Chapter 2306

For Hermione and others in the disaster area, the fatal danger is like a poisonous snake bending its neck and spitting out a message. Every moment and every little thing will make people nervous. Not to mention, there is indeed a huge mystery in front of them.

This kind of suffocation is a suffocating suffocation.

However, recently, some people are also experiencing this extremely depressed feeling, that is, the group of international wizard Federation personnel who are constantly running around Europe led by Mrs. Maxim.

Since the corpses of Denmark and the Netherlands began to attack Germany a few days ago, the internal Union, which has just been reorganized, has been completely busy again.

Mrs. maxim, who had previously won the post of president of the Federation and shouldered this heavy responsibility on her own, is undoubtedly responsible and indeed has a lot of vision and means. She not only saw the panic that would be triggered by the further spread of the disaster, but also made timely use of the panic and ran around, hoping to gather and twist various forces into one.

When she had some power in her hand, she did not hesitate to put them all into Germany to help the Brandt family resist the march of the living corpses.

Under the insistence of the Brandt family, the multi wizard coalition and the French brova family who volunteered to attack from the northern territory of Belgium, the war gradually deadlocked, and maxim also had more time to encourage and persuade in the rear, so as to gather more and more reliable forces to fight against further disaster invasion.

It must be said that until this step, Mrs. Maxim's approach is very correct, and it is obvious that it has achieved initial results.

Just then, a special magic letter was drifting across the sea, tossing and turning at a fast speed, all the way to her desk in the Federation headquarters building.

At this moment, at the front desk on the first floor of the headquarters of the International Federation of wizards

"Yatel, do you have any work on hand? If not, go to the flying network office upstairs to help! Anyway, there is no need for the front desk in the meeting -"

A uniformed wizard came down the stairs on one side with a suitcase and was running outside the gate. When passing the hall, he suddenly turned his head and shouted to the only young wizard still sitting behind the front desk of the hall.

"I don't understand that. What do you want me to do?" the front desk wizard named yatel waved his hand. "And don't look at me idle. There must be someone here!"

As he was talking, he suddenly saw an owl rush in from outside the gate like a flying arrow, rattle for a while, drum wings slow down, and finally roll all the way to the front desk like a broken ball.

Needless to say, look at the embarrassment of the owl. It must be a long-distance letter.

"Look, at least someone has to collect letters here? Well, it's mostly sent by a wizard of British origin - only those Englishmen always like to send letters with owls!"

Yatel said this. He was about to steal a lazy and turn over the table to get it. Suddenly, he seemed to think of something and was a little stunned.

"Oh, I didn't say that just now." he waved his hand in a mixed mood.

The Federation employee who had reached the door could not help shrugging his shoulders when he heard the speech. He didn't say anything anymore. He just went out to work with a slight sigh.

Yatel casually turned over the long table at the front desk, picked up the poor owl who was completely paralyzed even if he was cursed, and picked up the envelope he had brought with him.

He raised his hand, glanced at the envelope and raised his eyebrow.

"Bill Weasley."

Now, the Weasley family has long been famous. The brothers and sisters are either on the battlefield or in the nearest place to the battlefield. Naturally, the Federation wizards like yatel don't know.

In particular, bill, as the head of the front-line camp, has many affairs that need to contact the Federation, which are directly connected with Yater. Although the two of them had never met, and Bill didn't even know about yatel, yatel's name could not be more familiar.

Obviously, each of the letters sent from bill was highly valued by the top, and so was this time.

Yatel didn't delay any longer. He didn't even take the time to turn back to his seat. He picked up the wand on the table and suddenly waved it to one of the large drawers on the inner wall.

At that moment, the top drawer popped out with a "click".

Yatel waved his stick again, and a floating spell threw Bill's letter directly into it. With a "bang" sound, the drawer rebounded and closed, and the letters rushed to the high level at a lightning speed along the internal channel.

That is the letter channel of the president's secretary room, which represents the highest priority for the Federation to receive paperwork letters, and it is directly inspected and accepted by the president's secretary group.

Soon, in a corner of the large room next to the president's office of the top floor Federation, the desk drawer directly to the front desk opened automatically, spitting Bill's letter into the air with a "poof", and then falling leisurely into the urgent letter processing basket on the second secretary's desk.

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When the second secretary personally took the urgent letter that had passed the security check and put it on the president's desk next door, Maxim had just come out of the Ministry of magic in Warsaw, Poland, and was taking a group of federation wizards to her magic horse carriage.

"President," said a witch who was close to her, suddenly raised her wrist, looked at one of the flashing rubies on the bracelet, and then whispered, "the headquarters seems to have received more important new news... There is still some time. Maybe we can go back before we rush to Belgium."

"OK."

Maxim, who looked tired, didn't say anything. He just nodded and kept on boarding the carriage.

Soon, the carriage pulled by the Magic Horse rushed into the sky, carrying Maxim and others to the Federation headquarters building at a very fast speed.

In the carriage, Maxim took a glass of water from an assistant's hand and took a sip. Then he leaned against the soft cushion behind him and closed his eyes slightly - she hadn't slept normally for days.

Unfortunately, this is far from the time to rest.

"If you want to contact the young lady of the brova family later, don't all go with her... Although the young lady is already the acting owner of the brova family, I think it would be better for me to meet her as a 'friend' first... Do you know?"

"OK," the witch next to maxim nodded.