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"It doesn't look like you had a very pleasant chat? Or do you mean that I have so much dignity that I keep you waiting?"

Fudge turned around and saw a tall, middle-aged white man opening the door and striding in, followed by a helpless old butler and a young man with a smile.

"You are always so turbulent, little Grylls... I really don't know how you have taken care of your family's properties these years."

Old Carlo sighed with emotion and pointed to the position opposite Fudge.

"Just do whatever you want. I still have several obedient dogs at home..."

Grylls sat down with a smile... followed by the smiling young man.

Fudge looked at the two of them curiously, wondering why they were not affected by this table... He had already discovered when he sat down just now that the initial pressure he received was enhanced by this alchemy table, otherwise it would just be The magic power these old guys unconsciously released would not make him breathless.

But it was obvious that Grylls and the young man had not been subjected to or ignored the heavy pressure before they sat down.

Do you have any treasure on you?

Fudge thought in his mind as he greeted them with a smile... None of these people could be offended by him. Even the young man who was the talker of an unknown family might be something he couldn't offend.

"Why don't you introduce your friends? Little Grylls...you should know who are here today."

"This guy…"

"It doesn't matter who I am, Mr. Carlo... Maybe you can call me nobody? What you want to do is what we should talk about now..."

"Ha! Wu~name~little~pawn...where did you come from, clown?"

The old man who had just mocked Fudge spoke again, his words full of ridicule.

"Little Grylls, little Grylls, don't you ask your half-dead parents for their opinions when you make friends? How come you can bring all kinds of things with you? Is there anything in the Grylls family? A nickname called Trash Can?!"

"Easy, girl...relax."

The unknown soldier smiled and comforted the old man who was making strange noises in a tone of calling a horse...but it seemed to have the opposite effect.

"Dodge Carlo! This is the meeting you initiated?! An unworthy Minister of Magic and a arrogant, unknown gangster?!"

"Since when do our families need to hang out with people like this..."

"John Stark Wick."

"Your real enemy...the culprit that caused your current situation...Now, can you put this face away? Mr. Tristy..."

The unknown man spoke unhurriedly, and his confident look made Tristy hesitate. She couldn't help but look at the old Carlo who was in deep thought.

"Okay, old man...I've long said that young people today don't do this anymore..."

Tristy snorted coldly, raised the wine glass on the table and gestured to the unknown man and Fudge, and drank it carefully.

"It seems you have figured out the crux of the problem a long time ago, my old friend..."

Fudge mechanically raised the cup in his hand and sipped it calmly... Why did he mention that child?

"John Stark Wick is a half-breed, and there has been no wizard in his family for dozens of generations... He is like an accident, to his family and to us... It's like a quiet village has a stranger who doesn't understand the rules. of foreigners.”

"He has been hidden in the school by Dumbledore. Even the auction at Downton Abbey was arranged in an inconspicuous corner, and a bunch of shit family came out to help him block it. gun…"

"Tony is a big piece of shit...that damn bastard killed more than ten good people in my family." Tristy interjected, "Is that John the one who was nominated for the Medal of Merlin by Dumbledore?"

"Well, Dumbledore's successor..."

"No, he will not be Dumbledore's successor. In fact... they prefer a form of cooperation, between him, Dumbledore and the fake Harris."

"Wait...fake Harris?...No...how do you know so much?"

Tristy tugged on her beard and blushed... He was drinking too much just now, and what Old Carlo brought out today was all old spirits.

"I am a nobody, but I also know some tricks to peek into the future."

"I didn't know there was a young man in the Trelawny family, Mr. Nobody."

Old Carlo fumbled with the wine glass in front of him and looked at him with empty eyes.

"Not all prophets and diviners have the surname Trelawny, Mr. Carlo... Moreover, my abilities do not entirely come from the bloodline you know."

"Then how to prove it? Mr. Nobody...prove whether the future you peeked into is true."

"It's hard..."

"I know you don't believe me. In fact, if I were you, I wouldn't believe this young man who seems to just want to make a name for himself in front of a few people..."

"But you should have discovered it now... After all, you just met your great master some time ago. And you also received a lesson for your incompetence..."

As he said that, he turned to look at Fudge

"That's why Mr. Carlo has a bad cough today...after all...having your ribs crushed by a giant python is not a fun experience."

"The great master?..." Fudge asked with a frown.

"That's enough...I'm pretty sure you didn't appear in my manor that day."

Carlo glanced at Fudge, who was sitting aside and thinking about something.

"Can you tell me more about this fake Harris?... It sounds like you already know who he is..."

"Is this a condition?"

"It can be...it depends on what you want..."

"Bellatrix Lestrange...I want her dead."

Old Carlo looked at the calm young man and couldn't help but think about this Bella in his mind... This seems to be that person's number one general, right?

"I want her dead, and she must die by my hands."

"Why...since you know who my master is...how dare you say such things."

The young man tilted his head and motioned to Old Carlo, who was moving uneasily at Fudge.

"Are you sure he won't affect your future plans?"

"Of course. Connelly has always been my most trusted friend."

"Maybe, Mr. Carlo... We all know what you are loyal to... He may be a person, but he will definitely not be a crazy hybrid."

"loyalty…"

Old Carlo sat up slightly and gently rubbed his aching chest.

"Tell me what you can do. You seem to have figured out my plan?"

"Some privileges of a prophet...I am different from that bluffing bastard."

The young man naturally sat next to Bell.

"Everyone, I think it's time for me to excuse myself..."

Fudge said, and stood up to leave.

"The following things are not what I, the Minister of Magic, should hear. I can only listen to Merlin's poop without knowing it!"

The moment he stood up, a huge amount of magic power surged out from the alchemy core of the table and poured into his limbs, blocking the magic circuit and making his body unable to move.

"You should have left long ago, Mr. Minister..."

The young man said with some pity

"But don't worry, I believe you won't be in any danger...maybe, just take a nap?"

After saying that, he clapped his hands and the door to the room opened.

The old housekeeper walked in and bowed to pay homage to old Carlo, whose expression changed slightly.

"Master, it's ready."

Old Carlo took a deep look at the smiling young man, adjusted himself, and waved to the old housekeeper.

"Go ahead, I also want to see how far their so-called technology can go..."

"Those insidious Muggle vipers..."