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

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

Especially, Erwin said it in an imperative tone.

Just when he was about to refuse righteously.

Trivicon was stunned for a moment.

No, Erwin's attitude was too wrong.

Erwin's attitude was like a superior talking to an inferior.

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?

Trivicon hesitated.

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

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

Out 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.

Trivicon stood up.

"I'll arrange it!"

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

Trevikon took him out of the room directly.

The door of the room slowly closed.

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 deputy director of the Auror Office in Germany 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 magic 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 skills.

Only then can he continue to climb up with the help of Alvin.

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

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

But this Trevikon is different.

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

At that time, Trevikon will work hard on his own.

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

As for why Alvin has to make such a big 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, Alvin needs the help of the Ministry of Magic of other countries.

Moreover, Alvin's ambition has always been great.

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

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

Germany is too comfortable.

Especially when Grindelwald has retired and the saints have quieted down.

This place is really too quiet.

Erwin doesn't like this atmosphere.

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

Stability? 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 he entered 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.

Grindelwald, the great Emperor, he is finally going to see him.

This old lover of Dumbledore, the man to whom the French Black Rose has been loyal all his 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: "Sir, 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 can't even see me, then he doesn't deserve your praise! There is 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, he will have a lot of trouble in that case!"

Grindelwald put down the wine glass in his hand.

He looked at Wenda with curiosity: "Wenda, you seem to care about that child very much! You actuallyWhy would you worry about someone you only met once? That's 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. If Erwin could really become the new master of the Saint, she could go out and stretch her muscles. At least maybe, maybe, she could even curse Dumbledore a few times? It's fun to think 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 rash! 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 but roll his eyes.

How could she compete with someone who played the game of being in jail and never missed a single issue of the Daily Prophet? She didn't have the time to read the newspaper every day, and 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 cast a killing curse to take two lives.

She was Really busy.

Wenda also had to deal with those who wanted to raise their claws against the saints.

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

Just then, an owl flew to the iron window.

It knocked gently on the iron railing.

Wenda looked up, then stretched out her 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: "My lord, I have to deal with things! I found those traces of 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!"