Chapter 502 German Ministry of Magic
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Qing Mo Da Xian
Before the wizard card announced the official recycling price, the Black Swan wizard card house that was about to be renovated in Germany was suddenly smashed.
The leader was a short, fat wizard who couldn't see clearly in a black cloak.
He hired a group of local wizards for a fee, and disappeared without a trace before the Aurors arrived.
The Minister of Magic, Thaddeus Berg, was furious and immediately issued a wanted warrant with a bounty of up to 500 Galleons.
However, three days passed, and not even a hair was found.
Magic can restore a broken pavement, but not a shaken heart.
Restmann parked in front of Potsdamer Platz in Berlin.
The German Ministry of Magic is in the square building opposite.
He is remembering the past, remembering an event that happened more than 50 years ago.
Here Grindelwald was acquitted by the then Minister for Magic and here he was nominated as the third candidate for President of the International Federation of Wizards.
Through the brick walls of the building, Restman stood in a lobby shrouded in a giant glass dome.
Although it was broad daylight, not much light came in through the glass windows.
He went straight to the counter on the inside,
"Hello, I'm Restman Greengrass. I made an appointment with Minister Berg to meet today."
The female staff in charge of the front desk was very polite, "Please wait a moment, Mr. Greenglass."
Her wand slid across a stack of neatly stacked parchments, and the bottom one flew out automatically.
"The appointed time is 10 am, sir, you came very punctually."
"Of course, ma'am."
Her wand pointed at the parchment again, "Sir, I wish you and Minister Berg a pleasant morning."
The words on the paper moved like lines, and then the whole paper was slowly folded into a circular badge.
The two letters "M" overlap on the front, and the German words "Minister's Office" are written underneath.
Restman thanked her politely, then held his hand over the badge.
With his feet off the ground, he seemed to be sucked inside, and appeared in front of a spacious corridor.
The experience of using the short-range door key greatly reduces discomfort, and it also has high confidentiality and security.
He walked along the dark corridor to the door at the end, raised his hand and tapped lightly before pulling the handle.
The room was neither big nor small, and the dark red patterned wallpaper was covered with portraits of previous ministers.
It's just a little spooky, not scary yet.
A middle-aged man wearing glasses stood up from his desk,
"Mr. Greenglass, I'm glad you were here on time."
The voice is a little cold, with little emotional change.
Restman held his right hand that he offered,
"Mr. Berger, I've been looking forward to meeting you, how could it be possible to let such a rude thing like being late happen?"
Thaddeus gave an unsmiling smile,
"If you really think so, then our next conversation will be very pleasant."
He led Restman to sit on the sofa beside him.
A teapot, a coffee pot, and a set of pure white cups suddenly appeared on the coffee table. …. "Coffee? Or tea?"
"Tea."
The teapot automatically lurked in mid-air, pouring steaming black tea into the cup in front of Restman.
Thaddeus took a sip of coffee, "Compared to the aroma of black tea, I prefer the mellowness of coffee."
After feeling the fragrance of the tea, Restman put down his cup and looked at him,
"Mr. Berg, I am just a wizard doing business in your country."
"I don't believe it." Thaddeus raised his cup and took another sip of coffee,
"Mr. Greengrass, don't tell me you don't know the details of the Wellesley gang.
They are the voodoo party, and they are the oldest group. "
The most important reason why the Wuzi Party has not been completely destroyed is that they still have a moral bottom line.
There are many wizards who died in their hands, but there are also many wizards who were saved by them.
Restman looked calm, "Mr. Berg, this doesn't explain anything.
Everyone has to pay for their own mistakes, and their mistakes are inherited from the mistakes made by their parents. "
He scanned the portraits of previous ministers one by one, and fixed on the eighth to last one,
"Mr. Minister, do you think Mr. Anton Vogel, who acquitted Gellert Grindelwald, was wrong?"
"Da——" The cup with half of the coffee left was placed heavily on the coffee table.
Thaddeus suddenly laughed,
"Mr. Greengrass, don't you think it's very naive to argue about right and wrong?"
"Mr. Minister—" Restman straightened up,
"Someone once said to me:
Those who are obsessed with the past cannot move forward into the future.
