Chapter 1789

"Stop! Don't come here -"

It was Erich who stood in front of Ms. de Quinn, but suddenly, the latter took a step ahead and walked around in front of Erich.

Seeing that the old man in the gray robe had raised his wand and pointed at it, de Quinn was not half afraid. Even if Erich behind her wanted to pull her back, she insisted on taking a step and didn't move again.

"Get out of the way."

The old man did not remove his wand. He just paused a little, then pointed to Ms. de Quinn and warned coldly:

"Do you think I really believe the young master who said he didn't know you well? Hum, I know who you are. You are the little girl who shamelessly seduced my young master - if you don't get away, I'll take you as admitting your identity!"

At this point, a sneer finally appeared on his expressionless face.

"And if so... You and my young master can be included in my Brandt family! Then I think..."

As the old man spoke, his eyes suddenly swept over Mrs. maxim, the old housekeeper and Hermione one by one, looking at them and saying:

"Busbarton School of witchcraft and Wizardry, the broois family, and Hogwarts... No matter how wide you manage, you can't manage my Brandt family affairs, can you?"

Obviously, this guy was also aware of the purpose of Mrs. Maxim's visit. Even if you don't know all of them, you can at least guess that they are going to win over some forces to jointly deal with Haier Bo's aggression.

At this time, if there is any dispute, it is bound to have an impact on their plan.

So the old man knows that they have scruples as long as they don't make any extreme behavior to touch their bottom line.

The old man suddenly turned his head, gently waved his wand, threw Ms. de Quinn aside, and then wanted to cast a spell on his young master... That is, Erich.

It may be some kind of imprisonment, or some kind of punishment that will bring pain to people - he is sent by the old master to protect and keep a close eye on Erich. In special circumstances, even if the other party is a young master, he has the right to do it.

Erich didn't move because he knew that at least de Quinn would be fine today. As for himself... Has the family punished him less over the years?

Not this time.

However, neither he nor the old man expected that someone would dare to stop him in this case!

"Bang!"

A silent disarming spell flashed before everyone's eyes, forcing the old man to subconsciously take back his wand and wave an iron armor spell with his backhand to block him away.

For a moment, the sparks generated by the impact of the spell exploded.

"Miss Granger, please --"

It was Erich who spoke, but as soon as he spoke, he was blocked by Hermione's hand.

"Before getting to the point, I have to correct the old gentleman's remark just now - maybe you think I represent Hogwarts, but I have to say that I can't represent Hogwarts at all! From beginning to end, I can only represent Maka in the very personal name of 'friend'."

As she was saying this, she couldn't help but give a slight meal, and then said flatly:

"And since I represent Marca today, I think I must do things according to his style. Otherwise... Well, I don't want to humiliate him in front of others."

"McLean's style?"

To be honest, Hermione's sudden change made Erich feel a little confused. Although he had a lot of information about Maka in his head, it seemed that he could not summarize a so-called "behavior style" for reference.

On the other hand, the grey robed old man didn't know so much about the "Maka" in Hermione's mouth. So when she saw Hermione's sudden strength, she understood her meaning very directly.

"Marca? Marca McLean?" said the old man. "Yes, I heard of a young man who can fight the ancient black wizard... Obviously, if he appears in front of me in person, I can't say it. I can only step down silently. But if it's you, miss -"

"How about 'my words'?" Hermione held the wand in her hand and stared at him directly. "Yes, my strength is nothing compared with Maka. But didn't you listen to me just now? I'm... But I won't embarrass him today!"

As soon as this was said, everyone had not reacted, but the old man in gray robe seemed to soften his feet and knelt down with both hands on the spot. Look at that. People who don't know think he's giving everyone a big gift!

"You... You!"

Heavy, incomparably heavy, this is not the weight he can bear at his age. The old man just held on and didn't lie on the ground. He tried several times, but he couldn't stand up.

"This is... Ancient magic? Why..."

After all, it's a big family with a long tradition. I still have this insight. But he didn't understand why Hermione's magic was so unprepared - if the other party had really learned the ancient magic to the point of being like hands and fingers, he would really have nothing to say.

But he didn't notice that as early as the moment he stretched out his wand towards Erich, an insignificant piece of paper had been left at his feet.

At such a close distance, Hermione doesn't even need to control it. Just throw it.

"Old Sir," said Hermione politely, "put down your wand, and then I can let you go home and report to your master. It's simple, isn't it?"

"... OK, I see."

The old man fell on the ground, strained his face, finally took soft clothes and loosened his wand. Hermione watched the wand roll to one side, which removed the gravity rule and watched the other party stand up hard again.

Then the old man gave Erich and de Quinn another meaningful look, then turned and walked to the door of the meeting room.

"Remember to tell your master that we'll wait in the main hall of the Ministry of magic! I'm Hermione Granger in charge of Ms. de Quinn!"

As soon as Hermione's words were settled, the moment he opened the door, he saw that he threw something here again, and then rushed out of the door.

"OK, just wait!"

While this sentence sounded outside the door, a red light suddenly flashed in the hall, and suddenly several dark shadows suddenly flew in the direction of Hermione.

The old guy just gave in just now. He did this before he left.