With a wand in his left hand and a gun in his right hand, Hogwarts is the king

However, he was not sure of taking down Erwin.

This teenager was really too scary.

He felt too much pressure on him.

At this time, the door was knocked.

Erwin stood up and opened the door.

His back was facing Trivicon.

He looked completely defenseless.

Trivicon clenched the wand in his hand, and he was struggling madly in his heart.

At this time, he cast a killing curse.

He didn't believe that Erwin could dodge in this situation.

But he always felt that if he used the killing curse, something terrible would happen.

Just when Trivicon hesitated.

Erwin had already opened the door.

A waiter stood at the door with a cart.

"Sir, I will bring you the tea and coffee you ordered?"

Erwin nodded.

Then the waiter pushed the cart into the room.

He saw the stupid director's brother lying on the ground from the corner of his eye.

But he didn't say much, and there was not even a look of fear on his face.

It was obvious that he had seen such scenes many times.

This also shows how chaotic foreign countries are.

Coffee and black tea were placed on the table, one cup of coffee and two cups of black tea.

It was steaming at this time.

The waiter bowed to Erwin: "Sir, if you need anything else, you can call and contact your butler!"

Erwin nodded, smiled and took out a bill from his pocket and handed it to the waiter.

The waiter gladly accepted it.

Before leaving, he asked again: "Sir, do you need someone to help you clean up the extra things? The hotel has this service!"

When the waiter said this, he glanced at the idiot on the ground.

It was obvious what the extra things the waiter was talking about were!

Erwin smiled and said: "No need, thank you! I will handle it myself!"

The waiter said: "It is my honor to serve you, sir!"

After the waiter left.

Erwin sat back on the sofa, picked up the spoon next to the cup and stirred it gently in the cup.

Then he said, "I always thought that my butler lied to me. He told me that the taste of coffee is related to the water quality, temperature and cooking method! But I think it is only related to coffee beans. Now it seems that my butler is right! The taste is really different. Mr. Trivicon, don't you want to try this cup of black tea? You should rarely come to the Muggle world to drink black tea. See what the difference is with your magic world?"

Trivicon frowned.

If he did despise Erwin's idea at the beginning.

After Erwin made a move, he began to take it seriously.

Then at this time, he was afraid.

He really couldn't understand how Erwin had the confidence to expose all the plans of others and talk to each other about the taste of coffee and black tea here. Couldn't Erwin think that he had just walked under the scythe of the god of death?

If he had made a move just now, something bad would have happened.

Erwin put down the coffee cup in his hand and said, "Actually, you should have tried to cast a curse on my back just now. Maybe you could have killed me, and then your plan would not be known to others! It's a pity that you didn't seize the opportunity. If you want to kill me now, you have to fight me head-on. So, Mr. Trevicon, do you want to try?"

A drop of cold sweat had already fallen from Trevicon's forehead at some point.

As expected, Erwin knew that he had really thought of it.

He did it on purpose, and he deliberately sold him a flaw.

His feeling was not wrong. If he had made a move just now, there would really be a big horror!

Erwin looked at Trevicon leisurely.

He leaned lazily on the sofa.

There were flaws all over his body, but Trevicon didn't dare to make a move at all.

There was a stalemate for a moment.

Trevicon sighed: "Mr. Cavendish, what do you want to do? What is your purpose?"

Elvin smiled and said: "It seems that you have rejected the temptation to attack me! As for what I want, why not tell me the bargaining chips I intend to give you first!"

Trevicon asked doubtfully: "Bargain chips?"

Elvin nodded: "I follow a saying that everyone has his own value. The moment the gold galleons sound, all the voices of opposition will subside! As long as your bargaining chips are heavy enough, there is nothing in this world that cannot be done! And the bargaining chips I intend to give you should be what you care about most, rights!"

Trevicon was stunned for a moment.

Then he said: "Rights? I don't understand!"

Elvin said: "A director of an Auror office, are you really satisfied?? Don't you want to continue to climb up? Think about it, if one day you sit in that ministerial position, what will you be like? "

Trevicon's eyes lit up instantly.

Minister of Magic, of course he thought about it.

He has fantasized countless times about the day when he became the Minister of Magic.

But he has no supporters and no foundation.

So, he even struggled to be the director of the Auror Office. If there is no special opportunity, he may continue to sit in this deputy director position until his age reaches the retirement standard of the Auror, and then he will be cleared out of the Auror team and become a poor civilian until the day he dies.

But now, Erwin actually puts out such a big chip.

It's hard for him not to be tempted.

However, Trevicon has always been a cautious person.

He shook his head: "Mr. Cavendish is joking, I have never had such ambitions, my current position is good!"

Erwin smiled and said: "Of course, you can say anything, Cavendish never makes promises easily, but Cavendish's promises will become a reality! You can consider whether you want to cooperate with me! "

Trevicon looked thoughtful, and was about to continue arguing with Elvin.

Elvin suddenly changed the subject.

"As for the purpose of my coming to Bolin, on the one hand, I came to play, after all, I'm on vacation! I need to travel, on the other hand, I want to go to Nurmengard! You help me arrange it, I'll go tomorrow!"

Trevicon was shocked: "Nurmengard? No, absolutely not, it belongs to the controlled area, unless the Ministry of Magic approves it, you can't get close!"

Elvin said: "This has nothing to do with me, I'm going to Nurmengard tomorrow, this is my schedule, I've told you, if there is any problem, you find a way! The so-called approval is just a joke, there is no restriction on the saints entering and leaving Nurmengard, right? Or do you think I don't have the strength to force my way into Nurmengard? Mr. Trevikon, figure out who you are talking to, now, you can leave, tomorrow I will let the official Muggle car take me to the vicinity of Nurmengard, you come and take me in! See you tomorrow!"