Chapter 1783 German Ministry of Magic

After Hermione and the others left Belgium, they went to the Netherlands for a walk. Since the Dutch Ministry of Magic has always been headed by France, they did not spend too much effort there, and easily gained the support and participation of the other party.

After that, it is natural to move on to the first major difficulty that needs to be overcome today-Berlin, Germany.

Ms. De Quinn, who had just left the Dutch Ministry of Magic and finally decided to go with them, seemed to be getting nervous.

After getting into the carriage, she saw her lowered her eyes, folded her hands on her thighs, and all the muscles in her body were slightly tense. Seeing this, Hermione couldn't help but take the initiative to sit down next to her, and gently pressed the back of her hand.

It could be clearly felt that her hands were trembling slightly.

"Ms. DeQuinn, don't worry, we'll be with you."

Ordinarily, she had just met the other party today, and the two of them hadn't spoken a few words in total, so it was somewhat presumptuous to do so. But for De Quin's tragic experience, she was really full of sympathy and sympathy.

Both are women, but they also experience the inseparability and elusiveness of love. Even though the age difference between the two is quite a bit, Hermione still feels the same way.

"Thank you, Miss Granger, I'm fine."

DeQuinn nodded gratefully at her.

Probably because the distraction weakened the tension lingering in her heart, her tense body gradually relaxed, and finally she leaned slowly on the cushion behind her.

On the opposite side, Madam Maxim looked at the two of them leaning lightly together. While there was a smile on her face, there was also a trace of bitterness in her heart.

It is painful to worry about gains and losses, but she doesn't even have a single object to make her distressed. In terms of sadness, she may be the one who should be sad the most.

But at this moment, a certain figure who had invited her to dance with her at the ball during the final match suddenly flashed in her mind.

"It seems to be called...Mr. Hagrid?"

She was taken aback for a moment, then quickly shook her head.

"How could I have thought of him?"

Although both of them are relatively rare giant hybrids,

But she is nothing like Hagrid at all... No, they can even be said to be the exact opposite type.

For Hagrid's sloppyness, Maxim really couldn't stand it...

Just as she was thinking, suddenly, with a slight jolt, the carriage finally landed.

"Here we are, get out of the car!"

Madame Maxim put aside the thoughts in her mind and stood up from her exclusive seat.

"Well, is it okay?"

She was naturally asking Ms. De Quin who was opposite, but soon, she saw De Quin nod seriously and replied softly:

"I'm fine...yes, let's go!"

After slightly nodding at Hermione beside him, De Quinn seemed to have finally made up his mind, and his eyes immediately became firm.

...

The German Ministry of Magic, a boxy, solid building.

Unlike the Ministry of Magic in many countries, the German Ministry of Magic is not hidden in a Muggle city, but an independent building hidden in the forest outside Berlin.

The magic part consists of the four towers on the ground and the underground part with almost the same volume. The upper and lower halves are combined to form a standard square.

The office of the minister of the German Ministry of Magic is in the center of the basement level of this square building.

"Hoffman, have you sent back the last investigation report from last night? Go to the intelligence room again... Also, when you pass by the International Wizarding Cooperation Department, ask Ms. Fogel from the liaison room to come over."

"Yes, Mr. Brandt."

Watching the other party leave in response, Erich took off his glasses, rubbed his forehead vigorously, and took a deep breath. Then, I saw him put the glasses in his hand on a large stack of documents in front of him, and reached out from under the messy pile of papers to find a palm-sized potion bottle.

After pulling out the cork and pouring himself a small mouthful of the medicine, as the medicine took effect quickly, he finally awakened his already stagnant brain.

He put the cork on the bottle casually, put the potion bottle aside, and then sighed softly.

After relieving the fatigue accumulated from several consecutive days and nights of work, he looked at the pile of documents on the desktop and shook his head, and then he had to put on his glasses and continue to look through them.

"Master, do you need to take a nap for a while?"

Suddenly, a slightly old voice sounded from the corner of the office, but Erich wasn't even half surprised by it.

"No, I don't have time to rest." He replied without looking up.

Erich's voice gradually settled down, and the other party did not persuade him any more, but fell into a seemingly endless silence again. For a moment, there was only the rustling sound of flipping papers in the room.

Not long after, there were footsteps outside the door, followed by three knocks on the door.

"Mr. Minister, it's me, Ava Fogel."

"Please come in."

Just after finishing speaking, the door opened with a "click", and a slim figure walked in from the outside.

"Mr. Minister, are you looking for me?"

"Well," Erich didn't stop looking at the documents, but just said casually, "In the past few days, have those countries around the UK made any obvious moves? You know, for example, France, Spain... …well, and Holland and Belgium.”

He mentioned Belgium, but also the Netherlands, but not Norway.

Leaving Belgium aside, at least it makes sense for him not to mention Norway at all—after the Norwegian Royal Palace was destroyed by two high-level living corpses, he was still somewhat active with the support of the dark wizard organization in Northern Europe The Norwegians were silent instead. In fact, many forces know very well that Norway is afraid.

And for a force that dares not do anything, naturally no one is willing to distract their attention.

Seeing Erich's question, Miss Fogel, who was in charge of diplomatic liaison, immediately said:

"Spain has no voice for the time being. They obviously still want to wait and see again-whether they are timid or accumulating strength for preparation, we don't need to care too much at the moment. As for the Netherlands and Belgium...Mr. Minister, I think They should still choose to cooperate with France's actions. So we have to watch, just look at France for now."

Erich nodded slightly, then said:

"So, what about France?"

"Well," Miss Fogel pursed her lips when she heard the words, and said after a moment of consideration, "Mr. McLean went to Chateau Blois before, and this may be able to roughly express France's position. After all, everyone knows that in In France, the Blois family is almost as good as they say... It's just that the incident of the destruction of Blois Castle made them-"

Before she finished speaking, there was another knock on the door suddenly, and it was vaguely hurried.

"Minister! The headmaster of Beauxbaton School of Magic, Mrs. Maxime is visiting!"

At this moment, Erich finally raised his head suddenly.