Chapter 270

When he won, he was unwilling, but when he returned, he was in high spirits.

I don't know. I thought he won the duel with Sauron.

"Boss, I will follow you all my life. Really, in the future, you let me go east, and I will never go west."

As the elite of the "Department of mystery affairs", even Dumbledore felt that he was a respectable elder when he won little admiration.

But I've seen green with my own eyes After the battle between clay and Soren, he became a true fan.

Sauron, Lord.

These two words represent invincibility!

And what about Mr. clay?

It's also Zhang Wang fried!

The beard trembled. He didn't know how to describe his mood.

It was like hiding in the long night and finally seeing the dawn. The excitement was unspeakable.

"That's not Sauron's real strength. The power of the" Lord of the Deathly Hallows "is not that simple."

Praise yourself, Klein has no burden at all.

Just blow.

If Sauron is raised infinitely, his identity will also be raised infinitely. The two complement each other.

"Ah?"

Hearing this, I was dumbfounded.

It's already dark and dark. Isn't it the real strength?

"Demon king" is too scary!

Even Merlin, the legendary caster who has been talked about by the English wizard, doesn't have that level of mana in those strange stories handed down by word of mouth!

"I have a little friendship with him. It's OK to be friends. The reason why I didn't do my best is because of the bearing capacity of this space

Forget it, you don't understand too much. "

You can't always say, "in fact, everything you see is an illusion. I just sat there and drank coffee for half an hour." Klein waved his hand and looked like "you're too low to reach that realm".

"Well."

Won blinked and dared not ask any more.

If "green clay" had put on such an impatient expression in the past, he would only feel that the other party was pretending to force.

But now

That's called the temperament of an expert!

"Boss, boss, is it convenient to reveal something about that... That" hermit society "

There are 10000 questions in my heart that can't be answered. It feels like a cat's paw scratching. It's hard to win.

Of course, what he was most curious about was Soren's past and the mysterious "hermit society" - the great wizard Dumbledore didn't even touch the threshold of that organization. What kind of organization was it?

"If you can't ask, don't ask. It's not good for you to know too much."

It was always light in front, but Klein suddenly changed his face and even his breath was cold when he mentioned the "hermit club".

The excitement of winning disappeared instantly, and the cold sweat soaked the shirt on the back.

The water in here

It seems very deep.

You can drown yourself if you're not careful. You can't even get a bubble.

"Don't ask."

Bode is a wise man who knows what to know and what not to know.

Not to mention anything else, even in their "Department of mystery affairs", there are many things that are permanently banned.

When ordinary people know the secrets they shouldn't know, they usually end up miserable.

He doesn't want to become a monster with tentacles or twisted and wriggling meat.

Of course, compared with the above two consequences, it is most likely to be directly killed by boss clay

"Hum."

With a stare, Klein deliberately put on a smelly face.

"You should have heard that Soren and I agreed that he would not come back to the Ministry of magic within three years as long as I was still a special adviser to the Ministry of magic.

This is his biggest concession. I hope you can cheer up and don't get me into trouble. "

Of course, it's just Klein's deliberately letting them see the illusion.

As long as Sauron, the "big killer", doesn't take action, the three-year peace time must ease the relationship between the Ministry of magic and "death bloom".

"Three years."

Win silently tasted the hard won "fruit of victory", with both joy and reluctance on his face.

Three years is still too little.

But Mr clay has done his best, and they have to work hard.

Thinking of this, he blinked, and the ghost's idea flashed by.

There's nothing to be disappointed. Three years later, three years later, three years later

As long as Mr. clay is a special adviser to the Ministry of magic, won't he always be able to hold Sauron down?

Sure enough, Mr. Dumbledore is the cornerstone of the Ministry of magic.

Mr. clay is the hope of the Ministry of magic!

......

"As you can see, my old friend came to the door angrily. I had to sell him a face."

There was no change in the cafe, not even the tables and chairs moved. Soren sat casually in the card seat and spoke softly.

"Yes, Lord!"

Lord Sauron's words are heaven, and Lord Sauron's words are orders. After seeing the battle just now, avery couldn't think of anything else except loyalty.

"Oh, Dumbledore asked green clay for help"

"Sauron" smiled, his eyes seemed to pass through the years, and his black eyes became deeper and deeper..

"Lord, then we..."

Avery glanced at his master's expression and opened his mouth carefully.

"What or what? This time clay and I kept a friendship with each other and didn't really do it. Now with his support from the Ministry of magic, we won't move within three years."

Sauron raised his eyebrows.

"Restrain the people under your control and don't let them misbehave."

"Yes!"

Avery was very upset when he thought that the Ministry of Magic now had the support of the top powers, but he also saw the battle just now. It was not the level that mortals could intervene at all.

Although unwilling, he could only obey the Lord's orders and temporarily slow down the penetration and control of the Ministry of magic.

Alas, it's a pity that his "ten-year plan to control the Ministry of magic"

It was aborted before it could be implemented.

"Although we won't go to the Ministry of magic for trouble, the Ministry of magic won't come to our trouble. Remember, don't touch the mind of the Ministry of magic in England... The key is to think about it yourself. I'll go back."

Glancing at avery with tangled expression, "Soren" got up, stepped into the flame out of thin air, and disappeared in an instant.

"To the Lord!"

Avery bowed deeply to the flame - although it was hard for him to bend down, he still folded himself like an inflatable ball.

"Hoo ~"

When Soren left, avery relaxed, squeezed into another card seat, and under the puzzled gaze of his subordinates, thought about the words of the Lord just now - he has always been a good thinker, so that he can stand out among the dog legs and become one of the top dog legs.

"Your Excellency, the key is..."

Avery murmured, his short fat fingers beating rhythmically on the table.

"Don't move the British Ministry of magic to speed up the development of overseas forces?"