I think he is right, so we Greengrass family gave up the so-called pure blood supremacy. "
The one who can change this deep-rooted thinking must be a person of considerable weight.
From another point of view, the descendants of the voodoo party are like the plague that people dare not approach.
But can this prevent the second Grindelwald from appearing?
"Mr. Greenglass—" Thaddeus took off his glasses,
"The black swan wizard house of cards, did you send someone to do it?"
"Yes." Restman looked straight into his sharp eyes,
"Mr. Berg, the wizard card is actually just a scam..."
Thaddeus' expression remained unchanged, and it was hard to see what he was thinking.
"Believe it or not, we're going to take it a step further."
Restman was very sincere, and even revealed the next arrangement.
Taking the initiative to bring up another matter means basically acquiescing to his cooperation with the voodoo party.
There is of course pure bloodism in Germany too, and on a much larger scale than in the UK.
Durmstrang never admits young wizards of Muggle-born, although the students do not necessarily reject them.
Well, who influenced the Greengrass family is already evident.
Thaddeus' eyes were no longer aggressive,
"I heard that your family has a terrible curse that is randomly inherited. Could it be that Mr. Greengrass has found a solution?"
"I found it." Restman nodded with a smile, "That's a new magic researched by Professor Dumbledore."
not him?
But if it was Dumbledore, all this would make sense.
Whether it is Grindelwald or Voldemort, the reason for standing on the opposite side is to protect Muggles.
It's not surprising that they are partial to Muggle-borns, and it is not surprising that they are against pure-blood supremacism.
The strange thing is that there were countless opportunities in the past, why wait until now.
Because of birth,
Because of ability,
Because the wizard who met the two conditions finally appeared.
"Mr. Greengrass, no one can guarantee that after the evil is driven away, there will be even more evil evil."
"Mr. Berg, you hold a sword that can cut off evil in your hand, and you can swing it down with all your strength at any time."
Thaddeus picked up his coffee cup again. "Anytime?"
"Any time."
He took a sip of the coffee, "it cooled a bit, but the taste is still mellow."
Restman drank the last sip of black tea contentedly, "The aroma of the tea is still there, I should be able to adapt to this taste."
……
……
.
Qingmo Daxian reminds you: remember to collect after reading
The leader was a short, fat wizard who couldn't see clearly in a black cloak.
He hired a group of local wizards for a fee, and disappeared without a trace before the Aurors arrived.
The Minister of Magic, Thaddeus Berg, was furious and immediately issued a wanted warrant with a bounty of up to 500 Galleons.
However, three days passed, and not even a hair was found.
Magic can restore a broken pavement, but not a shaken heart.
Restmann parked in front of Potsdamer Platz in Berlin.
The German Ministry of Magic is in the square building opposite.
He is remembering the past, remembering an event that happened more than 50 years ago.
Here Grindelwald was acquitted by the then Minister for Magic and here he was nominated as the third candidate for President of the International Federation of Wizards.
Through the brick walls of the building, Restman stood in a lobby shrouded in a giant glass dome.
Although it was broad daylight, not much light came in through the glass windows.
He went straight to the counter on the inside,
"Hello, I'm Restman Greengrass. I made an appointment with Minister Berg to meet today."
The female staff in charge of the front desk was very polite, "Please wait a moment, Mr. Greenglass."
Her wand slid across a stack of neatly stacked parchments, and the bottom one flew out automatically.
"The appointed time is 10 am, sir, you came very punctually."
"Of course, ma'am."
Her wand pointed at the parchment again, "Sir, I wish you and Minister Berg a pleasant morning."
The words on the paper moved like lines, and then the whole paper was slowly folded into a circular badge.
The two letters "M" overlap on the front, and the German words "Minister's Office" are written underneath.
Restman thanked her politely, then held his hand over the badge.
With his feet off the ground, he seemed to be sucked inside, and appeared in front of a spacious corridor.
The experience of using the short-range door key greatly reduces discomfort, and it also has high confidentiality and security.
He walked along the dark corridor to the door at the end, raised his hand and tapped lightly before pulling the handle.
The room was neither big nor small, and the dark red patterned wallpaper was covered with portraits of previous ministers.
It's just a little spooky, not scary yet.
