Disasters and wars are always prone to spawn something. Maybe it's panic, maybe it's unwillingness, maybe it's pessimism, maybe it's desire.
After all, when death is lingering around us and no one knows whether there will be a tomorrow, all our eyes can see is the current situation, and what our hands can touch are only the people around us.
So under the constant accumulation of pressure, in the leisure time between crazy busyness, we may need to vent, or... even if we just want to leave something for a future that may no longer exist.
Anyway, one morning when the sun shone in from the east window, Fleur suddenly realized that she might be pregnant.
She didn't tell Bill because the situation in the second battlefield had become more and more anxious recently - she watched his face become more solemn day by day, and she couldn't let him add another worry to his worries, even if This might be a good thing.
However, it turns out that even without her "accident", troubles in Bill and Granger's camp would still come uninvited -
"Bill, a large fleet suddenly appeared on the sea. The flagship is a magic ship! They are coming to us from the east. It seems that they are planning to dock at the dock controlled by our camp."
"Fleet? Is there a flag? What's the origin?"
"It's the crossed wands and the twelve-star ring, the flag of the new coalition formed by the International Federation of Wizards! It's just... there are too many ships, and we didn't receive any news in advance. This is so abnormal!"
Following the morning sea breeze, the sound of conversation was vaguely carried from the entrance of the central tent to the medical supplies storage tent, and reached Fleur's ears.
As the wizard who went to report to Bill said, this discovery was unusual. You know, the International Federation of Wizards led by Maxim has been the biggest rear support for the Granger camp during this period. A lot of the information obtained by the camp will be sent to Maxim, and Bill is very good at this. Most of the information was obtained directly from the Federation's command post.
But this time, Bill didn't get any information about the actions of the large fleet organized by the Federation forces beforehand. He didn't know about it until the camp wizard on the lighthouse outside the dock saw it with his own eyes.
Not to mention that he didn't even know that the movements of Maxim's fleet were actually completely open to the outside world from the beginning. In other words, only the Granger camp was deliberately kept a secret on this matter. Out of the blue.
why is that
"No matter why, at least the appearance of this fleet made us notice that the intelligence sources of our camp are actually very narrow. If the Federation, as the main intelligence transmitter, intends to block it, we will immediately become half Blind and deaf... just like this."
As Bill said this, he put down his pen and stood up with his hands on the edge of the table.
"I'll go greet you, and you immediately notify everyone in the camp to put them on alert!"
…
Bill was originally the eldest of the Weasley brothers, and now he was in charge of the affairs of an entire pre-war camp very close to the front line, which naturally made him more mature.
The busyness day after day and the anxiety suppressed in my heart, while making it calm, even gradually revealed a little vicissitudes of life.
Every time he had some free time to rest, Fleur would shave him, which would at least make his mental outlook look better. As the camp commander, this was of course necessary, so Bill was very cooperative - he knew very well that he needed an appearance and posture that would allow his subordinates to maintain confidence in him.
"It's a pity that he went to bed a little late last night and got up even earlier and in a hurry, so he didn't have time to deal with the stubble on his chin.
"
Fleur, who came out of the medical supplies tent, looked at Bill's leaving figure from a distance. When she saw Bill subconsciously touching his chin, she knew that the same thought as hers happened to cross Bill's mind.
But of course, the small matter of not shaving is somewhat insignificant compared to the suspense hidden on the flagship that has probably begun to dock at this moment.
Fleur touched her belly, without hesitation, stepped up her steps and followed Bill looking at his back.
…
The weather is good today. The rising sun casts a slightly dazzling wave on the sea. Unfortunately, soon, the large fleet belonging to the Federation of Allied Forces set sail and broke through the waves, occupying most of the offshore surface of the wide Cherbourg Port pier.
The huge dock could not accommodate so many ships, so in fact, only a few accompanying ships came to dock next to the flagship.
Bill, who was standing at the front of the dock to greet the team, looked at the large fleet on the sea, which was quite complex and most of them were old wooden ships. While suppressing the slight uneasiness in his heart, he couldn't help but wonder secretly. :
"I don't know how Maxim got such a fleet together?"
In modern times, wizards in the magical world rarely use ships to sail on the sea. Even if there is a need, or maybe just for fun, most of them will hide their identity and borrow Muggle flights to go to sea. To be honest, it is not easy to cobble together such a large fleet. It is no wonder that many forces and people have been surprised after learning about this recently.
While walking slightly, the leading ship finally docked first, and then the gangway was firmly set up, and the tall figure that would surely attract attention once it appeared came down the stairs.
"Mr. Weasley, Camp Granger has really worked hard on you. To be honest, I really shouldn't have troubled you to come out to greet him in person!"
Madame Maxime's voice was not as high as her figure, but the sound of waves on the pier forced her to raise her voice. Perhaps because of this, her demeanor when she took the lead in saying hello seemed cheerful and a bit deliberate.
"No, it doesn't matter. This is what it should be." Bill smiled and said loudly, "President, you work no less hard than me. Not to mention, the things that require you to make decisions are definitely more difficult than mine." My side is much more important!”
As he spoke, he moved forward to greet him, but only Fleur, who was standing at the back of the crowd, could notice that Bill didn't seem to be in a good state today.
"This is the third time he touched the stubble on his chin." Fleur in the crowd frowned, "Is it because he couldn't sleep more last night?"
In fact, Fleur, who had already noticed it just now, followed him out of worry, and now, she began to think about choosing a time to go and help him.
"Moreover," Furong's eyes suddenly moved, "Madam's condition is also very wrong."