Chapter 527 When the Minister of Magic and I Were Chatting and Laughing, You Didn’t Even Know Where We Were! (2-in-1)

The werewolves ignored old Rozier and turned to look at Ivan. After seeing Ivan nodding in agreement, they let him go.

Old Rozier patted the dust on his body, then bent over and trotted all the way to Ivan's side.

"You did a good job, Rozier! It saved me a lot of effort." Ivan patted the old Rozier on the shoulder and said with great satisfaction.

He deliberately broke the magic lamp in the conference room, just to avoid personal injury caused by the attack.

Before releasing the magic, Ivan was a little worried about whether the old Rozier could understand what he meant. Unexpectedly, the other party did better than he expected, and directly set off a civil strife, making the werewolf capture operation more difficult. Much more relaxed.

Faced with Ivan's praise, old Rozier had no intention of taking credit at all.

He knew very well that his greatest value was gone now, and his future treatment would all depend on the face of this little wizard. Therefore, old Rozier said very modestly that the success of this operation was all thanks to the guidance of Lord Hals. , I just did what I was told to do.

While old Rozier was flattering, Foley and others, who were tightly bound, began to curse.

"Rozier, you damn bastard! Shameful traitor!"

"I know you are a complete villain. Do you think they will let you go when we are finished?"

Foley and others were scolding each other more and more harshly, but old Rozier had a nonchalant expression on his face. In his opinion, they were just the wails of a defeated dog and were completely meaningless.

Nott, who was also tied up, did not speak angrily like the others. He looked at Ivan's childish face quietly and suddenly asked.

"Where's Asia? If I guessed correctly, you should be her child Ivan Hals, right? Is she so relieved to let you do such a dangerous thing and not come to see me in person?"

Although Nott has not met Ivan, it does not prevent him from guessing Ivan's identity from his age and old Rozier's name.

Ivan turned his head and glanced at Nott, but did not reply.

Old Rozier looked at Nott with contempt. His ignorance was really laughable.

"No, that's not right! Asia is just a cover, you are the real mastermind behind the scenes!" Nott was not stupid after all. He quickly realized something from the reactions of the two people and looked at Ivan in shock, somewhat unbelievable. My own guess.

But this is obviously the only possibility!

If not, how could old Rozier be so humble in front of the other party, as humble as a domestic dog?

You must know that when he mentioned Asia before, old Rozier had no obvious reaction.

The transformation of the giant snake just now and the subsequent combined magic are not something that ordinary wizards can perform. Even if they use their full strength, they cannot do it to that extent.

It can be seen that the strength of the little wizard in front of him exceeds that of his peers, and is even higher than that of many adult wizards!

But even so, it still seems a bit ridiculous to let a thirteen or fourteen-year-old wizard be the leader.

"You betrayed us just to take refuge with this kid? Are you playing house with him? Rozier, you are really getting better and better!" Nott said sarcastically.

Ivan frowned, knowing that his age would always cause unnecessary trouble.

But before he could make a move this time, the loyal old Rozier rushed forward and kicked Nott several times without any hesitation. One of the kicks directly hit Nott's nose, red. Blood and white snot poured out of his nose.

"Presumptuous! How dare you insult the great Lord Hals!" Old Rozier kicked him a few times but that was not enough to relieve his anger. He pulled out his wand and was about to cast the Cruciatus Curse on Nott.

"That's enough, stop!" Ivan waved his hand and stopped old Rozier's movements. He still had some things to ask, in case Nott was tortured to death.

After Old Rozier stopped, Nott slowly straightened up, with some blood still remaining on his face. He coughed a few times with difficulty and said dejectedly.

"You win, boy! From today on, the wizard market in Knockturn Alley is yours. If you are willing to put my nephew back, I can guarantee you that our Nott family will no longer be against you."

nephew?

Ivan thought about the dead Rhys Nott, but he did not intend to tell the news, but sneered and said.

"Did you make a mistake? Mr. Nott? Now the wizard market is in my hands. Whether you want it or not, is it too late for you to use this as a bargaining chip?"

