Chapter 634
"Youth represents hope, family?" John smiled and said with some arrogance, "They will keep their mouths shut."
Ludwig agreed with John's words. After all, the most powerful family now is John's side.
Without the family standing in the way, only Yalefan and Gold are left.
Yalefan and Dumbledore were destined to be targeted when they played together.
The remaining Gauld is a man of great ambition and talent, who is both good and fun-loving.
When the previous Minister Schmidt was there, he was a mascot, used to stabilize the chess pieces of some German families.
After Schmidt disappeared, he began to think about taking a step forward.
Apparently the forces behind him thought the same way.
With John's intervention, the idea was doomed.
John said to Ludwig, "I want to see Gresham."
He will not help others for no reason, provided that it can be used for his own benefit.
Ludwig knew what he was thinking, nodded and said: "He is already on his way here."
As for why you are so obedient?
Because Ludwig told him that he didn't want to choose.
As soon as he heard that his competitor had withdrawn, Gresham was bound to confirm and win over.
After all, everyone understands what Edgar represents.
As John finished his first cup of black tea, Edgar's castle was struck.
"This castle is so big, why don't you think about finding more butlers?" John raised his eyebrows and asked as he watched the butler walk out.
This place is so big, only two people can live there.
If Heinrich comes back, only four people can survive.
Ludwig said without changing his expression: "That would be too noisy."
As expected of two fathers and sons, Ludwig and Heinrich were almost carved out of the same mold.
After the second cup of black tea was poured, the director of the Auror Office of the German Ministry of Magic also came here.
"Ludwig, my friend."
The Greshams arrived before they even arrived.
He walked into the room, his smile frozen.
He said to the housekeeper dissatisfied: "You didn't tell me that there were still guests here."
The butler apologized without sincerity.
Gresham felt that the person in front of him was somewhat familiar, and he searched for John's appearance in his mind.
Ludwig stood up and walked out straight away, saying to John, "You can talk now."
"Huh?" Before Gresham could react, Ludwig had already walked out and closed the door.
He was left alone, wary of the situation before him.
John looked at the director of the Auror Office.
He's different from Old Batty.
This is a man who cannot be said to be old.
He looks to be in his thirties. At this age and in this position, it is not an exaggeration to say that he has a lot of potential.
Wearing a gray suit, he has an angular rectangular face, a pointed chin, a wide forehead, and gray-blue eyes.
He had a stubble, which was not long, making him look more mature.
Be wary and cautious.
John glanced at the other party and probably knew something.
"Sit down." John said casually, "Don't be afraid, I'm not interested in your life."
"I don't remember knowing you." Gresham walked to John and sat down, leaning forward slightly, very aggressively.
This is a wolf-like person.
John smiled slightly and rubbed the ring with his fingers.
"I know you, Eamond Gresham, Head of the Auror Office."
Seeing the other party's unrelaxed expression, John leaned forward a little, supported the side of his face with his fingers, and chuckled: "Let's change to a simpler way of talking."
"Gresham, do you want to be the Minister for Magic?"
As soon as these words came out, Gresham's expression changed drastically.
He asked sharply: "Who are you?"
"Me?" John thought for a while and said, "Just use the identity you are most familiar with to introduce me."
Putting his hand down, John smiled mysteriously and said, "You can call me the second king."
"Of course, I don't mind if you call me Sir Wick."
At this moment, Gresham finally remembered who the person in front of him was.
That face had appeared in newspapers many times, and black and white newspapers could not fully show the beauty of this person.
Looking at it now, that extremely young face is surprising.
Gresham said in a deep voice: "Ludwig asked you to deal with me?"
"No," John shook his head and said meaningfully, "I helped you get rid of him."
This confused Gresham.
John got straight to the point: "Ludwig will not compete with you, I want to support a minister of magic."
"Support the Minister of Magic?" Gresham said solemnly, "Don't you think your tone is too loud?"
