Chapter 2537

"Madam, I really hope that in the future, when my children grow up to go to school, you... Will still be the principal of busbarton magic school, really! In my heart, you have always been the best teacher in the world!"

It's true that Furong is a hybrid of Meiwa, but it's obvious that she doesn't inherit the language skills that Meiwa can charm people with one or two words. Under the beautiful and soul stirring eyebrows, what she has is a clumsy mouth at every critical moment.

Obviously, she suddenly pointed out in public that she was pregnant at this time. In fact, she just wanted to use these words to remind Mrs. maxim of her state of mind when she devoted herself to accompanying the students when they grew up.

In her opinion, only in this way can the other party who has become more and more eager for quick success and instant benefits in the seat of the president of the International Federation of wizards stop the pace of eager progress.

Unfortunately, her words obviously didn't move Mrs. Maxim's heart, but surprised bill on the other side to stand up suddenly.

"Furong? You... What did you just say?"

Bill, who was unprepared for it, forgot his headache. He stood up and asked. It didn't mean he didn't hear clearly. He just subconsciously wanted to reconfirm it from the mouth of his beloved.

"Yes, we have children."

After the impulse passed, she soon realized that things had not reached her expectations. At this time, facing the excited bill, she was shy and mixed with some loss.

Because she had seen the expression on Maxim's face. What emerged on that face was not nostalgia for the past and the feeling of teachers and students she expressed, but a trace of undetectable disapproval.

"Oh, I must congratulate you, dear - you're going to be a mother! As far as I know, it's not easy," said Mrs. Maxim with a gentle but distance smile, "But in that case, even if it's just for you, my most proud student, your children and the soon to be formed family, the president of my Federation should try more wholeheartedly to end this terrible disaster, shouldn't I?"

As she said this, her affectionate eyes only stopped on Furong, but more looked at other camp personnel in the tent... And bill opposite.

"Mr. Weasley, I think we need a wedding, and maybe it should be a stable, relaxed and beautiful wedding!" she said, "It's just a pity that before that, Mr. McLean's funeral can't be delayed! We can't let our hero lie in that unknown corner all the time and be forgotten by the countless people saved by his life!"

She still said it!

When Fleur tried to interrupt, but made bill a little distracted and the others in the camp were surprised, Maxim finally told the secret she didn't know where to get it in public.

At the beginning, bill, lupin and others knew that if this matter was exposed in front of too many people, it would certainly set off a big storm. Therefore, God knows how much effort they spent to tightly block the news in the hearts of a few people who directly witnessed the scene in the camp that day.

At this moment, Maxim forcibly poked out the news that Maka was "dead" in front of the group of male and female wizards with complex components and their own properties brought by her trip.

You know, there are more than one famous wizard reporter bill can recognize! Merlin is on the, and he can predict how many magic newspapers around Europe will take this as the front page headlines early tomorrow morning!

However, this time bill did not expect that maxim even brought reporters from Muggle world, and today's materials are sent to major media headquarters in real time.

The storm that the other party wants to rise is even much bigger than he imagined!

"Heroes need to be remembered!"

Mrs. Maxim finally stood up. Once she let go of her hands and feet, the momentum released by her every move was particularly amazing.

She looked down at Bill in front of her with her eyes slightly lowered. Finally, she said in an indisputable voice:

"I'm also an old friend of Maka. Take me... To see him!"

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"The people need a hero! This time, our new president is very accurate and has great courage! Unfortunately, the hero is dead... Although this can arouse the blood and courage of some people fighting on the front line, the effect of appeasing the victims is worse after all..."

At Granger camp in Cherbourg, France, when Mrs. Maxim forced to "visit" Maka's body in front of bill, a newspaper urgently arranged by the wizard and Muggle joint media group was freshly released, printed and sent all over the world.

Just a moment later, one of them had been sent to the living room on the first floor of a large mysterious manor near Vatican City.

It was a middle-aged man who looked like the tired priest who was fighting in the eastern defense line of the second battlefield recently. At present, the newspaper was in his hand.

However, he is not the owner of the manor.

"Barlow, you're wrong! If I say that President Maxim has made such a great determination, how can she not have a little selfishness? I don't deny that she will have the greatness of thinking for the people, but ah - if she can hold her position well in the follow-up treatment, she will certainly take advantage of such an opportunity to gain a lot of public opinion!"

In recent days, there have been many guests in this manor. The one who took over the conversation at this time is also not the owner here.

No, to be exact, the people gathered in this living room today are actually a family. It's just that the family pedigree is too long. We didn't live together as early as many generations of ancestors.

After a few words with the people sitting next to him, the old man in a simple gray white home robe who had been sitting on the throne since before finally raised his head from silence, but saw that he did not look at others, but looked at one of the young wizards standing near the door of the guest hall.

"Pierre, have you been studying in busbarton all these years? Come and read the newspaper today!"