Compared to Germany, which is currently facing the invasion of the zombie army, Belgium, which is also adjacent to the disaster area in the Netherlands, is lucky, and this is almost all due to Willie who chose to lead her family to counterattack the zombies from the northern border of Belgium.
But this is not a coincidence after all.
Since Ms. De Guin, the Belgian Minister of Magic, was familiar with Madame Maxime and remembered that she had assisted Hermione when the Resistance Alliance was established not long ago, Willie knew this and decided to enter the Netherlands from Belgium.
It is precisely because the Blois family established their stronghold on the border between Belgium and the Netherlands that the Belgian side has not been invaded by living corpses. For this, probably the whole of Belgium owes a debt of gratitude to Willie.
In fact, at this very moment, Ms. DeQuin was silently grateful for all this, grateful for the extravagant peace and tranquility in front of her...
"Minister, the northern border is still relatively safe today. Even if there are occasionally a few fish that slip through the net, they are all cleared out by the patrol team of the Blois family before crossing the border. Thanks to them, at present, whether there are wizards or wizards in our country, Muggles still maintain an orderly pace of life... It’s just that it will take more time to move the people from the north to the south.”
In the office of the Minister of the Ministry of Magic of Belgium, the director of the Misinformation Office, who is mainly responsible for communicating with the country's Muggle Prime Minister, is reporting today's specific situation to Ms. De Guin.
Now is an extraordinary period. The Misinformation Office, which used to have few regular visits throughout the year, has become completely busy, but probably no one likes this feeling of running around for a crisis.
It can be seen that not only is the room director's beard and hair a bit messy, but his face is also full of fatigue. Looking at his appearance, I'm afraid he hasn't been able to get a good night's sleep for many days in a row.
Of course, as a minister, Ms. De Guin is actually no better than him.
"Very good." After listening to the other party's report, Dequin, who was sitting behind the desk, nodded immediately. "Thanks to that young Miss Blois, at least there hasn't been any big trouble! As for the matter of relocating people , I have no choice, I can’t rush it... But to be honest, even Belgium is like this, and I can’t even imagine what the situation is like in Germany now.”
"Anyway, it's just a mess!" The director of the Error Information Office in front of him twitched his lips, his expression obviously becoming a little subtle, "If this continues... Hey, the Brandt family will definitely not be able to handle it, I just don't know what they are. Time to run... Oh! Sorry ma'am, I mean-"
As he was talking, he seemed to suddenly realize that these words should not be said in front of Dequin, and he hurriedly tried to forcefully redeem himself. But at this time, Ms. Dequin gently waved her hand to stop his meaningless explanation.
"Is everything okay? Don't worry, what you said is the truth."
"Uh," the other party stopped talking. After a few seconds of awkward silence, he nodded apologetically and said, "Then... I'll go down and do some work."
"Okay," DeQuin nodded to him again, "You also want to take time to rest? You have worked hard during this period."
"It is my responsibility."
After saying that, the director of the Misinformation Office finally leaned forward and walked out of the door. As the door closed, Dequin, who was behind the desk, couldn't help but take off his glasses and leaned back on the chair, rubbing his sore eyebrows vigorously. .
And at the next moment, with a soft "squeak" sound, the door located in the corner diagonally behind her was suddenly opened, and a tall figure walked out from inside.
"Emily? Don't let me rest? You should have a good rest first! In your current state, you can't do much... Are there still these documents that need to be reviewed? Come on, I will do it for you. Bar!"
The person who came was a middle-aged wizard with a handsome appearance and a calm expression. When he spoke, he had an aura that was hard to refuse. Although De Guin has been the Minister of Magic for so long, he is still not as good as him.
But the good thing is that she doesn't seem to be unable to accept the gap... or rather, she has actually become accustomed to this feeling.
"Erich? You don't have to... Oh, okay!"
DeQuin stood up from the chair obediently, gave the desk to the other party? He even waved his wand to pour a cup of tea and put it next to the desk for the other party.
Seeing that the other party sat down nonchalantly and handled the mountain of report documents with unusual skill, De Kuin stood aside and watched for a while, then took his teacup and walked to the sofa nearby and sat down.
The tea in the cup had already cooled down, but she didn't care about this little thing. She drank the herbal tea and ate some snacks on the coffee table in front of her.
After filling her somewhat empty belly, she leaned against the soft sofa cushions again and looked up at the man who was sitting behind her desk, working skillfully.
De Guin doesn't need to worry about what difficulties the other party will encounter when dealing with Ministry of Magic affairs, because the man in front of her was the minister of the German Ministry of Magic about a month ago, and he is even much better than her at work. Got it!
Yes, Erich Brandt has always been an extremely good wizard. Whether it was when he was a student at Beauxbatons, or when he was working at the German Ministry of Magic—even though he has now become an unemployed man, he is still like this.
Otherwise, how could DeQuin have been obsessed with each other for ten years and almost become lonely for the rest of his life
"Erich, do you know? Although disaster is right in front of us and I am extremely busy every day, I feel that this period of time can be said to be one of the two happiest periods in my life."
"'Two periods'? What's the other period? When you were a kid?"
The middle-aged man behind the desk did not raise his head. He just asked casually while being slightly distracted while writing something in a rustle.
"Of course it's good to have parents who love you when you were young, but it's a pity that the answer is wrong." Although Dequin took good care of himself, he was no longer young. At this time, he seemed to have returned to his most beautiful age, quite a bit. The little girl chuckled softly and said, "I want to say, and the days after you and I were together... Don't you think so?"
"Oh! Yes, of course, yes—"
The man paused with his pen and nodded with a smile.
However, at this moment, there was a sudden knock on the office door, interrupting the private time between the two of them that was as bitter and sweet as Belgian chocolate.
"Minister! Brandt... someone from the Brandt family is here!"
Before the door opened, the man outside could not wait to speak loudly.