Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

Hermione went to the Netherlands after leaving Belgium. Because the Dutch Ministry of Magic has always been led by France, they did not spend much effort there, and they easily won the support and participation of the other party.

After that, naturally, it is time to march to the first major hurdle that needs to be overcome today-Berlin, Germany.

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

After sitting on the carriage, she saw her eyes lowered, her hands folded on her thighs, and the muscles in her body were all tight. Seeing this, Hermione could not help but sit down beside her and gently held the back of her hand.

It was clear that her hand was shaking slightly.

"Ms. DeQueen, don't worry, we will stay with you."

It is said that she only just met each other today, and the two did not say a few words in total. But for DeQueen's miserable experience, she was really full of empathy and sympathy.

Both women are also experiencing the uneasy and elusive nature of love. Even if the two are far different in age, Hermione still feels a bit empathetic.

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

D'Queen nodded gratefully at her.

Probably the distraction of the mind weakened the tension that lingered in her heart, her tight body gradually relaxed, and finally leaned slowly on the back cushion.

On the opposite side, Mrs. Maxim watched the two leaning closer together, while a smile appeared on her face, but a little bitterness appeared under her heart.

It is painful to suffer or lose, but she doesn't even have an object that can make her distressed. When it comes to sadness, she may be the one who should be the most sad.

But at this moment, a certain figure who had invited her to dance at the prom during the top three match suddenly flashed in her mind.

"It seems like ... Mr. Hagrid?"

She hesitated for a moment, then quickly shook her head.

"How could I think of him?"

Although they are both rare giant hybrids, she and Hagrid are nothing like ... No, they can even be said to be completely opposite types.

Maxim's share of Hagrid's share is really unbearable ...

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

"Here, get off!"

Madame Maxim left her mind behind her and stood up from her exclusive seat.

"Well, okay?"

The natural question she asked was Ms. D'Queen, who was opposite, but soon she saw D'Queen nodded seriously and replied softly:

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

After slightly nodding at Hermione next to him, it seemed that D'Queen had finally made up his mind, and his eyes became firm.

...

The German Ministry of Magic, a boxy and honest building.

Unlike 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 on the outskirts of Berlin.

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

The German Ministry of Magic's Minister's Office is in the middle of the ground floor of this square building.

"Huffman, did you get the last investigative report back last night? Let's go to the intelligence room ... Also, let me pass by Miss Fogel in the contact room when passing the International Wizarding Cooperation Department."

"Okay, Mr. Brandt."

Watching the other party leave, Erich took off his glasses and rubbed his forehead vigorously, taking a deep breath. Then he saw that he put his glasses on the stack of documents in front of him, and reached out to slap out a large potion bottle from under the messy pile of paper.

After unplugging the stopper and filling himself with a small mouthful of liquid medicine, as the medicine quickly took effect, he finally reawakened his already stupid brain.

He put a stopper on it and set the potion bottle aside, and then sighed softly.

After relieving the tiredness accumulated from several consecutive days and nights of work, he shook his head at the pile of documents on the desktop, and then had to put on his glasses and continue to look up.

"Master, do you need a short rest?"

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

"No, I have no time to rest," he replied without looking up.

Erich's voice was gradually settled, and the other party did not persuade him again, but fell into a seemingly endless silence. For a while, there was only the sound of rustling flipping paper in the room.

Not long after, footsteps sounded outside the door, followed by three knocks on the door.

"Mr. Minister, it's me, Eva Ferguer."

"Come in."

As soon as he finished speaking, the door of the house was opened with a click, and a figure of shiver came in from the outside.

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

"Well," Erich didn't stop looking at the file, but just casually said, "In recent days, have there been any actions in those countries around Britain? You know, like France, Spain ... ... well, and the Netherlands and Belgium. "

He mentioned Belgium and the Netherlands, but not Norway.

Not to mention the Belgian issue, at least he makes no mention of Norway at all. After the Norwegian Royal Palace was destroyed by two high-ranking corpses, it was a bit more action with the support of the Black Wizards organization in Northern Europe. Instead, Norway was silent. In fact, many forces know very well that Norway is afraid.

And for a force that dares not do anything, naturally no one wants to distract attention again.

Seeing Erich's question, the Miss Ferguer responsible for diplomatic liaison immediately said:

"Spain doesn't have any sounds at the moment ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ They obviously still want to wait and see-say they are timid, they are preparing for the accumulation of strength, we don't care too much at the moment. As for the Netherlands and Belgium ... ... Mr. Minister, I think they will still choose to cooperate with France's movements. So we have to look at it, just look at France for now. "

Erich nodded slightly, then said:

"So what about France?"

"Well," Ms. Fogel pouted after hearing the words, and thought about it. "Mr. McLean went to Blois before, which probably shows the French position roughly. After all, everyone knows that In France, the Blois family almost said that even if ... But the destruction of Blois Fort made them-- "

Before she finished, the door knocked again, and it seemed to be a little rushed.

"Secretary! Mrs. Maxim, the principal of the Magic School of Boothbaton, France, is here!"

At this moment, Erich finally looked up suddenly.