Due to Belgium's relatively special geographical location and the relationship between its Minister of Magic, Ms. De Guin, and the current members of the Resistance Alliance, Hermione and Madame Maxime decided to build the main venue of the alliance here from the beginning. ideas and plans.
After two consecutive meetings were held in Belgium, it quickly became the center of gravity of the resistance alliance.
Now, this second meeting is finally over.
At the meeting, representatives of major forces from many countries, including Germany and Portugal, who have now made inquiries, either passively or actively proposed on the spot plans to provide combat support for the Alliance's march into Britain.
After many member representatives in the meeting broke up and left, some went back to their respective houses to report on the meeting and some resolutions, while the rest simply stayed here, and only sent a few accompanying wizards back to deliver the news.
Obviously, they are also very aware that today's situation can be said to be changing rapidly, and once some information is missed, the consequences can be completely disastrous.
"Miss Granger, Mrs. Maxim just mentioned that we might be able to invite the representatives stationed here to a sumptuous and lively dinner tonight - nowadays, many people actually still have many hidden things in their hearts. The uneasiness, especially the morale needs to be improved.”
As the Minister of Magic of Belgium, De Guin is obviously the owner of this place.
After getting back together with her former lover Erich with the help of Hermione and the others, she almost became the most loyal supporter of the resistance alliance. Any suggestions or suggestions that Hermione and Maxim have, she will consider them very carefully and implement them to the best of her ability.
"Dinner party?" Hermione couldn't help but ponder after hearing this.
To be honest, it is still necessary to improve morale, but in her current mood, she really has no time to consider such entertainment matters.
"Yes!" Ms. Dequin nodded, "Madam said that I can come and ask you too. If you agree, then I should go and let the following make preparations now."
"Well," Hermione thought for a while, and finally nodded slightly, "I know, I'll trouble you then - count the number of people who need to be invited, and choose a more suitable venue. This may also allow them to change each other. Getting closer and more familiar with each other can also lay the foundation for future joint cooperation.”
"Okay, then I'll have someone sort out the guests and write invitations."
Watching DeQuin leave in a hurry, Hermione picked up her pen again and drew a few rough lines on a map spread out in front of her.
Judging from the information obtained so far, the movement of the zombie swarms is generally from east to west, but their specific scope of activities requires more and updated information to determine.
Therefore, although she wanted to calculate the route of movement of Harry and his party, as well as their current specific location, she was still unable to make too accurate a guess even if she had a route plan discussed with them in advance.
What she didn't even know was where the previous Sarah Hohenheim had gone, and whether she was taking Ursula with her.
Ms. Larson is now so anxious that no one can tell when she will make a desperate run to England. It was obvious that no one wanted her to do such an impulsive thing.
"Maybe... the plan to send more teams to the UK must be advanced."
Hermione put down the pen in her hand and looked at the map.
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Why were banquets held before and after the station during many wars in the past? That is naturally to increase the officers' sense of honor and belonging, and to improve the morale of the officers.
And this large-scale dinner held in Brussels, the capital of Belgium, from this evening until late at night, did almost the same thing.
As the sun sets, by the glittering golden river, a street where many Muggles usually come and go is as lively as ever. It's just that most of the people walking here today are not Muggles, but wizards from surrounding countries and various large and small forces.
Arranged in advance by the Belgian Ministry of Magic, many carriages were running lightly on this street, delivering guests one by one to the door of a Gothic palace located in the middle of the road.
Guests arrived one after another, and were welcomed by wizards from Belgium and France, and entered the palace, which was already bustling with activity.
Of course, the guests invited tonight are not just wizards, but also some Muggles with special status.
Now this disaster has caused many intersections between the magical 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 while after dark.
What is worth mentioning is that the person who invited the Muggle Prime Minister was actually the old butler representing the Blois family.
But at this moment, when many guests were gradually arriving for the banquet, Hermione, who was supposed to be meeting guests on behalf of the founders of the Alliance, was still standing by the third-floor window on the top floor of the palace, looking alone at the lively streets below. daze.
The last sunlight of the day shone slantly into the window, making the shadow behind her cast on the gray and yellow wall behind her, making her look a little lonely.
"Hermione, why are you here? Madame Maxime is very busy down there, why don't you go and help her?"
When she heard voices coming from behind her, she turned slightly and nodded lightly at Fleur, who was walking up the stairs next to her.
"Well, I'll be down in a moment."
"Are you thinking about Mr. Potter and the others?" Fleur said as she walked towards Hermione, "Or are you thinking about Mr. MacLean?"
"All of them!"
Hermione rubbed her forehead and sighed softly:
"Actually... they are the ones who need to attend this banquet and relax the most, aren't they?"
"Oh," Fleur couldn't help but smile after hearing this, "If it's Mr. Ron Weasley, he should be looking forward to such an event, right?"
"Yes!" Hermione also smiled, "He likes this kind of lively scene that doesn't require using his brain the most."
Perhaps it was because when she came up, she saw Hermione looking full of thoughts. Fleur chatted with her for a long time, distracting her attention with some irrelevant topics.
When the two gradually discovered that the number of carriages and wizards on the street below finally began to decrease, Hermione took the initiative to end the casual conversation, nodded slightly to Fleur and said:
"Thank you, I'm much better... It's time for me to go down."