Chapter 293

Trevicon's face was cold. How could he agree to such a request?

Especially, Erwin said it in an imperative tone.

Just when he was about to refuse righteously.

Trirevicon was stunned.

No, Erwin's attitude was too wrong.

Erwin's attitude was like a superior talking to a subordinate.

Why did he speak like this, why did he have the confidence?

Is he so sure that he would agree with him? Or, is Erwin so confident to help him get a higher position?

Trirevicon hesitated.

He wanted to continue to climb up, but he knew his ability.

But now, Erwin seemed to be able to do this.

For the sake of caution, he didn't dare to say anything more.

He was afraid that if Erwin could really help him, he would miss this opportunity.

After weighing the pros and cons.

Trirevicon stood up.

"I'll arrange it!"

Then, Trirevicon flicked his wand lightly, and the idiot lying on the ground floated up.

Trevikon took him out of the room.

The door closed slowly.

A smile appeared on the corner of Erwin's mouth.

See, this is why Erwin always said that people with weaknesses are the easiest to deal with.

This German deputy director of the Auror Office is so similar to Fudge and Umbridge.

They are all so greedy for power.

The difference is that this Trevikon is smarter than Fudge and Umbridge.

But this is also a good thing, isn't it?

Unlike the British wizarding world, in Britain, the power of the Cavendish family is already very large.

Therefore, the Ministry of Magic also needs to give Erwin some face.

Many things are particularly easy to operate.

As long as you use your brain and use some means, everything will be carried out according to Erwin's ideas.

But Germany is different.

Erwin needs a smart person, he must have his own abilities.

Only in this way can he continue to climb up with the help of Erwin.

Otherwise, if someone like Umbridge and Fudge comes to this new place,

Even with Erwin's help, their upper limit is fixed.

But this Trivicon is different.

Erwin only needs to gently pluck a few strings, and the overall melody will change.

At that time, Trivicon will work hard.

What a good chess piece, he will help himself figure out where to land next.

As for why Erwin has to spend so much effort.

There are many reasons.

The mobile phone business is destined to radiate to other countries.

And this kind of enviable business requires some convenience.

In other words, Erwin needs the help of the Ministry of Magic of other countries.

Moreover, Erwin's ambition has always been great.

His plot is the entire magic world, not just England.

He needs a little bit of layout, compared to the Dark Lord who is about to return to England.

Germany is too comfortable.

Especially when Grindelwald has a retirement life and the saints are quiet.

This place is really too quiet.

Erwin doesn't like this atmosphere.

Only when there is chaos can you fish in troubled waters better.

Stable? Erwin really hates stability.

Since no one can stir up this mess, Erwin doesn't mind doing it himself.

He hasn't forgotten what he said before entering the magic world.

He wants to make Cavendish's name resound throughout the magic world!

Note that this is the entire magic world!

Standing in front of the French window, Erwin looked at the night view of Bolin.

He is finally going to see Grindelwald, the great King of the Ge.

This old lover of Dumbledore, the man to whom the French Black Rose has been loyal all her life.

The man who has caused real turmoil, Erwin has been really curious about him for too long.

......

At the same time, in the tower.

Wenda Rozier put the dinner that his master wanted to eat today on the table.

Then he said: "My lord, Erwin is here. I plan to pick him up tomorrow. Do you want him to have lunch with you?"

Grindelwald brought a napkin for himself, then took a sip of red wine and savored it carefully.

Then he said: "No need to pick him up. If he doesn't even have the ability to see me, then he doesn't deserve your praise! There's no need for me to see him!"

Wenda frowned slightly and said: "But those Aurors of the Ministry of Magic are not simple people. Although he should have the ability to break in, he will have a lot of trouble if he does that!"

Grindelwald put down the wine glass in his hand.

Looking at Wenda with curiosity: "Wenda, you seem to be very concerned about that child! You are actually worried about someone you only met once? This is interesting. I haven't seen you like this for a long time!"

Wenda didn't explain after hearing this.

She couldn't tell her master that she was too bored every day.

Especially after her master started playing the jail game.

She was really bored.

So the moment she saw Erwin, she seemed to have found new fun.

She was sure that Erwin must be a gift from God to the saint.

By then, if Erwin can really become the new master of the Saint, then she can go out and stretch her muscles. At least, maybe, maybe, she can even curse Dumbledore a few times? It's so exciting just thinking about it!

Grindelwald said: "Wenda, you should read more newspapers! How long have you not read the Daily Prophet? That kid is better than you think. He won't be reckless! I can't think of what means he will use, but he will definitely exceed your and my expectations. Let's wait and see!"

Wenda couldn't help rolling his eyes.

How could she compete with a person who played the game of going to jail and never missed a daily prophet? She didn't have the time to read the newspaper every day. She had to prepare meals for her master and deal with some saints' affairs from time to time.

Although the saints are now seriously aging, there are always those who want to provoke the saints.

Wenda had to suppress them, in case someone couldn't hold back and took two lives with a killing curse.

She was really busy every day.

There were also people who wanted to stretch their claws to the saints, and Wenda had to deal with them.

She really didn't have time to read the newspaper every day like her master.

Just then, an owl flew to the iron window.

He knocked gently on the iron railing.

Wenda looked up, then stretched out his hand and waved gently.

A letter floated in from the owl's feet.

Wenda opened it and took a look.

Then his face suddenly turned cold: "My lord, I have to go deal with things! I found traces of those bastards again!"

Grindelwald waved his hand casually: "Go, but, Wenda! You really don't have to be so tired. In fact, I really don't care about these things now!"

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