Chapter 2305: Bill's expedited letter

For Hermione and the others in the disaster area, the fatal danger is like a viper that bends its neck and vomits a letter. Every moment and every little thing will make people nervous. Not to mention, there is indeed a huge mystery before them that no one can do.
This kind of suffocation is a kind of suffocation that can be overwhelming.
However, recently, there are still some people who are also experiencing this extremely depressed feeling of depression, that is, the group of International Wizards Federation personnel currently running around Europe led by Mrs. Maxim.
Since the living corpses in Denmark and the Netherlands began to attack Germany, the raging war has made the newly reorganized Federation completely busy again.
Mrs. Maxim, who previously took the post of president of the Federation and shouldered this heavy responsibility on her own, is undoubtedly conscientious, and she is indeed quite discerning. Not only did she clearly see the panic that would be caused by the further spread of the disaster, she also took advantage of the panic in time, running around hoping to gather and twist multiple forces into one.
And when she had some power in her hand, she didn't hesitate to stuff them all into Germany first to help the Brandt family resist the advance of living corpses.
With the insistence of the Brandt family, the multi-strength wizarding force, and the French Blois family who voluntarily attacked from the north of Belgium, the war gradually stalemate, and Maxime also had more time in the rear. To agitate, persuade, and gather more and more reliable forces against further invasion of disasters.
It must be said that up to this step, Mrs. Maxim's approach was very correct, and apparently the initial results have been achieved.
It was just at this moment that a special magic letter was flying across the ocean, tossing around several times at a rapid speed, all the way to her desk in the office of the Federation headquarters building.
At this moment, on the first floor of the headquarters of the International Wizarding Federation...
"Yatre, do you have work on hand? If not, go to the Floo Network office upstairs to help! Anyway, there is no need for a front desk in the meeting anyway—"
A uniformed wizard came down from one side of the stairs with a suitcase and was hurriedly running out of the gate. When he passed the hall, he suddenly turned to face the only young man who was still sitting behind the front desk in the hall. The wizard shouted.
"I don't understand that, what do you want me to do for you?" The front desk wizard named Yatel waved his hand, "And don't look at me idle, there must be someone here!"
As he was talking, he suddenly saw an owl rushing in from outside the gate like a flying arrow, banging its wings and slowing down, and finally tumbling like a broken ball to the front desk.
Needless to say, looking at the embarrassment of that owl, this is definitely a long-distance letter.
"Look, at least someone has to collect letters here, right? Well, most of them are sent by a wizard of British origin-only those British guys always like to send letters with owls!"
Atel said something like this, and he was about to be lazy and went straight over the table to fetch it. Suddenly, he was taken aback for a while as if thinking of something.
"Oh, I just assumed that I hadn't said it before." He waved his hand indiscriminately with a little complicated mood.
The employee of the Federation who had already reached the door shrugged his shoulders when he heard the words, and said nothing, just sighed and went to work.
Yatel turned over at random over the long desk at the front desk, picked up the poor owl that was completely exhausted and paralyzed even after being cursed, and picked up the envelope that he had so painstakingly brought over by the way. stand up.
He raised his hand and glanced at the envelope, then raised an eyebrow.
"Bill Weasley."
Nowadays, the Weasley family is already well-known. Those brothers and sisters are either on the battlefield or the closest place to the battlefield. Naturally, the wizards of the Union like Yatel will not know.
In particular, Bill, as the person in charge of the front-line camp, has a lot of matters that need to be contacted with the federation directly with Yatel. Although the two of them had never met each other, and even Bill didn't know the person of Yate, but Yate's name was familiar to him.
Obviously, each of those letters sent from Bill was highly valued by the upper echelon, and it was naturally the same this time.
Yatel did not delay any more, or even took the time to turn back to his seat, picked up the wand on the table and swiped one of the large drawers on the inner wall.
Immediately, the top drawer popped out with a click.
Yatel waved his stick again, and a floating spell directly cast Bill's letter in. With a "bang" sound, the drawer rebounded and closed, and the letter went straight to the upper floors with lightning speed along the inner passage.
That is the correspondence channel of the president's secretary's office, which represents the highest priority of the federation for receiving paperwork and letters, and the president's secretary group directly checks and accepts it.
Not long after, in a corner of the large room next to the office of the president of the Federation on the top floor, the paper drawer that leads directly to the front desk opened automatically, spitting out Bill's letter into the air with a "poof", and then fluttered to the desk of the second secretary. The urgent letter processing basket.
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When the second secretary personally took the urgent letter that had passed the security check and put it on the chairperson’s desk next door, Maxim just came out of the Ministry of Magic in Warsaw, Poland, and was leading a group of confederate wizards to her god. The horse-drawn carriage walked.
"President," a witch who was next to her suddenly raised her wrist, looked at one of the flashing rubies on the bracelet, and then whispered softly, "The headquarters seems to have received more important new news... now There is still some time. We may be able to go back before we head to Belgium."
"Okay~EbookFREE.me~ The exhausted Maxim was not long-winded, only nodded, and stepped into the carriage without stopping.
Soon, this rune-drawn carriage rushed into the sky, carrying Maksim and others to the headquarters of the Federation at a very fast speed.
In the carriage, Maxim took a sip from a water glass from an assistant, then leaned on the soft cushion behind and closed her eyes slightly-she hadn't slept normally for several days.
Unfortunately, it is far from a time to rest.
"If you want to contact the young lady from the Blois house in a while, don’t you all follow... Although the young lady is already the acting head of the Blois house, I think I’d better be a friend first. 'It would be better to see her as a...understand?"
"Okay." The witch beside Maxim nodded in response.
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