Chapter 1784

After they left Belgium, Hermione went to Holland first. Because the Dutch Ministry of magic has always been led by France, they did not spend too much effort there, and easily won each other's support and participation.

After that, it is natural to move towards Berlin, Germany, the first major difficulty that needs to be overcome today.

Just after leaving the Dutch Ministry of magic, Ms. de Quinn, who finally decided to go with them, seemed to be nervous.

After getting into the carriage, she saw her eyes drooping, her hands folded on her thighs, and her muscles were slightly tight. Seeing this, Hermione took the initiative to sit down next to her and gently pressed the back of her hand.

It was clearly felt that her hands were trembling slightly.

"Don't worry, Ms. de Quinn. We'll be with you."

Normally, she just got to know each other today. They didn't say a few words in total. It's a little overstepping. But for de Quinn's tragic experience, her heart is really full of empathy and sympathy.

As a female, she also experienced the ambiguity and elusiveness of love. Even if their ages were much different, Hermione still felt a lot.

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

De Quinn nodded gratefully at her.

Perhaps the distraction weakened the tension wandering in her heart. Her tight body gradually relaxed and finally slowly leaned against the cushion behind her.

Opposite, Mrs. Maxim looked at the two people leaning together. A smile appeared on her face, but a trace of bitterness appeared in her heart.

Worrying about gain and loss is painful, but she doesn't even have an object that can annoy her. To say sad, she may be the one who should be sad most.

But just then, a figure who invited her to dance at the dance party during the top three competition suddenly flashed in her mind.

"It seems... Mr. Hagrid?"

She was a little stunned and quickly shook her head.

"How could I think of him?"

Although they are both rare giant hybrids, she and Hagrid are not at all... No, they can even be said to be the opposite type.

Maxim really can't stand Hagrid's sloppiness

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

"Here you are, get off!"

Mrs. Maxim put her thoughts behind her and rose from her exclusive seat.

"So, no problem?"

Naturally, she asked the opposite Ms. de Quinn, but soon she saw de Quinn seriously nod his head and answer softly:

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

After nodding to Hermione next to him, de Quinn seemed to have finally made up his mind, and his eyes became firm.

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German Ministry of magic, a solid building in four directions.

Different from the Ministry of magic in many countries, the Ministry of magic in Germany is not hidden in Muggle cities, but an independent building hidden in the mountains and forests outside Berlin.

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

The minister's office of the German Ministry of magic is in the middle of the first floor of the square building.

"Hoffman, did you send back the last investigation report last night? Go to the intelligence room again... In addition, when passing by the international wizard Cooperation Department, ask Miss Fogel from the liaison room to come over."

"Yes, Mr. Brandt."

Watching the other party leave, Erich took off his glasses, rubbed his forehead and took a deep breath. Then, he put his glasses on a large stack of documents in front of him, reached out and turned out a palm sized magic medicine bottle from under the messy pile of paper.

After pulling out the cork and filling himself with a small mouthful of liquid medicine, with the rapid effect of the medicine, he finally woke up his already astringent brain again.

He plugged the bottle and put the magic medicine bottle aside. Then he sighed gently.

After relieving the fatigue accumulated by working for several days and nights, he looked at the pile of documents on the desktop and shook his head. Then he had to put on his glasses and continue to look through them.

"Young master, do you need to take a nap?"

Suddenly, a slightly old voice sounded in corner of the office, but Erich was not half surprised.

"No, I don't have time to rest," he replied without looking up.

Erich's voice gradually settled. The other party didn't persuade him anymore, but fell into an endless silence again. For a time, there was only the rustling sound of turning paper in the room.

Before long, footsteps sounded outside the door, followed by three knocks.

"Mr. Minister, it's me, EVA Vogel."

"Please come in."

Just after that, the door was opened with a "click", and a slim figure came in from the outside.

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

"Well," Ehrlich said casually without stopping to look through the documents, "have there been any actions on the surface in those countries around Britain in recent days? You know, such as France, such as Spain... Well, the Netherlands and Belgium."

He mentioned Belgium and the Netherlands, but not Norway.

Not to mention the problem of Belgium, at least he didn't mention Norway at all. After the Norwegian palace was destroyed by two high-level corpses, Norway, which was still doing something with the support of the black wizard organization in northern Europe, didn't say a word. In fact, many forces know very well that Norway is afraid.

For a force that dare not do anything, naturally no one is willing to distract their attention.

When Erich asked, Miss Vogel, who was in charge of diplomatic liaison, immediately said:

"Spain has no voice for the time being. Obviously, they still want to wait and see again - whether they are timid or preparing to accumulate strength, we don't care too much at present. As for the Netherlands and Belgium... Mr. Minister, I think they should still choose to cooperate with the actions of France. So we should just look at France for the moment."

Erich nodded slightly and then said:

"So what about France?"

"Well," said Miss Vogel, taking a sip of her mouth and thinking for a moment, "Mr. McLean went to brova Fort before, which may roughly indicate the position of France. After all, everyone knows that in France, the brova family almost said it... It's just that the destruction of brova fort made them --"

Before she finished, there was another knock at the door, and it seemed a little urgent.

"Minister! Mrs. maxim, President of busbarton School of witchcraft and wizardry in France, is visiting!"

At this moment, Erich finally raised his head.