Chapter 1840

Due to Belgium's relatively special geographical location and the relationship between its minister of magic, Ms. de Quinn, and the forces currently fighting against the alliance, Hermione and Mrs. Maxim had the idea and plan to build the main venue of the alliance here from the beginning.

After two consecutive meetings were held in Belgium, it soon became the focus of the Rebel Alliance.

Now, this second meeting is finally over.

At the meeting, including Germany and Portugal, the representatives of the major forces of many countries, either passively or actively, put forward plans to provide combat support for the alliance's entry into Britain.

After the meeting, many members' representatives left the meeting, some went back to their homes to report the meeting and some resolutions, and the rest simply stayed here, sending only a few accompanying wizards home to deliver messages.

Obviously, they all know that the current situation can be said to change rapidly. Once some intelligence is missed, the consequences can be unimaginable.

"Miss Granger, Mrs. Maxim just mentioned that we might invite those representatives who stay here to a rich and lively dinner tonight - nowadays, many people still have a lot of uneasiness in their hearts, especially their morale."

As the Minister of magic of Belgium, de Quinn is obviously the master here.

After being reunited with her former lover Erich with their help, Hermione has almost become the most loyal supporter of the Rebel Alliance. If Hermione and maxim have any suggestions or suggestions, she will consider them very carefully and implement them as much as she can.

"Dinner?" Hermione couldn't help pondering.

To tell the truth, it's still necessary to improve morale, but in her current mood, she really doesn't have the heart to consider this kind of entertainment.

"Yes!" nodded Ms. de Quinn. "The lady said she could come and ask you. If you agree, I should go and make preparations for the next step now."

"Well," Hermione thought for a moment, and finally nodded slightly, "I see. It's troublesome for you to count the number of people to be invited and choose a suitable venue. It may also make them more close and familiar with each other, or lay a foundation for the next joint cooperation."

"OK, I'll ask someone to sort out the guests and write the invitation."

Watching de Quinn leave in a hurry, Hermione picked up her pen again and drew some rough lines on a map spread out in front of her.

According to the information obtained so far, the trend of the living corpses is generally from east to west, but their specific scope of activities still needs more and updated information to be determined.

Therefore, although she is very likely to calculate Harry's line of action and their current specific location, she still can't make too accurate guesses even if there is a line plan discussed with them in advance.

What she didn't know was where Sarah hornheim had gone and whether she was taking Ursula with her.

Ms. Larson is now in such a hurry that no one can say when she will run desperate to England. Obviously, no one wants her to do such an impulsive thing from any angle.

"Maybe... The plan to send more teams to Britain must be advanced."

Hermione put down her pen, looked at the map and said.

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In many war periods in the past, why did we hold banquets in front of the station and after the war? Naturally, it is to increase the officers' sense of honor and belonging and improve the morale of the officers and soldiers.

The same is true of the large dinner held in Brussels, the capital of Belgium, this evening and late at night.

At sunset, on the Bank of the golden river, a street with many Muggles is as lively as usual. But today, most of the people walking here are not Muggles, but wizards from surrounding countries and forces of all sizes.

According to the advance arrangement of the Belgian Ministry of magic, many carriages ran lightly on this street to send guests to the door of a Gothic palace in the middle of the road.

The guests came one after another, and with the welcome of wizards from Belgium and France, they entered the palace that had begun to bustle.

Of course, the guests invited tonight are not only wizards, but also some Muggles with special status.

Now this disaster has made many intersections between the magic world and the Muggle world. Some people and some things have become a community of destiny.

For example, today's banquet venue was provided by the Muggle Prime Minister of Belgium in a semi public capacity. It is said that he will even attend in person for a moment after nightfall.

It is worth mentioning that the Muggle prime minister was invited by the old housekeeper representing the brova family.

Just now, when many guests are gradually coming to the banquet, Hermione, who should have seen the guests on behalf of the founder of the alliance, is still standing by the window on the third floor of the top floor of the palace, staring at the busy street below alone.

Today, the last piece of sunshine slanted into the window, making the shadow behind her cast on the gray and yellow wall behind her, looking a little lonely.

"Hermione, why are you here? Mrs. maxim is busy down there. Won't you help her?"

Hearing the voice behind her, she turned around a little and gently nodded at Hibiscus who came up the next stairs.

"Well, I'll be down in a minute."

"Are you thinking about Mr. Porter and them?" said hibiscus, walking towards Hermione. "Or Mr. McLean?"

"All of them!"

Hermione rubbed her forehead and sighed:

"Actually... They should be the people who need to attend this party and relax, aren't they?"

"Oh," said Furong with a smile, "if it were Mr. Ron Weasley, I would be looking forward to such an event?"

"Yes!" Hermione smiled. "He likes this lively scene that doesn't need to use his head."

Perhaps it was because when she came up, she saw Hermione's worried appearance. Hibiscus accompanied her for a long time, distracting her attention with some irrelevant topics.

When they gradually found that the carriages and wizards in the street below finally began to decrease, Hermione took the initiative to end the casual conversation and nodded to Furong:

"Thank you. I'm much better... I should go down, too."