Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

Hermione, after leaving Belgium, went to the Netherlands. Since the Dutch Ministry of Magic has always been the dominant attitude of France, it is easy for them not to at all to spend too much effort there to gain the support and participation of each other.

And then, naturally, it is time to move into Berlin, Germany, to the first major dilemma that needs to be attacked today.

Ms. Deoklyn, who had just left the Netherlands Ministry of Magic, had finally decided to accompany them, seemed to be starting to get nervous.

After sitting on the carriage, she was seen with a low eye curtain and a double hand folding on her thigh, with a slight bandage of muscles. Hermione saw her, not on her own initiative, sitting next to her, lightly holding her back.

It can be very clear that her hands are shaking at a micro.

“Ms. Deoklyn, don’t worry, we’ll be with you.”

It was said that she had just met each other today, and that the two people had not said a few words, and that much had been done. But for the suffering of Deoklyn, she is truly full of sympathy and sympathy.

Like women, Hermione still has some feelings of affection if she leaves and is difficult to reach, even if the age of the two is very different.

“Thank you, Miss Granger, I’m fine.”

De Quinn took her to thank you for the nodded.

Probably the fragmentation of attention has weakened the sense of tension over the heart, and her tight body has gradually slipped down and finally relied slowly on the backwards.

On the other hand, Madam Maxime looked at the two people on their faces, while smiling at them, his heart was slight.

It was painful to suffer, but she didn’t even have a target that would upset her. To say sadness, she might be the most sad one.

And that’s when she was invited to a silhouette dance on the ball at the Triangle.

“Seems to be Mr. Hagrid?”

She’s a little rush, and then she’s busy shook the head.

“How could I think of him?”

While both were more rare giants half-blood, she was nothing like Hagrid.

For Hagrids, Maxime really can’t stand it.

She was thinking, suddenly, with a slight turmoil, the carriage finally landed.

“Here we go. Get out of the car!”

When Madam Maxime left her mind behind, she stood up from her exclusive seat.

“Is that all right?”

She asked naturally for the opposite Ms. Deoklyn, but soon she saw Deoklyn be serious about nodded, and she said:

“I’m fine… yes, let’s go!”

After a little bit of Hermione next to him, De Quinn seems to have finally made a determination to be general and to be steadfast.

…

the German Ministry of Magic, a four-party London building.

Unlike the Ministry of Magic in many countries, the German Ministry of Magic Not at all is hidden in the city of muggle, but is an independent building hidden in mountain forest outside Berlin.

The Ministry of Magic is divided into the four towers on the ground and the underground section, which is almost the same size, and the first two and a half together is a standard positive form.

And the Section Head Office of the German Ministry of Magic is in the center of this positive building floor.

“Hoffman, did the last reconnaissance report come back last night? Go see the Intelligence Unit… In addition, when it passes through the International Wizard Cooperation Division, let Flag Young Lady in the Contact Room come over.”

“All right, Mr. Brandt Section Head.”

Looking at each other’s voice to leave, Erich took off the glasses and rubbed his head and took a deep breath. Then he saw him put the glasses in his hand on a large fold of documents before him, stretching his hand off a large potion bottle under a shitty piece of paper.

After pulling off a bottle of medicinal liquid for himself, as potion quickly came into effect, he was finally waking up his brain, which was already a little stubborn.

He put the potion bottle on his hand, and put it next to him, and that was a slight sigh.

After having disfigured the fatigue accumulated by the work of several consecutive days and nights, he looked at this bunch of documents on the table, shook the head, and then had to wear glasses to keep looking.

Young Master, do you need a little bit of a moment?

Cold, there was a slight old voice in the corner of the office, but Erich was surprised that it wasn’t at all.

“No, I don’t have time to rest.” Nor did his head answer.

Eric’s voice has gradually been shaped, and the other side has not been persuaded, but has been relapsed into silence that seems to be endless. For a while, there was only the sound of the sand flip paper left in the room.

Shortly, the door ringed its footsteps, followed by three knocking doors.

“Mr. Section Head, it’s me, Eva Flag.”

“Please come in.”

Just after that, the doors were opened and silhouette walked out of the outside.

“Mr. Section Head, are you looking for me?”

“Well,” Erich didn’t stop looking at the document, just by the way, “in recent days, have there been any actions in those countries around England? You know, for example, France, Spain, uh, and the Netherlands and Belgium.”

He referred to Belgium and the Netherlands, but did not mention Norway.

It would be reasonable not to mention the Belgian question, at least at least because he did not mention Norway at all. After the destruction of the Norwegian Palace by two high-ranking bodies, Norway, with the support of the Nordic dark wizard organization, had made a little bit of a move. In fact, a lot of power is clear, Norway is scared.

And for a force that dares to do nothing, no one is willing to distract attention.

See Erich asking, this Flag Young Lady, who is responsible for diplomatic contact, is on the verge of:

“Spain has no voice for the time being, and it is clear that they still want to see it again – that they are bold and ready for the accumulation of power, and that we do not need to be too careful at this time. As for Mr. Section Head of the Netherlands and Belgium, I think they should still choose to cooperate with France’s actions. So let’s see, we just think about it now.”

Erich micronodded, and the back:

“So what about France?”

“Well,” Flag Young Lady hearing this whisper, thinking about the talent, “before Mr. McLorne went to Blois, which might well indicate France’s position. After all, we all know that, in France, the Blois family almost said,” Just, the destruction of Blois Fort… “

She hasn’t finished yet, and the doors again ringed, and the covenant appeared to be a little rush.

“Section Head! Beauxbatons Academy of Magic headmaster, Madam Maxime, France.”

At this moment, Erich finally lifted his head.