When Maxim was just the headmaster of Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Fleur was her favorite student.
There may be a reason for this because of Fleur's promising future, and there may even be a potential reason why she still has a partial favor bonus towards "similar people" unconsciously. But more importantly, I believe that as a teacher, Maxim still has the concern and love for the students he teaches.
Because Maxim at that time was far from as "grand" a vision as today, the highest and farthest goal she could see was probably to accumulate capital through continuous hard work as the principal of Beauxbatons, and eventually At the end of his term, he successfully won a seat at the long conference table in the headquarters building of the International Federation of Wizards!
Perhaps it is a new representative of the French Federation, or, more likely, it is an honorary member sitting in the name of an outstanding contemporary wizard certified by the Federation - after all, the job of the principal of the three major magic schools in Europe is relatively easy to obtain the Order of Merlin.
But now, she has surpassed the goal that she may have fought for her whole life, and has directly reached the goal in one step, sitting in the position of president of the Federation.
When her position and height are different, the scenery she sees will inevitably be completely different.
Therefore, when Maxim saw Fleur walking out from behind the crowd, her expression only moved slightly, and then quickly returned to her previous posture.
"Madam, what happened? Why did you come here all of a sudden? We didn't even know you were coming..."
Fleur, who noticed that Bill was not in good condition and that something was not right with Maxim, hurriedly stepped forward. She, who has a quarter of Veela blood, only managed a slightly forced polite smile in her haste and worry. But still beautiful and moving.
"Oh, you can't help it honey, because this trip requires a certain level of secrecy."
Madam Maxime was calm and calm. After smiling at Fleur, she no longer looked at her, but returned her attention to Bill.
"Mr. Weasley...well, we still have a little time, so...why don't you invite me in to sit down and have a cup of tea?"
"Uh, of course, ma'am please!"
Bill was slightly startled when he heard this, then turned sideways to invite him, leading the other party and the group of people behind him towards the camp. Although he also felt from the other party's words and expressions that Maxim's posture was slightly subtle today, it was indeed a bit rude to just stand on the dock and talk.
You know, since the establishment of this frontline camp, Maxim and the Federation have provided them with a lot of resources and conveniences!
Fleur looked at the back of Madame Maxime, who was obviously more distant than before, and walked away from her. Her beautiful brows could not help but frown slightly. She hesitated on the spot, and immediately followed the greeter again.
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"...Yes, since Germany was occupied by the zombie army, the situation on the second battlefield has changed repeatedly due to one reason or another. The current defense line on the German-French border is supported by the army led by the child of the Blois family. According to The latest intelligence shows that the fighting there is so fierce that our reconnaissance team cannot even get close to the core battlefield. The other is the eastern front close to Poland... "
In the central tent of the camp, Mrs. Maxim was sitting opposite Bill across the sand table. What she was talking about was naturally the second battlefield on the European mainland that was currently raging with war.
Just to be honest, even though every word she said was closely related to the key to the current war situation, as if she was seriously and solemnly discussing the strategic war situation with Bill, in fact, it was almost equivalent to talking nonsense. Because what she is talking about now has already been sent to Bill's desk along with the daily exchange of information. Bill had already read it last night, and even discussed a series of points with a group of subordinates. and follow-up planning process.
However, since Maxim was talking, everyone present could only listen temporarily - after all, she was the president of the federation, not to mention, she obviously had something to say after that.
"Garrison, what's going on with Mrs. Maxim today?"
Currently gathered in the camp, in addition to the leaders Maxim and Bill, there are of course the manpower of both sides. At this time, a witch on Bill's side who was standing outside like the others seemed to notice that the atmosphere was vaguely weird, and couldn't help but tugged on the other witch beside him.
Her friend Miss Garrison was originally an expatriate sent from the Federation to assist Bill. Although she had less contact with the headquarters after working at Camp Granger than before, she was still an expatriate affiliated with the International Federation. Staff of the Wizards' Union.
Hearing the like-minded British witch he had just met in the camp ask him questions, Garrison couldn't help but shook his head and said without concealment:
"Mrs. Maxim is the new president, and I'm not familiar with her at all! I just heard from her when I was corresponding with colleagues at the headquarters these days. Although the new president is very capable at work, she is a practical person. , but it can be seen in some general decisions that she seems to be a little too eager for quick success... Of course, I only heard this from my colleagues, I don’t know it myself!”
"Oh, the more I listen, the more I feel that she has come here with bad intentions today!" The witch said in a low voice with her eyes empty, "You saw it just now. From the time when such a large fleet set sail to when it arrived here, we I didn’t know anything about it beforehand! This is definitely... something is wrong."
"I already told you that it was just gossip I had while chatting with my old colleagues. Don't take it seriously!" Garrison nudged her with his elbow to signal her to stop talking nonsense, but the expression on her face at the moment But it also brought a bit of dignity.
Whether it was Garrison or the British witch, they were all volunteers who signed their names to come to this frontline camp. They had been working with Bill at Camp Granger for quite some time. Even Garrison, who is still nominally affiliated with the Federation, now prefers Camp Granger and Bill, the camp's general director, from a personal standpoint.
Compared to Mrs. Maxim, who was not close to her in the first place, she and Bill, who now work together almost every day, are even more familiar with each other.
But of course, what the little sisters among the camp staff thought was not important at the moment. What was important was the thoughts of Fleur, who was standing next to them at this moment and happened to hear their whispered conversation.
"… professor."
She looked over the shoulders in front of her and silently looked at Madame Maxime's profile that seemed to be both familiar and unfamiliar at the same time. She couldn't help but murmured in her heart.