Due to Belgium's relatively special geographical location, and the relationship between its Minister of Magic, Lady de Quinn, and the current resistance to the members of the Alliance, Hermione and Lady Maxime had the idea and plan to make the Alliance's main venue here from the beginning.

After two successive meetings were held in Belgium, it quickly became the center of gravity of the rebel coalition.

Now, this second meeting is finally over.

At the meeting, representatives of the major powers of several countries, including Germany and Portugal, which had now been inquired about, either passively or voluntarily, put forward on the spot their intention to provide combat support for the Alliance's advance into Britain.

After many of the representatives in the meeting dispersed, some of them went back to their homes to report on the meeting and some of the resolutions, and the rest of them simply stayed here, sending only a few accompanying wizards back to deliver the news.

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

"Miss Granger, Madame Maxime mentioned that we might be able to invite the delegates here tonight to a sumptuous dinner—there is still a lot of uneasiness in the hearts of many people these days, especially morale."

As Belgium's Minister of Magic, De Quinn is clearly the master of the place.

After reuniting with her former lover Erich with the help of Hermione and the others, she became almost the most loyal supporter of the Rebellion Alliance. Whatever Hermione and Maxim had to suggest or suggest, she would consider very carefully and implement it to the best of her ability.

"Dinner?" When Hermione heard this, she couldn't help but groan.

To be honest, it was still necessary to boost morale, but in her current mood, she really didn't have the heart to think about this kind of entertainment.

"yes!" Lady DeQuinn nodded, "Madame said that I could come and ask you about it, and if you agree, then I should go and let the rest of me prepare now." ”

"Well," Hermione said after a moment's thought, "I see, I'll leave you alone - count the number of people you need to invite and choose a suitable venue, which may also make them both closer to each other and lay the groundwork for the next joint cooperation." ”

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

As she watched De Quinn leave in a hurry, Hermione picked up her pen again and drew a few rough lines on a map spread out in front of her.

According to the information obtained so far, the movement of the living corpse group is generally from east to west, but the specific scope of their activities needs more and more updated information to be determined.

Therefore, although she was very similar to calculating the route of Harry and his group's movements, and the specific location of the current situation, even if she had discussed the route plan with them in advance, she still couldn't make too accurate guesses.

What she doesn't know is where Sarah Hohenheim has gone, and whether she is taking Ursula with her.

Ms. Larson is now in a state of despair, and no one can tell when she will run desperately to England. Obviously, no one expected her to do such an impulsive thing, no matter what the point of view was.

"Perhaps...... Plans to send more troops to the UK had to be brought forward. ”

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

……

In the past many wars, why was there a banquet held in front of the station after the war? Naturally, this is to increase the officers' sense of honor and belonging, and to enhance the morale of the officers and men.

And this evening, until late at night, the big dinner held in Brussels, the capital of Belgium, is about the same thing.

As the sun sets, on the banks of the glittering golden river, a street that is usually bustling with Muggles is as lively as ever. It's just that most of the people who walk through here today are not Muggles, but wizards from surrounding countries and forces of all sizes.

Arranged in advance by the Belgian Ministry of Magic, horse-drawn carriages run briskly down the street, transporting guests to the gates of a Gothic palace in the middle of the road.

Guests arrived one after another, welcomed by Belgian and French wizards, and entered the palace, which had already begun to liven up.

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

Now this catastrophe has caused many intersections between the wizarding world and the Muggle world, and some people and 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, and it is said that he will even be present in person for a moment after dark.

It is worth mentioning that the Muggle Prime Minister was invited by the old butler representing the Blois family.

It's just that at this moment, when many guests are gradually rushing to the banquet, Hermione, who is supposed to be on behalf of the founder of the alliance, is still standing by the window on the third floor of the top floor of the palace, looking at the lively street below in a daze.

The last rays of sunlight slipped into the window today, casting the shadow behind her on the gray wall behind her, looking a little lonely.

"Hermione, why are you here? Madame Maxim is busy down there, won't you help her? ”

Hearing the sound of voice behind her, she turned around slightly and nodded lightly at Fleur, who was walking up the stairs next to her.

"Well, I'll go down in a moment."

"Are you thinking about Mr. Potter?" Fleur said as she walked over to Hermione, "Or do you miss Mr. McLean?" ”

"It's all there!"

Hermione rubbed her forehead and sighed:

"Actually...... They're supposed to be the ones who need to go to this banquet and relax, aren't they? ”

"Oh," Fleur said with a smile, "if it were Mr. Ron Weasley, he would be looking forward to such an event, right?" ”

"yes!" Hermione smiled as well, "He's the best thing about this kind of brainless scene." ”

Maybe it was because she saw Hermione's preoccupied look when she came up, and Fleur chatted with her for a while, distracting her somewhat with some inconsequential topics.

As the two of them gradually noticed that the carriages and wizards on the street below had finally begun to dwindle, Hermione took the initiative to end this casual conversation and bowed slightly at Fleur:

"Thank you, I'm much better...... It's time for me to go down too. ”