Just became a godfather, and you said this is Hogwarts?

Trevikon's face was full of coldness. How could he agree to such a request?

Especially since Erwin said it in a commanding tone.

Just when I was about to refuse with righteous words.

Trevikon was stunned for a moment.

No, Erwin's attitude is totally wrong.

Erwin's attitude was as if a superior was speaking to an inferior.

Why does he speak like this? Why does he have the confidence?

Is he so sure that he will agree with him? Or is Erwin so confident that he can help him get a higher position?

Trevicon hesitated.

He wanted to keep climbing, but he knew his abilities.

But now, it seems that Erwin can really do it.

Out of caution, he didn't dare say anything more.

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

After weighing the pros and cons.

Trevicon stood up.

"I'll arrange it!"

Then, Trevikon simply flicked his wand, and the idiot lying on the ground floated up.

Trevikon led him straight out of the room.

The door of the room closed slowly.

A smile appeared on Erwin's lips.

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

The German deputy director of the Auror Office was eerily similar to Fudge and Umbridge.

They are all so greedy for power.

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

But that's a good thing, isn't it?

Unlike the British wizarding world, in England, the Cavendish family is already very powerful.

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

Many things are very easy to do.

As long as you use your brain and some means, everything will go according to Alvin's ideas.

But Germany is different.

Erwin needed a smart guy who had skills of his own.

Only then can I continue to climb up with the help of Erwin.

Otherwise, if someone like Umbridge or Fudge came to this new place.

Even with Erwin's help, their ceiling is fixed.

But this Trevikon is different.

Alvin only needs to pluck the strings a little bit, and the overall melody will change.

By then, Trevikon will work hard himself.

What a good chess piece! He can figure out by himself where the next move should be made.

As for why Erwin went to so much trouble.

There are many reasons for this.

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 help from other countries' ministries of magic.

Moreover, Erwin has always been ambitious.

His plan targets the entire wizarding world, not just Britain.

He needs a little planning compared to the Dark Lord who is about to return in England.

Germany is too comfortable.

Especially when Grindelwald has settled down to retirement and the Saints have quieted down.

This place is so quiet.

Erwin didn't like this atmosphere.

Only when things get chaotic can we better fish in troubled waters.

Valium? Erwin really hated Valium.

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

He has not forgotten what he said before entering the wizarding world.

He wanted to make Cavendish's name resound throughout the entire wizarding world!

Note that we are talking about the entire magical world here!

Standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, Erwin looked at the night view of Berlin.

Grindelwald, the great Emperor, he was finally going to meet him.

This old lover of Dumbledore, the man to whom the Black Rose of France was loyal all her life.

The man who had caused real unrest, Erwin had been curious about him for too long.

......

At the same time, in the tower.

Wenda Rozier placed the dinner her master wanted to eat today on the table.

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

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

Then he said, "There's 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 strength to break in by force, if he does that, he will get into a lot of trouble!"

Grindelwald put down his glass.

He looked 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 in a long time!"

Wenda didn't explain after hearing this.

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

Especially after the adults in my family started playing the jail game.

She is really boring.

So the moment she saw Erwin, it was like she had found a new source of fun.

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

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 has it been since you last read the Daily Prophet? That kid is better than you thought. He won't be reckless! I can't imagine what means he will use, but he will definitely exceed our expectations. Let's just wait and see!"

Wenda couldn't help but roll his eyes.

How could she compete with a person who played the game of being in prison and never missed the Daily Prophet? She didn't have the time to read the newspaper every day. She also had to prepare meals for her master and deal with some saints' affairs from time to time.

Even though the Saints are now seriously aging, there are always those who are blind enough to want to provoke them.

Wenda had to suppress it, in case someone couldn't hold back and cast a killing curse, taking two lives.

She is really busy every day.

Wenda also has to deal with those who want to raise their claws against the saints.

She really doesn't have time to read the newspaper every day like her parents do.

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 directly and took a look.

Then his face suddenly turned cold: "Sir, I have to go take care of things! I found traces of those bastards again!"

Grindelwald waved his hand casually: "Go ahead, but, Wenda! There's really no need to be so tired. In fact, I really don't care about these things now!"