There have been a lot of people coming to Camp Granger recently.
Bill recognized some of them—for example, certain members of the International Federation of Wizards, ministers of magic from certain countries, who had the Order of Merlin on their chests, and who must have made outstanding contributions in some respects. Scholars or doers, such as those old family gossips who can often be seen in major magic newspapers, but not everyone can tell the specific name before their surname...
Generally speaking, at least the wizards whose identities Bill could identify were quite famous throughout the European magical community.
However, in fact, among the several groups of people who came this time, he didn't know many more people than he knew.
More importantly, there are many Muggle people among them.
Let’s not talk about other things for now! Just this makes this small frontline camp, which was originally used only to monitor the disaster area in the old British on the other side, receive and relocate surviving victims, accommodate the injured, and take over the deployment of volunteers from all parties, to be more powerful than ever since its establishment. It's all a lot noisier.
Yes, it's "noisy" rather than "lively"... After all, the reason for these people coming here this time is that it's obviously not going to be lively anyway.
But all this seems to have nothing to do with Bill.
…
"go out."
Hearing the sound of footsteps coming from the entrance of the tent, Bill, who was sitting at the desk with his eyes slightly closed, did not look back and just said something lightly.
"Bill... it's me."
Fleur looked at Bill's slightly thin back, at the spine that had not collapsed even in these busy and depressing days, but now had a slight curvature. She felt distressed but also looked weak. .
And Bill over there, when he heard it was her, his shoulders moved and he turned around slightly.
"Fleur."
He looked at the haggard man standing at the entrance. The weariness rising from the bottom of his heart could not conceal his beauty, which was inherited from the Veela bloodline, but instead made him more pitiable.
It's a pity that he really has no intention to appreciate this beauty at the moment.
"Why are you here? Go and accompany Madame Maxime! As you said, no matter good or bad, we have to have someone show up to participate in this matter - I have thought about it these two days, and you are indeed right. Don't Don’t worry, I’m fine.”
"Yes." Fleur nodded lightly, then paused and said, "I just want to tell you that Ron and Ginny have already set off to pick up Hermione and the others. Although Sirius stayed here, it seems that He probably won’t do anything else.”
Just as Fleur said, when Sirius returned to the camp with Ron and Ginny a few days ago, there was some commotion.
At that time, a group of people invited by Maxim had already arrived at the camp and were being entertained by a group of joint wizards headed by Maxim.
Naturally, the three of them quickly learned what Maxim was going to do. Not to mention the specific thoughts of the Weasley brothers and sisters at that time, at least Sirius's temper was well known. What kind of widely publicized hero's funeral? Even if he ignores a lot of problems in Maka's death itself, holding any kind of funeral at this time is a very ridiculous thing in his opinion.
So the next second after he was informed, Sirius loudly questioned Madame Maxime in front of everyone in the central tent who came to watch the ceremony to express their condolences to the "distinguished guests", asking her what exactly she wanted to cause trouble at this time.
However, in fact, Sirius failed to make a fuss in the end - he was forcefully dragged away by Ron.
It was a serious look that was quite rare to see on Ron. Even Ginny, who was always rude to her younger brother, said afterwards that there was something about Ron at that time that could only be seen occasionally in his mother, Mrs. Weasley. "Domineering".
As for Ron's reason for doing that, Bill now sees it as "mature"... He figured out the real reason why Maxim wanted to hold a funeral, and Ron seemed to realize it earlier than he did.
Although there was always a part of that reason that made him feel very uncomfortable and even difficult to accept. But at this time, holding such a grand funeral has its advantages in today's situation.
"That's good." Bill also nodded, and then showed a rare smile and said, "Unexpectedly, during this trip to the disaster area, Ron has become much more mature than before... It's really not easy."
Thinking back to the chats between Ron and himself in the past two days, although the conversations between the two were basically trivial matters, the younger brother obviously deliberately avoided a lot of things when it came to things in the disaster area. But even so, Bill was still satisfied, precisely because he felt the growth of his younger brother through this - what else could be more wonderful than an older brother seeing that his younger brother, who was always worrying others, could finally take charge of his own business. Is something going on
However, even the joy of reuniting with his siblings who had returned from a dangerous place could not cover up the deep fatigue caused by Maxim's current behavior.
He had lost control of the operations in the camp, which was only a small matter; but where the future would go after this funeral, Bill couldn't see clearly, and this was a big deal.
"Yes! It's not easy for anyone who grew up in this disaster."
Fleur also echoed with feeling, and her heart couldn't help but think of Madam Maxime who was still waiting for guests in the central tent again. For a moment, she didn't know whether to say that Madam Maxime was actually one of them.
"Anyway," she put aside what she was thinking and said, "Hermione is coming here too. She is so smart and will definitely make everything here go in the right direction. What's more, she and Mr. MacLean..."
Unexpectedly, Bill shook his head at this time, and a layer of gloom suddenly appeared on his face.
"Actually, from the chats between Ron and I in the past two days, I discovered some problems." He frowned slightly and said with a slight hesitation, "Something big must have happened 'over there' during this period... And, I think it must have something to do with Maca.”
After all, he was his younger brother. Even though Ron had changed a lot from the past, he was still his younger brother. For this younger brother who could almost be said to have watched the other person grow up, Bill could still keenly capture something from the other person's habitual expression and attitude.
After a few seconds of solemnity, Bill still smiled and said:
"Forget it, Ron has grown up. Besides, as you said, and Hermione is here, I don't need to worry about many things. At the moment, we can only do what we should do, and the rest Let’s leave the responsibility to those who are wiser and more capable!”