Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 1784: Meet me

"Booth Barton?"

What should I say? An unexpected but reasonable visitor-Erich nodded to the staff member who came in to report, and then waved backhand:

"I see. Go ahead first! Say I'll be there in a while...Receive well and don't neglect."

Seeing the other person coming back and leaving from the door, he turned his head subconsciously, and then looked at each other with Fogel who was waiting.

"Is it such a coincidence?" Seeing Erich looking at herself, Miss Vogel couldn't help but said, "We just talked about the situation in France, and this Mrs. Maxim is here."

But for this, Erich shook his head immediately.

"Coincident? It's just a matter of time if I want to tell you." He frowned. "Although McLean can face Helbo head-on, it is clear that the strength between him and Helbo still exists. There is a gap. Nowadays, he has been forced by Haierbo again and again, and he is obviously showing fatigue...and in this case, seeking help is almost inevitable."

"Then..." Fogel listened and couldn't help asking, "If this is the case, shall we help?"

"I don't know."

Erich was silent for a while, and finally shook his head slightly and gave such an answer. Then, he removed a document file from the top of the data pile on the right hand side, and looked at the magical photo of Maca on it and said solemnly:

"It stands to reason that this favor should be helpful—that'despicable Helbo' is an enemy, and it's the kind of'enemy that can't become a friend'. If you don't destroy him, the strange mist will sooner It will shroud the whole of Europe... and even the whole world... Such a future is unimaginable for us now."

While speaking, he suddenly sighed again.

"The question is, do we have the strength to defeat the ‘monster’ of Helbo?"

If enough forces are organized, it may be possible to eradicate Haierbo from this world--perhaps as long as they are willing to think, there are not a few people who can think so. But as the heir to the Brandt family, as a wizard who had been talented since he was a child, Erich was not so optimistic at all.

Hailbo is a genuine and famous ancient black wizard. In ancient Greece, he was already a well-known existence. In today's era, as far as Erich has read through the books, this is equivalent to a terrible event like a tiger entering a flock.

Yes, instead of asking himself why he is also a wizard but so "weak", Erich was even more surprised how the Maca McLean grew up to be able to win the battle against Helbo .

Compared with the other person, I, the "genius" of others, is like a kind of irony at all.

So, he just said "Do we have the strength to win?" Maybe it was more like asking himself.

Thinking of this, Erich couldn't help turning his head and glanced into the corner. However, the old wizard who had been standing in the shadow in the corner had no reaction at all.

Seeing this, Erich had to withdraw his gaze and stood up while supporting the table.

"Let's go! Go and see Mrs. Maxim who is coming from afar, and then...in any case, let's tactfully refuse!"

"Me, am I going too?" Fogel asked immediately when he heard it.

Erich walked around the table to the door, and said casually:

"Of course you are going! You are a diplomatic liaison officer. It is reasonable to follow me to meet with Mrs. Maxim-remember to watch the situation for a while and help me get rid of the trouble."

"Oh! Okay, Minister."

Before the words fell, the two walked out from the door one after another, and in the next moment, the figure in the corner of the office suddenly disappeared from where it was.

……

The German Ministry of Magic has relatively few materials in the books. At least Hermione has read so many books, she has hardly seen any detailed descriptions.

And this time, it was the first time she came back to this place.

After getting off the carriage in front of the square building, she followed Mrs. Maxim and the old butler, led by several Ministry staff all the way to the drawing room and sat down.

To be honest, this building actually has a cold feeling from the inside to the outside.

Gray-white and tough walls, corridors with too bright magic lights, and ceiling murals with a heavy sense of history but a little monotonous in color. Everything in this building reveals an inexplicable sense of depression, which makes her feel a little uncomfortable while fresh.

Fortunately, this kind of unhappiness is still within the tolerable range, and it will not make her want to leave this place urgently.

"Does it feel like something is wrong?" The old butler gestured to Hermione. "Maybe you have noticed that there is not a single window in this building--not at all."

If the old butler hadn't said it, Hermione really didn't notice it for a while. She was about to ask the old butler if she knew why, but she said directly when she saw the other party:

"Actually, the German Ministry of Magic was originally a fortress-its walls were subjected to a large number of protective spells, and it has experienced the test of the Wizarding War. Then the war ended and came to peace, but the German wizards discovered , Even they themselves can’t do anything to modify it...coming."

Suddenly, with two knocks at the door, the old butler stopped talking and did not continue. At the same time, Ms. De Quinn, who was sitting next to Mrs. Maxim, also froze, and her whole figure seemed to be frozen there.

Obviously, no matter how much you make up your mind beforehand, you will still be nervous when it comes to the end.

"Click."

The doorknob of the hall door was twisted~IndoMTL.com~ Then Hermione saw that a handsome uncle who was approaching middle age but still handsome came in from the outside with steady steps.

"Is that the man that Ms. De Quinn has been thinking about for so many years?" Hermione carefully observed the other party, and said inwardly, "Indeed, if you only look at the appearance, this is indeed a man A man who has never forgotten. Even though he is no longer young now, his charm is still undiminished. On the contrary, he has become more mature because of his age.

But at the next moment, when this middle-aged man with exceptional looks and temperament passed by Mrs. Maxim, his footsteps stopped for an instant and froze in place.

"Oh! I saw her!"

Hermione smiled to herself-with such a big reaction, at least she knew that the other party had never forgotten De Quinn in her heart. What should I say? Is this a good start?

I was thinking about it like this, but suddenly, a strange feeling suddenly rose from Hermione's heart, and she immediately threw those thoughts aside.

"What's the matter?"