Chapter 1801

To be honest, their survivors were not treated very well after they were received by the French Ministry of magic. There is no freedom to watch and monitor the whole day, and even people can't breathe.

If I had to say, it would have been more comfortable to stay at Weymouth port with officer Rowan.

However, they actually have no complaints. After all, even if you have to be watched, it's much safer and more comfortable than worrying about the presence of walking corpses in the fog of Britain!

"Ms. Connie, you said... When will they let us go? I think we should have said everything, but these French don't seem to be going to let us go yet -"

In a windowless room on the second floor of the Ministry of magic, several survivors who came to France first from Weymouth port are being detained and guarded. At the door stood four groups of eight senior Aurors, who stood guard inside and outside. Although it was not enough to put them in handcuffs and shackles, they were more strict than the detention room in the Ministry.

Seeing her companions complaining, the woman in purple, who was obviously the leader of the line, shook her head and said softly:

"Don't worry, although the guards are more strict, at least they don't embarrass us in terms of food and life. Moreover, it must be said that they should be so careful... Although you are Muggles, you have followed us in Britain - dead bodies can not only be resurrected, but also become stronger and stronger. Even our wizards have been affected by this terrible disaster We should be more surprised if they don't take such precautions, shouldn't they? "

"Well," the man nodded when he heard the speech, "Ms. Connie, you and officer Rowan saved us. We all believe you... I'm just worried about whether officer Rowan would have an accident because of waiting too long if the French didn't promise to send someone to Weymouth port."

Obviously, the lady named "Connie" was the purple witch Harry saw in the abandoned bar at that time. The reason why the group led by the witch left Weymouth first seems to be with the task entrusted by the police officer Rowan.

"It's all right," said Connie, the witch, after hearing his worry, "Haven't we talked to Mr. Porter before? That's a famous man in our British magic world. His words are still very credible - he said that we will see his companions soon after we come to France, and we will see them sooner or later. It is said that Mrs. maxim is with them, so I'm more relieved."

Although the Muggles brought here were worried because they didn't know anything about the magic world, Connie was actually very relieved.

She knew that as long as she said everything that should be said, the next thing was to wait quietly. Of course, sitting for a long time was also a waste of patience.

Just thinking of this, a burst of voices suddenly came from outside, which made her suddenly refreshed.

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"Miss Granger, the survivors are here... Because Mrs. Maxim hasn't come yet, it's not convenient for me to give them directly to you, but it's still no problem to ask a few questions."

"No, that's enough, Mr. Minister. As for Mrs. maxim, she will definitely come before nightfall tonight. The follow-up arrangements for these survivors will be decided by her and you."

Under the personal leadership of the French Minister of magic, Hermione and others came here soon without much delay. Just now Luna followed Gabriel to find the latter's sister Furong. Hermione didn't know why Luna was so positive, but she knew Luna more or less. She didn't stop her.

"Open the door!"

Seeing that the minister asked Auror to open the door, Hermione put aside her thoughts about Luna and walked into the room with Ms. Delphi and Larson behind the minister.

"Ms. Connie, someone wants to see you."

The minister said so, and then stepped aside to stand beside Hermione and let them go. It can be seen that although the Minister of the French Ministry of magic was very polite to them, he still maintained his due vigilance and did not fully trust Hermione and others.

However, it's no wonder that the position of minister of magic in France has always been difficult to sit. If you don't have both prudence and sophistication, how can you manage the whole French magic world between the brova family and busbarton?

Of course, this is not what Hermione needs to care about.

"Ms. Connie...?" she glanced at the six survivors sitting around the tea table, and soon focused on the witch whom the minister had just greeted. "I think first of all, I must congratulate you on finally escaping the terrible fog - I'm Hermione Granger."

"Thank you," said Ms. Connie, standing up immediately. "Yes, I know you, Mr. Potter, have mentioned it to us before."

"Please sit down," Hermione said, just a little politely. "Harry, are they all right?"

"Well, at least they were fine until they separated from us." Connie nodded. "But we just met Mr. Porter and his party in Weymouth. You know, it's actually safe there. But Mr. Porter said that they will continue to go inland... I have to tell the truth. At present, in Britain, the deeper it is, the more dangerous it is."

"Of course, all we need is the truth," Hermione sighed and thought, and then turned, "although I'd like to hear you tell me the details of your meeting with Harry at once, but before that --"

As she spoke, she turned her head and looked at Ms. Larson next to her. Then she said:

"I still have to ask, Harry, have you seen a young witch with a pure white mask on her face?"

"Oh! Is that the therapist lady? I heard Mr. Potter call her... 'Safina'?"

"Yes! That's her! She's our miss!"

Larson, the maid who had been listening carefully, finally couldn't help but say.

Hearing that Safina had indeed joined Harry and even seemed to naturally become a member of the reconnaissance team, Hermione didn't know whether she should be worried or relieved.

But now it seems that Safina is responsible for the task of treatment in the investigation team, and has continued to go deep with Harry and them.

"Ms. Larson, if she is willing to strictly follow Harry's command, the possibility of accidental danger may be much less. You know her better than I do. Don't you think... Will she?"

"This..." Larson couldn't help worrying the tunnel, "I think it's hard."