In the chaotic Knockturn Alley, everyone is doing shady jobs, and whoever has the biggest fist always has the final say.

The Wizarding Market has never been recognized by the Ministry of Magic. It is just a semi-illegal underground black market. There is no such thing as a land deed. Whoever occupies this place belongs to him!

So Nott's statement seems particularly ridiculous to Ivan!

Nott ignored Ivan's ridicule and kept talking to himself. "You don't dare to kill me anyway, right? I can give you whatever you want. We are not enemies, and there is no need to fight to the death!"

"That's not necessarily true, Mr. Nott! Are you so sure that I won't kill you?" Ivan shook his head. He had no intention of returning home.

The wizard market in Knockturn Alley has become the largest black market in the wizarding world after several generations of hard work. Now that he has taken away all this hard work in one fell swoop, no one else would be able to bear it.

Not to mention that he killed someone's nephew a few days ago. This grudge is probably irresolvable.

What makes Ivan a little strange is that Nott seems to have an inexplicable confidence that he does not dare to kill him.

Nott looked up at Ivan with an arrogant look on his face and explained.

"I am a pure blood, different from the lowly wizards you killed! If I die or disappear for a long time, the Ministry of Magic will definitely launch a corresponding investigation. You don't want to be targeted by Aurors, right?"

Nott's words made the werewolves next to him very angry. Even the eyes of the bound black-robed law enforcer showed a look of dissatisfaction, because he was the lowly wizard Nott said.

Perhaps feeling that this was not safe enough, Nott then added. "One thing you may not know is that I am close friends with Pierce, the executive director of the Ministry of Magic! If you kill me, you will be in big trouble!"

"Executive Director?" Ivan raised his eyebrows.

What did he remember being called, Piers Thicknesse?

He really had no memory of such a marginal character in the original time and space. He still remembered it now entirely because the first big business of his magic shop was taken care of by the Execution Department of the Ministry of Magic.

Nott saw a look of joy on his face when he saw Ivan's contemplative expression. What he was most worried about was that the little wizard in front of him had no good intentions and insisted on killing him, causing both sides to suffer in the end.

Now that Ivan is willing to think carefully, it proves that his life is safe.

Nott's mind suddenly became active. As long as he kept his life, he would always have a chance to regain what he had lost!

But before he could think about it, Ivan's slightly disappointed words reached his ears.

"That means your biggest reliance is the Executive Director of the Ministry of Magic, is that all?"

Listening to Ivan's words, Nott was stunned.

Ivan was quite disappointed and shook his head. Seeing Nott being so arrogant just now, he almost thought that this guy was a relative of the Minister of Magic, but he didn't expect that he just knew the Executive Director.

As for how good this best friend is, no one knows. Maybe he just met him a few times or had a few drinks and relied on this relationship to talk about the tiger's skin.

If truth be told, I often chatted and laughed with the Minister of Magic, and exchanged letters with many high-ranking officials and the Grand Master of the Knights of Merlin. I wonder how high-ranking he was, how could he be intimidated by an executive director.

However, Nott's words are not unreasonable. In peaceful times, it would take a long time to trace the death of a wizard, let alone the head of a pure-blood family.

It would be very troublesome if we were targeted by Aurors because of this.

He happens to be a man who is afraid of trouble!

Even so, Ivan will not give in under the spotlight, otherwise people will lose heart and the team will be difficult to lead.

Especially Nott's words that disparaged half-bloods and Muggles just now were a slap in the face. Ivan would not let Nott get what he wanted in both public and private matters.

"So you rely on Piers Thicknesse? The current executive director of the Ministry of Magic?" Ivan asked again.

"What exactly do you mean? Do you know Pierce too?" Nott frowned. He didn't quite understand what the little wizard in front of him was doing.

"You misunderstood, I have never met him." Ivan shook his head, and then continued.

"But when I asked Fudge to be my nominee a few days ago, I happened to hear him complaining about Pierce's recent inability to stop the Dementor riot, and his Auror couldn't even stand a death row prisoner. Such an executive director makes Fudge very dissatisfied."

