harry potter book of crimes

"Beauxbatons?"

How should I put it? An unexpected but reasonable visitor, Erich, nodded towards the clerk who came in to report, and then waved his hand back:

"I understand, you go ahead first! You said I would be there in a moment...receive me well and don't neglect me."

Watching the other party leave from the door again, he subconsciously turned his head and looked at each other again with Fogel who was waiting aside.

"Is it such a coincidence?" Miss Fogel couldn't help but ask when she saw Erich looking at her, "We just talked about the situation in France, and Madame Maxime came here."

But in response, Erich immediately shook his head.

"Is it a coincidence? Let me tell you, it's only a matter of time." He frowned and said, "Although McClain can compete head-on with Haierbo, it is obvious that there is still a gap in strength between him and Haierbo.

Now, he is being forced again and again by Haierbo, and he is obviously tired...and in this case, seeking help is almost inevitable."

"Then..." Fogel listened and couldn't help but ask, "If this is really the case, do we want to help?"

"have no idea."

Erich was silent for a long time, and finally shook his head slightly and gave such an answer. Then, he took down a file from the top of the pile of information on his right and looked at the picture of Maca's Magic on it.

The photo said in a deep voice:

"Logically speaking, the 'despicable Herbo' who should be helped is an enemy, and the kind of 'enemy who cannot become a friend'. If he is not eliminated, sooner or later the strange fog will destroy the entire Europe..."

…To the point where the whole world is shrouded…Such a future is unimaginable to us now.”

Just as he was speaking, he suddenly sighed again.

"But the question is, do we have the strength to defeat the 'monster' of Haierbo?"

If enough forces are organized, maybe Haierbo can be eradicated from the world. Perhaps as long as they are willing to think about it, there are actually not a few people who can think like this. But as the heir of the Brandt family, as a child who grew up

As for a wizard with extraordinary talents, Erich was not so optimistic at all.

Halbo is a truly famous ancient dark wizard. He was already a famous person in ancient Greece. But in today's era, based on Erich's well-read knowledge, this is simply equivalent to

A terrible incident like a tiger entering a flock of sheep.

Yes, instead of asking why he was so "weak" even though he was also a wizard, Erich was more surprised by how Maka McLean had grown up to be able to win and lose in a fight with Haier Bo.

Compared with the other party, the "genius" that others call him is simply a kind of irony.

Therefore, what he just said, "Do we have the strength to win the battle?" may be more like asking himself.

Thinking of this, Erich couldn't help but turned around and glanced in the corner. However, the old wizard who had been standing in the shadow of the corner showed no reaction at all.

Seeing this, Eric had no choice but to retract his gaze and stood up with his support on the table.

"Let's go! Go see Madame Maxime who has come from afar, and then... in any case, politely refuse her first!"

"Me, should I go too?" Fogel asked immediately after hearing this.

Eric said casually as he walked around the table towards the door:

"Of course I want to go! You are the diplomatic liaison officer. It is reasonable and reasonable for you to go with me to meet Madame Maxime. Remember to keep an eye on the situation for a while and help me get rid of the trouble."

"Oh! Okay, Minister."

Before they finished speaking, the two of them walked out of the door one after another, and at the next moment, the figure in the corner of the office suddenly disappeared from where it was.

…

The German Ministry of Magic has relatively little information in books. At least Hermione has read so many books and has hardly seen any too detailed descriptions.

And this time, it was also 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 housekeeper, led by several Ministry of Magic staff, to the drawing room and sat down.

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

The gray and tough walls, the corridors with overly bright magic lights, and the ceiling murals with a rich sense of history but a slightly monotone color. Everything in this building has an inexplicable sense of depression, which makes it

Although she was fresh, she seemed to feel a little uncomfortable.

Fortunately, this kind of discomfort was still within the tolerable range, and it would not make her eager to leave this place.

"Does something feel wrong?" The old butler gestured towards Hermione, "Maybe you have noticed that there is not a single window in this building."

If the old butler hadn't said anything, Hermione really wouldn't have noticed this for a while. She was about to ask the old butler if he knew why this was, but when she saw the other party, he said directly:

"Actually, the German Ministry of Magic was originally a fortress, with a large number of protective spells applied to its walls, and it had experienced the test of the Wizarding War. Later, when the war ended and peace came, the German wizards discovered that even they themselves

There is no way to modify it anymore...here it comes."

Suddenly, there were two gentle knocks on the door, causing the old housekeeper to stop talking and stop talking. At the same time, Ms. De Guin, who was sitting next to Madame Maxime, also became confused.

He froze, and his whole figure seemed to be frozen there.

Obviously, no matter how determined you are to correct your mentality beforehand, you will still be nervous when the end comes.

"Click."

The doorknob of the hall door was turned, and then Hermione saw a handsome man approaching middle age but still personable walking in from the outside with steady steps.

"Is that the man that Ms. DeQuin has been obsessed with for so many years?" Hermione observed the other person carefully and secretly said in her heart, "Indeed, if you only look at his appearance, this is indeed a man who can never be forgotten.

A man. Even though he is no longer young, his charm remains unchanged, and he even has a more mature charm as he grows older."

But at the next moment, when this middle-aged man with an outstanding appearance and temperament glanced past Mrs. Maxim, his footsteps stopped and he was stunned for a moment.

"Oh! I saw her!"

Hermione smiled secretly. For such a big reaction, at least she knew that the other party had definitely not forgotten DeQuin. How should I put it? This was a good start?

Just as she was thinking about it, suddenly, a strange feeling suddenly arose in Hermione's heart, and she immediately put aside those thoughts in her mind.

"what happened?"