After Hermione and the others left Belgium, they first went to the Netherlands. Since the Dutch Ministry of Magic has always had a French-led attitude, they did not spend too much effort there and easily gained the support and participation of the other party.
After that, it was naturally time to move on to the first major difficulty that needed to be overcome today—Berlin, Germany.
Ms. De Guin, who had just left the Dutch Ministry of Magic and finally decided to go with them, seemed to be getting nervous.
After she got on the carriage, she lowered her eyes, folded her hands on her thighs, and all the muscles in her body were slightly tense. Seeing this, Hermione couldn't help but take the initiative to sit down next to her, and gently held the back of her hand.
It could be clearly felt that her hands were trembling slightly.
"Ms. DeQuin, don't worry, we'll be with you."
Ordinarily, she had just met the other person today, and the two of them had not spoken a few words in total. This was somewhat overstepping the mark. But she was really filled with empathy and sympathy for DeQuin's tragic experience.
Both are women, and they also experience the distance and elusiveness of love. Even though there is a big age difference between the two, Hermione still feels the same way.
"Thank you, Miss Granger, I'm fine."
DeQuin nodded gratefully at her.
Probably because the distraction weakened the tension lingering in her heart, her tense body gradually relaxed, and she finally slowly leaned on the cushion behind her.
Opposite, Mrs. Maxim looked at the two leaning against each other. While a smile appeared on her face, there was also a slight bitterness in her heart.
It was painful to worry about gains and losses, but she didn't even have anyone to worry about. When it comes to sadness, she may be the one who should be sad the most.
But at this moment, a certain figure who had invited her to dance at the dance during the Triwizard Tournament suddenly flashed across her mind.
"It seems... Mr. Hagrid?"
She was stunned for a moment, then quickly shook her head.
"Why did I even think about him?"
Although both of them are relatively rare giant hybrids, she and Hagrid are nothing like... no, they can even be said to be completely opposite types.
Maxim couldn't stand Hagrid's sloppiness...
Just as she was thinking about it, suddenly, with a slight jolt, the carriage finally landed.
"We're here, get off the car!"
Madame Maxime put her thoughts aside and stood up from her exclusive seat.
"So, is it okay?"
The person she asked was naturally Ms. DeQuin opposite, but soon she saw DeQuin nodded seriously and replied softly:
"I'm fine...yeah, let's go!"
After nodding slightly at Hermione next to him, DeQuin seemed to have finally made up his mind, and his eyes immediately became firm.
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The German Ministry of Magic is a square and stocky building.
Unlike the Ministry of Magic in many countries, the Ministry of Magic in Germany is not hidden in a Muggle city, but is an independent building hidden in the mountains and forests outside Berlin.
The magic part consists of four towers on the ground and an underground part of almost the same volume. The upper and lower halves combined form a standard square.
The office of the German Minister of Magic is located in the center of the underground floor of this square building.
"Hoffman, have you sent back the last investigation report from last night? Let's go take a look at the Intelligence Room... Also, when passing by the International Wizarding Cooperation Department, ask Miss Fogel from the Liaison Room to come over."
"Okay, Mr. Minister Brandt."
Seeing the other party leave in response, Erich took off his glasses, rubbed his forehead vigorously, and took a deep breath. Then, he placed the glasses in his hand on a large pile of documents in front of him, reached out and pulled out a palm-sized potion bottle from under the messy pile of paper.
After uncorking the bottle and giving himself a small sip of the medicine, the medicine took effect quickly, finally reawakening his already stagnant brain.
He put the cork on the bottle, put the potion bottle aside, and then sighed softly.
After relieving himself of the fatigue accumulated from working for several consecutive days and nights, he looked at the piles of documents on the desktop and shook his head, and then had to put on his glasses to continue reading.
"Master, do you need to take a nap later?"
Suddenly, an older voice suddenly sounded from the corner of the office, but Erich was not the least bit surprised by this.
"No, I don't have time to rest." He replied without looking up.
Erich's words gradually settled down, and the other party did not persuade him any more, but fell into the seemingly endless silence again. For a moment, the only sound left in the room was the rustling of paper.
Not long after, footsteps sounded outside the door, followed by three knocks on the door.
"Mr. Minister, it's me, Ava Fogle."
"Please come in."
Just as he finished speaking, the door opened with a click, and a graceful figure walked in from the outside.
"Mr. Minister, are you looking for me?"
"Well," Erich said casually without stopping to look through the documents, "In recent days, have the countries surrounding the UK made any visible moves? You know, like France, like Spain... Well, there’s also the Netherlands and Belgium.”
He mentioned Belgium, but also the Netherlands, but not Norway.
Putting aside the issue of Belgium, at least it makes sense for him not to mention Norway at all - after the Norwegian Royal Palace was destroyed by two high-level zombies, there was still some movement with the support of the dark wizard organization in Northern Europe. Norway remained silent. In fact, many forces know very well that Norway is afraid.
And for a force that dares not do anything, naturally no one is willing to distract their attention anymore.
When Erich asked, Miss Fogel, who was in charge of diplomatic liaison, immediately said:
"There is no sound from Spain for the time being. They obviously still want to wait and see - whether they are timid or gathering strength to prepare, we don't need to pay too much attention to it at the moment. As for the Netherlands and Belgium... Mr. Minister, I think they should We will still choose to follow France’s actions and cooperate. So we have to watch. For now, we can only watch France.”
Eric nodded slightly and then said:
"So, what about France?"
"Well," Miss Fogel pursed her lips after hearing this, and thought for a moment before saying, "Mr. MacLean went to Fort Blois before, which may roughly indicate France's position. After all, everyone knows that in In France, the Blois family almost has the final say... However, the destruction of Blois Castle made them—"
Before she could finish speaking, there was a knock on the door again, and it seemed a little urgent.
"Minister! Madame Maxime, the principal of Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in France, is visiting!"
At this moment, Erich finally raised his head suddenly.