Ivan combined the information he knew and spoke half truthfully.

Seeing Nott's uncertain expression, Ivan couldn't help but smile. He knew that he had guessed it right. Pierce might be in a lot of trouble recently, so he continued to speak out.

"Your best friend is too busy taking care of himself now, but he may not pay attention to you, and he may not help a dead person."

Nott's face suddenly darkened, which was why he had been at a disadvantage in the dispute with Asia but did not ask for help.

Moreover, his relationship with Pierce was indeed not the best. That was just something he said deliberately to scare Ivan.

What shocked Nott even more was the message hidden in Ivan's words.

"Do you know the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Oswald Fudge?" Nott couldn't help but ask.

The only one who can complain about the poor performance of the Executive Director, also called Fudge!

But Nott really couldn't figure out how such a big shot could interact with a thirteen- or fourteen-year-old wizard and complain about the work of the executive director in front of him, so he wondered if Ivan was fooling him!

Of course, Ivan could see the deep distrust in Nott's eyes. He shook his head and sighed. "I thought you would do a little research before dealing with my mother."

Nott wanted to refute when he opened his mouth, because it was obviously Asia who made the move first, and he was just a passive counterattack.

However, Ivan didn't give him a chance to speak.

"It seems you don't know that I was awarded the Order of Merlin, First Class not long ago for my outstanding contributions to the wizarding world, and my nominees were Albus Dumbledore and Cornelius Os Walder Fudge"

Ivan said casually, but he was also very surprised. He remembered that this incident was on the headlines of the Daily Prophet, and Nott didn't know about it. Could it be that the other party didn't like reading newspapers very much?

"This is impossible!" Nott looked at Ivan in disbelief.

He had collected information about Asia, but it was not up-to-date, so he only knew that the other party had a child with a high talent for potions, and he had won the second-level Merlin Medal for developing Wolfsbane potion.

This is why he was able to shout Ivan's name immediately.

As for what happened recently, Nott, who was tired of dealing with the attacks of Asia and those werewolves, didn't have much thought at all to understand.

And he is very aware that Dumbledore and Fudge have had a bad relationship recently. It is simply a fantasy to be nominated by these two big guys at the same time!

Seeing that Nott didn't believe it, Ivan shook his head and explained lazily. He couldn't take out the Merlin Medal and let Nott check whether it was genuine or not, and then find a newspaper for Nott to take a good look at, right?

Ivan had no intention of taking the Merlin Order with him to show off. These were just false claims. If it weren't for the legendary points, he wouldn't have put in so much trouble.

"What he said is true. The newspaper I read Nott said that he captured Peter Pettigrew. However, this merit alone cannot win the Order of Merlin, First Class. Dumbledore and Fudge may not be able to contribute. "Little." A middle-aged wizard who was tied up next to him suddenly sighed and said.

After receiving confirmation from his companions, Nott's face turned pale. The situation was worse than he imagined.

In other words, Dumbledore and Minister of Magic Fudge had forcibly secured the Medal of Merlin for him. Nott really couldn't imagine what kind of person could enjoy such treatment.

Could it be that he is actually a relative of the Minister of Magic? A long-lost illegitimate child? Or maybe a secret member of the Dumbledore family?

Nott broke out in a cold sweat just thinking about it. The other party probably didn't care about the network of connections that he regarded as a life-saving talisman!

That meant that he had lost his last support, and his life and death depended only on the little wizard's thoughts.

Old Rozier, who was next to Ivan, was also secretly frightened.

He originally thought that Ivan was a reformer who wanted to overthrow the old system, and that the road ahead would be very difficult, but now it seems that this may not be the case. He may have the secret permission of Minister of Magic Fudge and Dumbledore.

It’s just that old Rozier really can’t figure it out. If this is the case, Ivan is more suitable for politics. He should spend twenty years step by step to successfully become the next Minister of Magic with the support of the two big bosses, and then carry out reforms. right

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