"This is strength," John said with a faint smile, "As long as you nod, Ludwig will help you take care of the rest."
The stakes he offered were so high that Gresham hesitated.
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Chapter 650 Interference, participation
After struggling internally for a moment, Gresham asked, "What do I have to give?"
"Everything about you," John said without hesitation, "After you become the Minister of Magic, you have to cooperate with me."
"Haha," Gresham smiled, coldly, "Do you think I will become a puppet? It seems you don't understand me."
Yes, as an iron-blooded Auror who has captured many dark wizards, will he be willing to become a puppet?
John laughed too, laughing at Gresham's ignorance.
"I'm not slaving you, but cooperating."
He sat across from Gresham, the shadows of the rainy day covering him completely, as if melting into the darkness.
"I only come to you when I need to, and you're the Minister for Magic, that won't change."
"Since I chose you, you should have understood that what I need is not a puppet."
Yes, if you want a puppet, Gauld is a better choice than Gresham.
Wouldn't it be easier to control a guy who is fatuous, ambitious, and lacking in talent?
Gresham is not a fool, and he understands this.
So he didn't understand even more what John's intention was.
"It's simple," John could see his doubts and said calmly, "I prefer to cooperate with smart people than a stubborn person who doesn't know how to adapt."
Thinking of Yale Fan, Gresham understood.
The first king and the second king, this is not a secret.
Yalefan was a loyal follower of Dumbledore, and his position would definitely make John unhappy.
It seemed that finding John's motive gave Gresham the confidence.
"You found me to cooperate. You want me to defeat Yalefan?" Gresham's eyes flashed, "Aren't you afraid that I will break your terms after becoming the Minister of Magic?"
"You won't," John said simply, "because it would be easier for me to destroy you."
All of a sudden.
A chill came from the soles of Gresham's feet and spread all the way to Tianling Gai.
In front of his eyes, in the blurry shadows, countless darkness turned into tentacles dragging people down into the abyss.
He was strangled so tightly that he could not move. His mouth and nose were blocked and he could not make a sound or even breathe.
Watching all this in horror, his struggle was as weak as a cricket shaking a tree.
And in the darkness, the pair of vertical pupils looked at him quietly.
Watch him fall into the abyss.
Cold and emotionless.
Just when he was about to be completely engulfed, John spoke slowly: "You have a choice."
Everything is gone.
There is no abyss, and no tentacles dragging people.
Only the man sitting opposite, hidden in the darkness, was still there.
Gresham gasped for air, he didn't know what happened just now.
His worst fear nearly killed him.
All he knew was that the person in front of him was absolutely untouchable.
Just like he said.
It's easier to destroy the Minister for Magic than to become the Minister for Magic.
That was the sense of oppression from the second king, and it was even more terrifying from the second dynasty.
"If you do this, it seems that Secretary Crouch was also supported by you," Gresham laughed at himself, "I used to admire him."
"Then you are not wrong about worshiping him," John glanced at Gresham, "He is different from you, he is my friend."
friend?
Gresham looked up at John and couldn't help but ask, "What about me?"
"You?" John smiled, "You need to be strong enough to stand in front of me."
"There will come a time," Gresham said.
John raised his eyebrows.
Gresham said solemnly: "When I become the Minister of Magic."
"I look forward to that day."
John stood up and raised his hand across the void.
The golden passage opened, and under Gresham's surprised eyes, John stepped into it and disappeared.
The door was opened, and Ludwig walked in calmly and said, "You can go."
Gresham quit. He sat on the sofa and said angrily: "You told me to come over with just one sentence, and then for no reason I became the one being supported by Mr. Wick. Don't you have to explain it?"
"You have already called him Mr. Wick, do you still need me to explain?" Ludwig said calmly.
Gresham was speechless, and he spoke subconsciously.
After all, no one who has experienced what happened just now and was almost dragged into the abyss can be calm.
