Chapter 1839 The Feast of Encouragement

Due to Belgium's relatively special geographical location and the relationship between its Minister of Magic, Ms. De Quinn, and the forces currently resisting the members of the Alliance, Hermione and Mrs. Maxime had planned to build the main venue of the Alliance here from the very beginning. ideas and plans.

And after two consecutive meetings were held in Belgium, it soon became the center of gravity of the rebel alliance.

Right now, this second meeting is finally over.

At the meeting, representatives of major forces in many countries, including Germany and Portugal, which had been asked about it, either passively or actively proposed on the spot to provide combat support for the alliance's march into the UK.

Many member representatives in the meeting hall left the meeting, some went back to each family to report the meeting situation and some resolutions, and the rest simply stayed here, and only sent a few accompanying wizards back to the country to deliver the news.

Obviously, they are also very clear that the current situation can be said to be changing rapidly, and if some information is missed, the consequences can be completely unimaginable.

"Miss Granger, Mrs. Maxime mentioned just now that we might be able to invite those representatives who are here tonight to a sumptuous and lively dinner——Nowadays, many people are actually hiding A lot of uneasiness, especially morale needs to be raised."

As the Minister of Magic of Belgium, De Quinn is obviously the master here.

After being reunited with her former lover Erich with the help of Hermione and the others, she has almost become the most loyal supporter of the resistance alliance. If Hermione and Maxim had any suggestions or suggestions, she would consider them very carefully and implement them as best she could.

"Dinner?" Hermione couldn't help but ponder when she heard it.

To be honest, raising morale is still very necessary, but with her current mood, she really doesn't have the heart to think about this kind of entertainment.

"Yes!" Ms. De Quin nodded and said, "Madam said that I can come and ask you, and if you agree, then I should go and let the people below make preparations."

"Well," Hermione thought for a while, and finally nodded slightly, "I see, then I will trouble you - count the number of people who need to be invited, and choose a more suitable venue, which may allow them to interact with each other. Become closer and acquainted, so as to lay the foundation for the next joint cooperation."

"Okay, then I'll let someone sort out the guests and write an invitation letter."

Watching De Quinn leave in a hurry,

Only then did Hermione pick up the 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 living corpses is generally from east to west, but their specific range of activities still needs more and updated information to be determined.

Therefore, although she wanted to calculate the course of action of Harry and his group, as well as the current specific location, even with the route plan discussed with them in advance, she still couldn't make a very accurate guess.

What she didn't even know was where the former Sarah Hohenheim had gone, and whether she was bringing Ursula with her.

Ms Larson is now in such a state of anxiety that there is no telling when she will be desperate to go to England. Obviously, no matter from what point of view, no one expected her to do such impulsive things.

"Perhaps... the plan to send more teams to the UK must be advanced."

Hermione put down the pen in her hand, looked at the map and said so.

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During many wars in the past, why did you hold a banquet before and after the battle? That is naturally to increase the sense of honor and belonging of the officers and enhance the morale of the soldiers.

And this evening until late at night, the large dinner held in Brussels, the capital of Belgium, was for almost the same reason.

As the sun set, on the banks of the sparkling golden river, a street that was usually frequented by many Muggles was as lively as usual. It's just that most of the people walking here today are not Muggles, but wizards from surrounding countries and various forces.

Arranged in advance by the Belgian Ministry of Magic, many carriages ran briskly on this street, sending guests one by one to the gate of a Gothic palace located in the middle of the road.

The guests arrived one after another, and under the welcome of wizards from Belgium and France, they stepped into the bustling palace.

Of course, the guests invited tonight are not only wizards, but also some Muggles with special status.

Today's disaster has caused many intersections between the wizarding 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 nightfall.

It is worth mentioning 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 coming to the banquet, Hermione, who was supposed to meet the guests on behalf of the founder of the alliance, was still standing by the window on the third floor of the palace, looking at the bustling street below daze.

Today's last piece of sunlight slanted into the window, making the shadow behind her projected on the gray-yellow wall behind her, looking a little lonely.

"Hermione, why are you here? Madame Maxime is very busy down here, why don't you help her?"

Hearing voices behind her, she turned around slightly, and nodded slightly to Fu Rong who came up from the stairs next to her.

"Well, I'll be down in a while."

"Are you thinking about Mr. Potter and the others?" Fleur walked towards Hermione while talking, "Or, are you thinking about Mr. McLean?"

"All of them!"

Hermione rubbed her forehead, sighed softly:

"Actually...they should be the ones who most need to attend this banquet and relax, shouldn't they?"

"Oh," Furong couldn't help laughing when she heard this, "If it's that Mr. Ron Weasley, he should look forward to such an event, right?"

"Yeah!" Hermione also smiled, "He likes this kind of lively scene that doesn't require thinking."

Perhaps it was because when she came up, she saw Hermione's full of thoughts, and Fleur chatted with her for a long time, distracting her attention with some irrelevant topics.

When the two gradually realized that the number of carriages and wizards on the street below finally began to decrease, Hermione took the initiative to end this casual conversation, slightly nodded at Fleur and said:

"Thank you, I'm much better... I should go down too."