To be honest, the treatment given to several of their survivors, after being received by the French Ministry of Magic, was not, in fact, very good. All day care and surveillance have no freedom to say, or even breathe.

It would appear that if you had chosen to stay with Officer Rowen at the port of Vermones before, it would have come even more than ever.

However, in fact, they have no complaints. After all, even if it’s so guarded, it’s more comfortable than at the time of the English fog to fear the presence of a dead body!

“Ms. Connie, when did they let us go? I think we should have said everything we should say, but these Frenchmans don’t seem to have intended to let us go.”

In a room without a window in the Ministry of Magic 2-Layer, several survivors who had travelled to France from Port Weymouth were being stagnated here to be scrupulously guarded. The doorstep stood at four groups of senior Auror, divided into internal and external posts, although it was not for them to wear handcuffs, the level of care was much more severe than the detention room in the Ministry.

The companion next door complained that purple clothed woman shook the head, apparently the leader of the whole group, whispered:

“Don’t worry, even though the guards are tight, at least they’re not hard for us in terms of eating lives. And it must be said that they should be so careful that you, though muggle, are following us all in England – dead bodies can not only be revived, but also become stronger. This terrifying disaster, even we wizard, is no longer frightened. If they don’t, we should be more surprised, right?”

“Well,” the man hearing this, “Ms. Connie, you and Officer Rowen saved us, and we all believe in you… and I’m just worried that those Frenchmans are late in not answering to the port of Vermones, and that Sergeant Rowen won’t have anything to do with waiting too long.”

Obviously, this woman named Connie was Harry who saw the purple witch in the abandoned bar. The whole group, headed by this witch, would have left Weymouth first and seemed to have taken the assignment entrusted to that officer in Rowen.

“Nothing,” witch Connie has heard his concerns, even though, before we were with that gentleman. Did Potter talk? That’s a celebrity of our English magic circle, and his words are still credible — he says we’ll see his companion soon after we arrive in France, and that’s what we can see. Madam Maxime was said to be with them, so I’d be more comfortable. “

Although these muggle people brought here are worried about what they don’t know about magic circle, Connie is actually very reassuring.

She knew that, as long as it was said, the next thing was just to wait. Of course, the prolonged recession is also very patient.

That’s what I think, suddenly there’s a lot of voices out there that makes her nervous.

“Miss Granger, those survivors are here because Madam Maxime is not here yet, and I can’t just hand them over to you.

“No, that’s enough, Mr. Section Head. As for Madam Maxime, it must have come before night, and the follow-up arrangements for these survivors will be agreed upon by her.”

Hermione and the others have not been delayed and soon arrived here under the personal leadership of the French Minister for Magic. Luna just went with Gabrielle to find the latter, elder sister Fleur, and Hermione, although it was not clear why Luna was so positive, could have known Luna’s not at all stop.

Open the door!

Look at Section Head, let the guards’ Auror open the door, Hermione temporarily left behind those thoughts about Luna and walked into the room with Ms. Delphini and Ms. Larsen behind Section Head.

“Ms. Connie, someone wants to see you.”

This is what Mr. Section Head said, and then let the drive stand by and let Hermione go. As can be seen, the Section Head of the French Ministry of Magic said to be very kind to them, it remains vigilant and does not have sufficient confidence in Hermione and the others.

It

is not surprising, however, that, in France’s territory, the Minister for Magic’s seat is always uncomfortable. Where can the entire French magic circle be managed between the Blois family and Beauxbatons without distinction between prudence and death?

Of course, that’s not what Hermione needs to care about anymore.

“Ms. Connie?” She almost swept her eyes around the six survivors of that tea, and soon left the sight on the witch who just called Mr. Section Head, “I think first of all you must congratulate you on finally escaping that terrifying fog – I am Hermione Granger.”

“Thank you,” Ms. Connie, when she stood up, “yes, I know you, Mr…. Potter has spoken to us before.”

“Sit down,” Hermione, just a little bit of a minute, right away, “Harry, are they okay?”

“Well, at least before they’re separated from us, they’re all good.” Connie Nodded, “but we’re just in Weymouth City with Mr…. Potter, they meet each other, you know, there’s actually security. Yes, sir. Potter said that they would have to continue to deepen into the interior… That is what I have to be honest, the more dangerous it is now in England.”

“Of course, what we need is the truth,” Hermione sighed, think about it, and it turns around, “although I’d like to hear you immediately about the details you met Harry, but before that…”

She said, on the one hand, she looked at Ms. side Larsen a little bit, and that’s how:

“I still have to ask, Harry, among them, did you see a young witch with a white mask on his face?”

“Oh! Is that healer Young Lady? I’m listening to Mr…. Potter called her” Savanna “?

“Yes! That’s her! She’s our young Lady!”

The

maid Larson, who has been listening carefully, finally couldn’t hold open the mouth and said.

And it was true that Safina had been working with Harry, and it seemed natural and natural to become a member of the reconnaissance team, and Hermione did not know whether it should be worrying or reassuring.

But now it seems that Savanna has taken up the task of treating in the reconnaissance team and has continued to deepen with Harry.

“Ms. Larsen, if she is willing to listen strictly to Harrys’ command, the risk of accidental hazards may be much smaller. You know her better than I do, don’t you think she would?”

“This…” Larson heard, and he couldn’t help it with his face, “I think, it’s hard.”


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