Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

After Hermione and the others left Belgium, they went to Holland again.Since the Dutch Ministry of Magic has always been led by France, they didn't spend too much time there, and they easily gained support and participation from the other side.

After that, it was natural to head towards the first major difficulty that needs to be overcome today-Berlin, Germany.

Ms. De Quinn, who had just left the Dutch Ministry of Magic and finally decided to go with them, seemed to be nervous.

After getting in the carriage, she saw her eyes drooping, her hands folded on her thighs, and her whole body muscles were slightly tense.Seeing this, Hermione couldn't help but took the initiative to sit down beside her and gently pressed the back of her hand.

You can clearly feel her hands trembling slightly.

"Ms. De Quinn, don't worry, we will stay with you."

It is said that she had just met each other today, and the two of them hadn't said a few words in total, so it was a bit arrogant to do so.But for De Quinn's miserable experience, she was really full of empathy and sympathy.

Both women, and the same feeling of love, are elusive and unpredictable. Even though the two are quite different in age, Hermione still feels a little bit empathetic.

"Thank you, Miss Granger, I'm fine."

De Quinn nodded gratefully at her.

Probably the distraction of attention weakened the tension that lingered in her heart. Her tight body gradually relaxed, and finally she slowly leaned on the cushion behind her.

Oppositely, Mrs. Maxim watched the two leaning together, and while a smile appeared on her face, there was a slight bitterness in her heart.

Suffering from gains and losses is painful, but she doesn't even have an object to worry her.To be sad, she might be the one who should be the saddest.

But at this moment, a figure that had invited her to dance at the dance party of the top three suddenly flashed across her heart.

"It seems to be called... Mr. Hagrid?"

She was taken aback for a moment, then shook her head quickly.

"Why would I think of him?"

Although both of them are relatively rare hybrids of giants, she and Hagrid are not at all like...no, they can even be said to be completely opposite types.

For Hagrid's sloppyness, Maxim really couldn't bear it...

She was thinking, and suddenly, with a slight bump, the carriage finally landed.

"Here, get off!"

Mrs. Maxim put the thoughts in her mind behind her head and got up from her exclusive seat.

"So what, no problem, right?"

Naturally, she asked Ms. De Quinn on the opposite side, but soon, she saw De Quinn nodded seriously and replied softly:

"I'm fine... yes, let's go!"

After slightly nodding at Hermione next to him, De Quinn seemed to have finally made up his mind, and his gaze immediately became firm.

...

The German Ministry of Magic, a square and solid building.

Unlike the Ministry of Magic in many countries, the Ministry of Magic in Germany is not hidden in the Muggle city, but an independent building hidden in the forest on the outskirts of Berlin.

The magical part is the four-tower part on the ground and the underground part of almost the same volume. The upper and lower halves are combined to form a standard square.

And the ministerial office of the German Ministry of Magic is right in the center of the basement of this square building.

"Hoffman, has the last investigation report of last night been sent back? Let's see the intelligence room again... Also, when passing by the International Wizarding Cooperation Department, ask Miss Fogel in the contact room to come over.

"Okay, Mr. Brandt."

Seeing the other party leave in response, Erich took off his glasses and rubbed his forehead vigorously, and took a deep breath.Then, I saw him put his glasses on the large stack of documents in front of him, and reached out from under the messy paper pile to pull out a palm-sized potion bottle.

After unplugging the cork and filling himself with a sip of liquid medicine, as the medicine quickly took effect, he finally awakened his already somewhat stagnant brain.

He plugged the cork in his hand and put the potion bottle aside, only then sighed softly.

After relieving the tiredness accumulated by working for several days and nights, he looked at the pile of files on the desktop and shook his head, then he had to put on his glasses to continue reading.

"Master, do you need a short nap?"

Suddenly, a slightly older voice rang from the corner of the office, but Erich was not half surprised by this.

"No, I have no time to rest." He replied without looking up.

Erich's voice gradually settled, and the other party did not persuade, but fell into a seemingly endless silence again.All that was left in the room was the rustle of turning paper.

Not long after, footsteps sounded outside the door, followed by three knocks on the door.

"Mr. Minister, it's me, Ava Fogel."

"Please come in."

Just after speaking, the door of the room was opened with a "click", and a slender figure walked in from outside.

"Mr. Minister, are you looking for me?"

"Well," Erich didn't stop looking through the documents, but just casually said, "In recent days, are there any actions in the countries around the UK? You know, such as France, such as Spain... …Well, there are also Holland and Belgium."

He mentioned Belgium and also the Netherlands, but he did not mention Norway.

Leaving aside the Belgian issue, at least it makes sense for him not to mention Norway at all. After the Norwegian Royal Palace was destroyed by two high-ranking living corpses, he was still acting somewhat with the support of the Nordic Dark Wizards organization. Norway did not say anything.In fact, many forces are very clear in their hearts that Norway is afraid.

And for a force that dare not do anything, naturally no one wants to distract attention anymore.

Seeing Erich asked, the Miss Fogel, who was in charge of diplomatic liaison, immediately said:

"Spain has no voice for the time being. They obviously want to wait and see again-whether they are timid and ready to accumulate strength, we don't need to care too much for now. As for the Netherlands and Belgium... Mr. Minister, I think They should still choose to follow the actions of France to cooperate. So we have to watch it. For now, just look at France."

Erich nodded slightly, then said:

"So, what about France?"

"Well," Miss Fogel pursed her lips when she heard the words, and said after thinking about it, "Mr. McLean went to Blois before. This may be a rough indication of France's position. After all, everyone knows that In France, the Blois family almost said nothing...but the destruction of Blois Castle made them—"

Before she finished speaking, there was a knock on the door suddenly again, and it seemed vaguely a little hasty.

"Minister! Mrs. Maxim, the headmaster of the French School of Witchcraft Barton, is visiting!"

At this moment, Erich finally raised his head suddenly.