"I also said what you want to know. Now, can I go... While there are not many 'those guys' outside?"

Kakarov didn't feel very good about being suddenly bumped into by a man he didn't know - even just now, he was saved by Sirius.

However, now that he is wandering in Germany, he obviously doesn't want too many people to know.

"Oh, wait a minute, Mr. kakarov!" but Sirius didn't want to let him leave so soon. "Since you have mentioned the internal strife in the Brandt family, why don't you say more? You know, many people outside are very interested in the changes here!"

"What do you want to know?"

Kakarov frowned and looked at him as if he were a Muggle passenger waiting for a late flight in the airport waiting hall.

However, after asking this question, he seemed to understand something. He looked at Sirius with a leisurely face still leaning against the wall with some hesitation:

"Wait... Who the hell are you? You're wandering around the front line at this time and you're so concerned about the Brandt family. Are you... Halbo's -"

"Hey!"

Hearing kakarov's conjecture about his identity, Sirius didn't want to pay attention to it. After all, as long as his identity is not exposed at will, it is difficult for kakarov to assume his position no matter what he asks, and there will be no too targeted bias in his answer.

But this guy tried to drag himself to Haier Bo as soon as he came up, which was a little unbearable.

"All right!" after staring at him angrily, Sirius waved his hand, "it's nothing to tell you. I'm from the order of the Phoenix - you should know it?"

"Dumbley... No, McLean?"

Kakarov's face suddenly changed when he heard the speech, as if his mood was a little subtle.

"Well... Yes." Sirius had a little meal and seemed to be distracted for a moment, but it was Sirius, who soon continued, "In short, the second battlefield of Germany can not be ignored. At this stage when the disaster continues to expand, if you want to solve the problem as soon as possible, you must start from the Brandt family... Kakarov, I don't want to care about your escape from demstrom. I just want to know what the Brandt family will do next What kind of decision, and... When will their rusty bastards leave? "

Speaking of the end, Sirius's tone has become very bad, because after witnessing the changes in the current situation in Germany, which is even worse than that in Britain some time ago, he has long been extremely disappointed with the Brandt family, the so-called "big family" on the surface.

"This..." kakarov shrugged. "As I said just now, the radicals and conservatives in Brandt's family are still deadlocked, so... You know, in the end, they will decide what to do when they win! The best I can tell you is that my 'old friend' Edward may lose his position as the head of the family."

"I remember Edward Brandt was as radical as the previous owner... So when the Conservatives win, the Brandts will withdraw from Germany?" Sirius thought thoughtfully.

"Yes, so I left as soon as possible and didn't stay with Edward." kakarov rubbed the handle of his cane with some itchy and messy stubble, which doesn't matter. "Anyway, the Brandts will certainly suffer heavy losses this time... It's pity that there are several large dragon farms in China!"

Although he kept saying that Edward Brandt was his "old friend", when he mentioned that the other party was likely to lose in the dispute over the house owner, kakarov was completely indifferent. It must be said that making friends with this guy was really unlucky for eight lives.

Sirius looked at him with an obvious look of contempt on his face. He glanced at kakarov and said:

"Is that true? OK, you can go! Go wherever you want! The farther away from the battlefield, the better."

"That's what I'm going to do."

Kakarov naturally saw Sirius's undisguised contempt for himself - of course he would be uncomfortable. But for him, the walking corpses outside were obviously much more important than this irrelevant contempt.

"Oh! Wait a minute!" when Sirius saw that kakarov was about to flash out, he suddenly remembered something and hurriedly shouted to each other, "did you mention something like 'someone else took advantage of the infighting in the Brandt family' when you first talked about the infighting in the Brandt family?"

"Huh?"

Kakarov's figure paused slightly as he reached the door.

"Yes? No, no... you must have heard wrong."

Before the words fell, kakarov did not stop, but quickly left the iron fence door. Sirius quickly took two steps and looked out from the door, but he could not see the figure of the guy.

"Tut."

Although if you use some means, you may not be able to expose the other party's body again, but in fact, there is no need at present. Sirius shook his head and shrank into the door again. When he came out of the old apartment building again, he had changed back to the agile black dog.

"Someone intervened in Brandt's family affairs, and kakarov didn't want to say more... Is it Mr. brova who never showed up this time?"

Sirius, while nimbly avoiding the possibility of finding his corpse, trotted along and continued his previous journey, while his head was still thinking about the information from kakarov's mouth.

Of course, he would not believe kakarov's last words, but no matter who the other party mentioned, the result was always that "someone or a force" intended to promote the withdrawal of the Brandt family.

Obviously, this is exactly the form change Sirius wants.

In this second battlefield, which has become worse and worse, the Brandt family, which was originally the number one local resistance, has gradually become a big obstacle - the sooner you get out, the better?

Of course, more importantly, Sirius's most urgent goal is to meet with Mileva McGonagall and other Hogwarts teachers and students.

"The 'pure blood family' is really rare... Now it seems that except for the French broois, they are really either crazy or stupid."

In the shadow, the black dog glanced at himself.