A middle-aged man wearing glasses stood up from his desk,
"Mr. Greenglass, I'm glad you were here on time."
The voice is a little cold, with little emotional change.
Restman held his right hand that he offered,
"Mr. Berger, I've been looking forward to meeting you, how could it be possible to let such a rude thing like being late happen?"
Thaddeus gave an unsmiling smile,
"If you really think so, then our next conversation will be very pleasant."
He led Restman to sit on the sofa beside him.
A teapot, a coffee pot, and a set of pure white cups suddenly appeared on the coffee table. …. "Coffee? Or tea?"
"Tea."
The teapot automatically lurked in mid-air, pouring steaming black tea into the cup in front of Restman.
Thaddeus took a sip of coffee, "Compared to the aroma of black tea, I prefer the mellowness of coffee."
After feeling the fragrance of the tea, Restman put down his cup and looked at him,
"Mr. Berg, I am just a wizard doing business in your country."
"I don't believe it." Thaddeus raised his cup and took another sip of coffee,
"Mr. Greengrass, don't tell me you don't know the details of the Wellesley gang.
They are the voodoo party, and they are the oldest group. "
The most important reason why the Wuzi Party has not been completely destroyed is that they still have a moral bottom line.
There are many wizards who died in their hands, but there are also many wizards who were saved by them.
Restman looked calm, "Mr. Berg, this doesn't explain anything.
Everyone has to pay for their own mistakes, and their mistakes are inherited from the mistakes made by their parents. "
He scanned the portraits of previous ministers one by one, and fixed on the eighth to last one,
"Mr. Minister, do you think Mr. Anton Vogel, who acquitted Gellert Grindelwald, was wrong?"
"Da——" The cup with half of the coffee left was placed heavily on the coffee table.
Thaddeus suddenly laughed,
"Mr. Greengrass, don't you think it's very naive to argue about right and wrong?"
"Mr. Minister—" Restman straightened up,
"Someone once said to me:
Those who are obsessed with the past cannot move forward into the future.
I think he is right, so we Greengrass family gave up the so-called pure blood supremacy. "
The one who can change this deep-rooted thinking must be a person of considerable weight.
From another point of view, the descendants of the voodoo party are like the plague that people dare not approach.
But can this prevent the second Grindelwald from appearing?
"Mr. Greenglass—" Thaddeus took off his glasses,
"The black swan wizard house of cards, did you send someone to do it?"
"Yes." Restman looked straight into his sharp eyes,
"Mr. Berg, the wizard card is actually just a scam..."
Thaddeus' expression remained unchanged, and it was hard to see what he was thinking.
"Believe it or not, we're going to take it a step further."
Restman was very sincere, and even revealed the next arrangement.
Taking the initiative to bring up another matter means basically acquiescing to his cooperation with the voodoo party.
There is of course pure bloodism in Germany too, and on a much larger scale than in the UK.
Durmstrang never admits young wizards of Muggle-born, although the students do not necessarily reject them.
Well, who influenced the Greengrass family is already evident.
Thaddeus' eyes were no longer aggressive,
"I heard that your family has a terrible curse that is randomly inherited. Could it be that Mr. Greengrass has found a solution?"
"I found it." Restman nodded with a smile, "That's a new magic researched by Professor Dumbledore."
not him?
But if it was Dumbledore, all this would make sense.
Whether it is Grindelwald or Voldemort, the reason for standing on the opposite side is to protect Muggles.
It's not surprising that they are partial to Muggle-borns, and it is not surprising that they are against pure-blood supremacism.
The strange thing is that there were countless opportunities in the past, why wait until now.
Because of birth,
Because of ability,
Because the wizard who met the two conditions finally appeared.
"Mr. Greengrass, no one can guarantee that after the evil is driven away, there will be even more evil evil."
"Mr. Berg, you hold a sword that can cut off evil in your hand, and you can swing it down with all your strength at any time."
Thaddeus picked up his coffee cup again. "Anytime?"
"Any time."
He took a sip of the coffee, "it cooled a bit, but the taste is still mellow."
Restman drank the last sip of black tea contentedly, "The aroma of the tea is still there, I should be able to adapt to this taste."
……
……
.
Qingmo Daxian reminds you: remember to collect after reading
