I swung a sword at Hogwarts

"Youth represents hope. Family?" John smiled and said with some pride, "They will keep their mouths shut."

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

Without the family standing in the way, only Yale Fan and Gold were left.

Yale Fan and Dumbledore were bound to be targeted when they played together.

The remaining Gold is a man with great ambitions but little talent. He is a novice and a playful person.

When the previous Minister Schmidt was in office, he was a mascot, a pawn used to stabilize some German families.

After Schmidt disappeared, he began to think about taking a step forward.

Apparently the forces behind him think the same way.

With John's intervention, the idea was doomed to fail.

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

He will not help others for no reason, as long as it can be of use to him.

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

As for why he is so obedient?

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

As soon as he heard that his competitor had withdrawn, Gresham would come to confirm and win him over.

After all, everyone who understands what Edgar represents will understand.

As John finished his first cup of tea, a knock was heard at Edgar's castle.

"This castle is so big, have you ever thought about hiring more butlers?" John asked with a raised eyebrow as he watched the butler walk out.

This place is so big, but there are only two people living here.

If Heinrich came back, there would be at most four people.

Ludwig said calmly, "That's too noisy."

As expected of father and son, Ludwig and Heinrich are exactly like two peas in a pod.

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

"Ludwig, my friend."

The Gresham people arrived before they did.

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

He said to the housekeeper dissatisfiedly: "You didn't tell me that there were guests."

The housekeeper apologized insincerely.

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 walked out, saying to John, "You can talk now."

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

He was left alone, wary of the situation.

John was looking at the Head of the Auror Office.

He is different from old Batty.

This is a person who cannot be said to be old.

He looks to be in his thirties. At his age and in his position, it is no exaggeration to say that he has a promising future.

He was wearing a gray suit, with an angular rectangular face, a pointed chin, a wide forehead, and gray-blue eyes.

He had a short stubble that made him look more mature.

Be wary and cautious.

John glanced at the other person and roughly 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, very aggressively.

This is a wolf-like man.

John smiled and rubbed the ring on his fingers.

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

Seeing the other person's unrelaxed expression, John let himself lean forward a little, propped up the side of his face with his fingers, and chuckled, "Let's try a simpler way of talking."

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

As soon as these words came out, Gresham's face changed drastically.

He asked sharply, "Who are you?"

"Me?" John thought for a moment and said, "Just introduce me by the identity you are most familiar with."

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, but the black and white of the newspapers could not fully show the man's handsomeness.

Looking at it now, that overly young face 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 deal with him."

This confused Gresham.

John got 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 you are being too arrogant?"

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

The stakes he offered were so high that Gresham hesitated.

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Chapter 650 Interference, Participation

After struggling internally for a while, Gresham asked, "What do I have to give?"

"Everything about you," John said bluntly, "You have to cooperate with me as the Minister of Magic."

"Haha," Gresham laughed, and his laugh was cold, "Do you think I will become a puppet? It seems that you don't know me well."

Yes, as an iron-blooded Auror who has captured many dark wizards, would he be willing to become a puppet?

John laughed too, laughing at Gresham's ignorance.

"I am not a slave to you, but a partner."

He sat opposite Gresham, the shadow of the rainy day completely covering him, as if he were blending into the darkness.

"I will only come to you when I need you, and you are the Minister of Magic, that won't change."

"Since I chose you, you should have understood that I don't need a puppet."

Yes, if you want a puppet, Gold is a better choice than Gresham.

Wouldn't it be easier to control a guy who is ambitious but incompetent?

Gresham is no fool, he understands this.

So he didn't understand John's intention even more.

"It's simple," John could see his doubts and said calmly, "I prefer to work with smart people rather than a stubborn person who doesn't know how to adapt."

Thinking of Yale Fan, Gresham understood.

The First King and the Second King, this is no secret.

Yale Fan is a loyal follower of Dumbledore, and his position will definitely not make John happy.

It seemed that the glimmer of motivation to find John gave Gresham confidence.

"You want me to cooperate with you, so you want me to defeat Yale Fan?" Gresham's eyes flashed with a gleam, "Aren't you afraid that I will break your terms after I become the Minister of Magic?"

"You won't," John said simply, "because it's easier for me to destroy you."

All of a sudden.

A chill spread from the soles of Gresham's feet all the way to the top of his head.

Before his eyes, in the blurry shadows, countless darkness turned into tentacles that dragged people into the abyss.

He was strangled so tightly that he couldn't move, and his mouth and nose were blocked so he couldn't make any sound or even breathe.

Watching all this in horror, his struggle was as weak as an ant trying to shake a tree.

And in the darkness, the pair of vertical pupils looked at him quietly.

Watch him fall into the abyss.

Cold and emotionless.

Just as he was about to be completely swallowed, John said slowly: "You can choose."

Everything is gone.

There is no abyss, and no tentacles to drag people down.

Only the person sitting opposite and disappearing into the darkness was still there.

Gresham gasped for breath, he didn't know what had just happened.

His worst fear nearly killed him.

He only knew that the person in front of him was someone he could never afford to offend.

Just as he said.

It would be easier to destroy the Minister of Magic than to become him.

That was the oppressive feeling from the Second King, and even more so the terror from the Second Dynasty.

"You did this, it seems that you also supported Minister Crouch," Gresham said self-deprecatingly, "I used to admire him quite a lot."

"Then you are not wrong to worship him," John glanced at Gresham, "He is different from you. He is my friend."

friend?

Gresham looked up at John and couldn't help asking, "What about me?"

"You?" John laughed, "You need to be strong enough to stand in front of me."

"That day will come," Gresham said.

John raised his eyebrows.

Gresham said solemnly: "After I become the Minister of Magic."

"I look forward to that day."

John stood up and raised his hand to sweep across the air.

The golden passage opened, and in front of Gresham's surprised gaze, John stepped into it and disappeared.

The door opened, and Ludwig walked in calmly and said, "You can go now."

Gresham was not happy with this. He sat on the sofa and said angrily, "You told me to come here, and then somehow I became the one supported by Mr. Wick. Don't you want to explain it to me?"

"You already call him Lord Wick, do you need me to explain?" Ludwig said indifferently.

Gresham was speechless, and he said it subconsciously.

After all, no one who has experienced being almost dragged into the abyss just now will remain calm.