I swung my greatsword at Hogwarts

The situation in Germany is unpredictable.

Previously, Yale Fanli rejected all opinions and recommended Dumbledore to the International Federation of Wizards.

Later, a minister disappeared for too long and did not show up, triggering a power struggle.

After this period of fighting for power, those who are not qualified are eliminated.

The remaining four were Yalefan, Luciferd, Gould, and Gresham.

Yalevan is Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, closest to that position.

Lucifer has Edgar background and is supported by the ancient alliance.

Gould is the deputy minister, and he should have been the successor, but unfortunately, his background is insufficient.

Gresham is strong enough, has made great contributions, and is the director of the Auror office, so he is the second strongest contender.

But now, the four are deadlocked.

They need an external force to break through, and Luciferd is not trying to fight for the Minister of Magic.

He was just gathering strength, waiting for another person to speak.

At Edgar's door, a golden thread appeared.

Then the channel opens.

John came out of it.

He looked up at the castle, and said with emotion: "Heinrich was really born with a golden spoon in his mouth."

The building of the single wheel is probably only comparable to Malfoy.

John adjusted his collar and knocked on the heavy oak door.

After a while, the door was opened.

Edgar's butler.

Edgar doesn't like house-elves, which has something to do with their participation in the house-elves wars.

No living being is born willing to serve others.

Only the domestication and harm engraved in the bones can make a magical creature that is stronger than wizards in all aspects become slavish.

The war at the beginning must have been tragic, otherwise Edgar would not have been willing to trust the house-elf for a long time.

"Mr. Wick," the butler said respectfully, "Mr. Luciferd asked me to come out to meet you."

This butler is also an old acquaintance.

He was the one who drove Heinrich in Durmstrang.

John nodded and walked in.

The castle is dark.

There is a feeling of vampire castle.

It was raining heavily outside, and John was led by the housekeeper to Edgar's living room.

Luciferd was looking at the letter in his hand, and when he saw John coming, he smiled and said, "Your Excellency Wick."

"You were supposed to appear in Silverhand Manor," John said with a chuckle, "but it's better not to provoke the nerves of those in the Ministry of Magic."

"You are right," said Luciferd putting down the letter, "Yale Fan is very wary of me."

"He was Dumbledore's supporter."

Luciferd walked to the sofa and sat down, shook his head and said, "He always thought that I would have other plans for the German Ministry of Magic."

"If you want," John sat down and said casually, "I don't mind helping you."

"Give up Durmstrang's influence?" Ludwig shook his head and said, "The loss outweighs the gain."

"I'm glad you're open to it," John asked with his hands folded on his belly, fingers stroking the ring. "Where are the other two?"

Yale Fan is not in the range of John's candidates, because he is a Dumbledore supporter and has been ruled out.

"Gold is not the right candidate, he is too mediocre, his great weakness is his Achilles' heel." Ludwig said.

John nodded and said thoughtfully: "It seems that it can only be Gresham."

"There was a time when many dark wizards appeared in the German magic society," Ludwig asked a teapot beside him to pour out black tea. "Gresham did a lot of practical things during that time, but he also offended many families."

During the period of Voldemort's rise, although he did not interfere with foreign countries, many people also wanted to rise up because of his appearance.

Some people in Germany do that.

Originally, Durmstrang had a relatively open attitude towards black magic, so the black wizard also became arrogant.

As the head of the Auror office, Gresham was one of the rare young progressives, and he arrested many people during that time.

If it wasn't for that old guy from Yale Fan who stood in the way, Gresham would be the Director of Magical Law Enforcement by now.

"Youth represents hope, family?" John smiled, with some arrogance, "They will keep their mouths shut."

Ludwig agreed with John's words. After all, the most powerful family now is John's side.

Without the family blocking the way, only Yalefan and Gould are left.

Yalefan and Dumbledore were destined to be targeted when they played together.

The rest of Gould, who is ambitious and talented, is a good cook and loves to play.

When the previous Minister Schmidt was around, he was a mascot, used to stabilize the pawns of some German families.

After Schmidt disappeared, he thought about taking a step forward.

Apparently the forces behind him thought the same way.

With John's intervention, the idea was doomed.

John said to Ludwig: "I want to see Gresham."

He will not help others for no reason, as long as he can use it for himself.

Ludwig knew what he was thinking, nodded and said, "He's already on his way."

As for why you are so obedient?

Because Ludwig told him that he didn't want to choose.

As soon as he heard that the competitor had withdrawn, Gresham must come to confirm and win over.

After all, what Edgar represents, he knows everything.

When John drank his first cup of black tea, Edgar's castle was knocked.

"This castle is so big, you didn't think about finding more housekeepers?" John asked with raised eyebrows as he watched the housekeeper go out.

This place is so big that only two people live there.

If Heinrich comes back, there will only be four people who will die.

Ludwig said without changing his face: "That's too noisy."

As expected of a father and son, Ludwig was carved out of the same mold as Heinrich.

The second cup of black tea was poured, and the director of the Auror Office of the German Ministry of Magic also came here.

"Ludwig, my friend."

The Greshams arrived before they were heard.

He walked into the room, the smile froze on his face.

He said dissatisfiedly to the butler: "You didn't tell me that there are still guests."

The housekeeper apologized without sincerity.

Gresham felt that the person in front of him was somewhat familiar, and he searched for John's appearance in his mind.

Ludwig stood up and went straight out, and said to John, "You can talk now."

"Huh?" Before Gresham could react, Ludwig had already gone out and closed the door.

Leave him alone, full of vigilance for the situation in front of him.

John looked at the Auror office director.

He's not the same old Barty.

This is a man who cannot be called old.

He looks like he is in his 30s. At this age and in this position, it is not an exaggeration to say that he is promising.

Wearing a gray suit, he has an angular rectangular face, a pointed chin, a wide forehead, and gray-blue eyes.

He has a layer of stubble, not too long, which makes him look more mature.

With wariness, very cautious.

John glanced at the other party and probably knew something.

"Sit down." John said casually, "Don't be afraid, I'm not interested in your life."

"I don't remember knowing you." Gresham walked over to John and sat down, leaning forward slightly aggressively.

This is a man like a wolf.

John smiled and ran his fingers over the ring.

"I know you, Edmund Gresham, Chief of the Auror Office."

Looking at the unrelenting expression of the other party, John let his body lean forward a little, propped his fingers on the side of his face, and smiled lightly: "Let's change to a simpler way of talking."

"Gresham, do you want to be Minister of Magic?"

As soon as this remark came out, Gresham's complexion changed drastically.

He asked sharply, "Who the hell are you?"

"Me?" John thought for a while and said, "Let me introduce you as you are most familiar with me."

Putting his hand down, John smiled mysteriously and said, "You can call me the second king."

"Of course, I don't mind if you call me Lord Wick."

At this moment, Gresham finally remembered who the person in front of him was.

That face had appeared in newspapers many times, and black and white newspapers could not fully show the beauty of this person.

Looking at it now, the face that is too young to be too young is surprising.

Gresham said in a deep voice, "Ludwig asked you to deal with me?"

"No," John shook his head and said meaningfully, "I'll help you get rid of him."

This confused Gresham.

John straight to the point: "Ludwig will not compete with you, I want to support a Minister of Magic."

"Support the Minister of Magic?" Gresham said in a deep voice, "Don't you think your tone is too loud?"

"This is strength," John said with a faint smile, "As long as you nod, Ludwig will help you deal with the rest."

He made too many chips and made Gresham hesitate.

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