Chapter 1784: Meet

"Boss Barton?"
What should I say? An unexpected but reasonable visitor-Erich nodded towards the clerk who came in to report, then waved backhand:
"I see, you go first! Say I'll be there in a while ... Receiving well, don't take it easy."
He watched as the other man walked away from the door and then left, and then he turned his head subconsciously, and stared at each other with Fogle waiting.
"Coincidentally?" Miss Ferguer could not help seeing Erich looking at herself. "We have just talked about the situation in France, and Mrs. Maxim is here."
But Erich shook his head immediately.
"Coincidentally? It's just a matter of time," he said, frowning. "Although McLean can confront Haierbo directly, it is clear that there is still a gap between him and Haierbo. Now, he has been repeatedly pushed by Haierbo, and he is obviously tired ... and in this case, it is almost inevitable to seek help. "
"Then ..." Ferger asked, "Can we help if that's the case?"
"do not know."
Erich was silent for a long while, and finally shook his head slightly, giving such an answer. Then he took a document file from the top of the data pile on the right-hand side, and looked at a magic photo of Maca above:
"Theoretically, this favor should help-the 'despicable Haierbo' is the enemy, and the 'enemy who cannot become a friend'. If he is not eliminated, the weird mist will sooner or later Europe ... and the whole world are shrouded ... That kind of future is beyond our imagination now. "
As he was talking, he suddenly sighed again.
"But the question is, do we have the strength to defeat Haierbo's 'monster'?"
If enough forces are organized, maybe Haierbo will be eradicated from the world. Perhaps as long as you are willing to think, there are actually not a few people who can think so. However, as the heir to the Brandt family, and as a gifted wizard from childhood, Erich was not so optimistic.
Haierbo was a well-known ancient black wizard in ancient times. In ancient Greece, he was already known as a surname. In today's era, the understanding of Erich's books is like a terrible event like a tiger entering a flock.
Yes, instead of asking why he was also a wizard but so
weak
, Erich was more surprised at how exactly that Maca McLean grew up to be able to compete with Haierbo.
Compared with the other person, the "genius" of this other population is simply a kind of irony.
Therefore, he just said, "Do we have the strength to win?" Maybe he was more like asking himself.
Thinking of this, Erich couldn't help looking back and glanced into the corner. However, the old wizard who had been standing in the shadow of the corner did not react at all.
Seeing this, Erich had to take back his gaze and stand on the table.
"Let's go! See Mrs. Maxim coming from afar and then ... anyway, decline it politely!"
"Me, am I going?" Ferguer asked immediately.
Erich walked around the table to the door and said casually:
"Of course! You are a diplomatic liaison officer, and it makes sense for me to meet with Mrs. Maxim-remember to watch the situation for a while and help me get rid of the trouble."
"Oh! Okay, minister."
The words did not fall, and the two walked out of the door. The figure in the corner of the office suddenly disappeared.
...
The German Ministry of Magic has relatively little information in books. At least Hermione has read so many books and has rarely seen too detailed descriptions.
And this time, it was the first time she came back to this place.
After getting out of the carriage in front of the square building, she followed Mrs. Maxim and the old housekeeper, led by several staff of the Ministry of Magic, and came down to this sitting room.
Honestly, this building actually feels a cold feeling from inside to outside.
The gray and tough walls, the magical lights are too bright, the corridor, and the historically but slightly monotonous ceiling painted murals. Everything in this building was inexplicably depressive, which made her seem a little uncomfortable when she was fresh.
Fortunately, this kind of unhappiness is still within a tolerable range, so as not to make her eager to leave this place.
"Don't you feel right?" The old housekeeper motioned to Hermione. "Maybe you've noticed that there are no windows in this building-there are none."
If the old housekeeper didn't say it, Hermione hadn't noticed it for a while. She was trying to ask the old housekeeper if she knew why, but when she saw the other person, she said:
"In fact, the German Ministry of Magic was originally a fortress-its walls have been heavily protected by spells, and have endured the test of wizarding wars. Later, the war came to peace, but as a result, German wizards found that even they I ca n’t do anything about it ... here. "
Suddenly, with the sound of two knocks at the door, the old housekeeper stopped talking and didn't say any more. At the same time, Ms. DeQueen, who was sitting next to Mrs. Maxim, also froze, and the whole figure was framed there.
Obviously, no matter how determined beforehand to settle the mentality, the end of the tension should still be nervous.
"Crack."
The doorknob of the hall was twisted ~ EbookFREE.me ~, and then Hermione saw that a handsome uncle who was still middle-aged and still handsome came in from the outside with a steady step.
"Is that the man who has kept Ms. DeQueen so long for so many years?" Hermione watched the other person carefully, secretly under her heart. "Indeed, if you only look at the appearance, this is indeed a memorable one. Man. Even if he is no longer young, he is still attractive, and even more mature because of his age. "
But at the next moment, this exceptionally middle-aged man, while glancing over Mrs. Maxim's side, stopped in an instant when he stopped.
"Oh! See her!"
Hermione smiled secretly—for such a big reaction, at least she knew that the other side had never forgotten De Quine. What should I say? Is this a good start?
As she was thinking about it, suddenly, a strange feeling suddenly rose from Hermione's mind, and she immediately put those thoughts to her side.
"what happened?"