I swung my greatsword at Hogwarts

Struggling for a while, Gresham asked, "What do I have to give?"

"Everything about you," John said without hesitation, "after you become the Minister of Magic, you will cooperate with me."

"Hehe," Gresham laughed, coldly, "You think I'm going to be a puppet? It seems you don't know me well."

Yes, as an iron-blooded Auror who captured many dark wizards, would he be willing to become a puppet?

John laughed too, at Gresham's ignorance.

"I am not enslaving you, but cooperating."

He sat across from Gresham, the shadow of the rainy day covering him completely, as if melting into darkness.

"I only come to you when I need to, and you're the Minister of Magic, and that won't change."

"Since I chose you, you should understand that what I need is not a puppet."

Yes, Gould is a better choice than Gresham for a puppet.

Wouldn't it be better to control a fatuous, ambitious, and incompetent guy?

Gresham was no fool, and he understood it.

So he didn't understand even more what John meant by doing this.

"It's very simple," John could see his doubts, and said lightly, "I prefer to cooperate with smart people than a stubborn person who doesn't know how to adapt."

Thinking of Yalevan, Gresham got it.

The first king and the second king, this is no secret.

Yale Fan is a loyal follower of Dumbledore, and his position will definitely not make John happy.

It seemed that there was a hint of motivation to find John, which gave Gresham confidence.

"Find me to cooperate, and you want me to defeat Yalefan?" Gresham's eyes flashed brightly, "Aren't you afraid that I will break the contract with you after I become the Minister of Magic?"

"You won't." John just said lightly, "Because I ruined you, it's easier."

all of a sudden.

A chill emanated from the soles of Gresham's feet, all the way to the Tianling Gai.

In front of his eyes, in the blurry shadows, countless darkness turned into tentacles that dragged people down the abyss.

He was strangled so tightly that he couldn't move, his mouth and nose were blocked and he couldn't make a sound or even breathe.

Watching all this in horror, his struggle was as weak as a mayfly shaking a tree.

In the darkness, those vertical pupils looked at him quietly.

Watch him fall into the abyss.

Indifferent, without emotion.

Just when he was about to be completely swallowed, John said slowly: "You can choose."

Everything is gone.

There is no abyss, and there are no tentacles that drag people.

Only the man who sat opposite and disappeared into the darkness remained.

Gresham gasped, not knowing what had just happened.

The worst fear in his heart almost killed him.

All he knew was that the person in front of him would never be offended.

Just like he said.

It is easier to destroy the Minister of Magic than to become the Minister of 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 Minister Crouch was also supported by you," Gresham laughed at himself, "I used to admire him quite a bit."

"Then you are not wrong to worship," 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 be a day," Gresham said.

John raised an eyebrow.

Gresham said in a deep voice, "After 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 gaze, 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 a word, and then somehow I became the object of being supported by Lord Wick. Don't you want to explain?"

"You've already called him Lord Wick, do you still need me to explain?" Ludwig said flatly.

Gresham was at a loss for words, and he said it subconsciously.

After all, no one can be calm after experiencing what was almost dragged into the abyss just now.

He said angrily: "We are classmates after all, don't you think that if you send me to such a dangerous place, I will die?"

"I'm not your classmate," Ludwig said lightly, "I'm a second year older than you."

This made Gresham's teeth itch with hatred, "Well, are you afraid that the second king will kill me?"

"You do not deserve."

Ludwig said directly: "In his eyes, you are not even a threat."

Gresham was speechless again. After a long silence, he looked at Ludwig seriously and asked, "Tell me, is my choice right?"

Being the supported Minister of Magic is different from his stronger personality.

"He never failed," Ludwig said.

Yes, that statement trumps everything.

"Strength is paramount. He will not limit the development of his subordinates. When you are strong enough, you will be his friend."

Ludwig's words made Gresham less reconciled.

He got up to leave.

After all, he is not John, can ignore anti-apparition, and has the ability to open the portal at any time.

Walking to the door, he asked on a whim, "Are you a friend or a subordinate?"

In addition to being competitors, the two were also considered friends before.

He wanted to find a sense of balance from Luciferd.

But a smile flashed in Ludwig's eyes, and he said, "I'm his friend's father, what do you think?"

Gresham took a deep breath. His admiration for the student president was like feeding the dog.

You are a son of a bitch!

He walked out of the castle indignantly.

Ludwig stood on the castle overlooking Gresham striding through the puddles in the rain.

"Smooth the obstacles, Germany is in control, where is the boundary of your ambition?"

As Heinrich's father, he wanted Johann's ambitions to be as big as possible.

The light shining on Edgar became more and more dazzling.

...

The situation in Germany has changed.

With Ludwig out of the race, the number three contender turned around and backed Gresham.

And his choice speaks for Durmstrang, and the ancient alliance behind that.

As soon as the family who had an opinion on Gresham wanted to make a move, they were warned by the ancient alliance.

Make them dare not do it at all.

Gould anxiously let the forces behind him take action.

Because of Ludwig's transformation, he was about to fall out of the ranks of competitors in an instant.

"The ancients restricted us from taking action," the head of the German pure-blood family said gloomily, "The Silver Hands Alliance is warning our business. It's not your accident, it's all of us!"

This is the horror of the Second Dynasty.

In just a few days, the German pure-blood families misfired collectively.

They may be able to resist together, but it is impossible, they are not so united.

What's more, other families have nothing to do, only they are hit.

No matter how unwilling Gould was, there was nothing he could do.

He was kicked out of the contender ranks.

Now only Yalevan and Gresham remain.

Two people, one represents the stubbornness of the old era, and the other is the aggressiveness of the new era.

The followers of the first king compete with the men of the second king.

But the power of the first king has always been a weakness, and they don't stick together.

The Second Dynasty is unstoppable, which is the difference between John and Dumbledore.

...

John stayed at home, smiling at the newspaper Basil had brought.

The game between the remaining two competitors has quietly been decided.

Ludwig is not Karkaroff, and his reputation has never been lowered during the time he became the principal.

In the era of Fudge, Dumbledore just said two good things about Fudge and let him be elected.

Such is the influence of the three largest magic schools in Europe.

John put down the newspaper, reached out and touched Basil carefully.

He let go of his hand, touched his chin thoughtfully and said, "During this time, you seem to have gained weight."

Basil stopped eating the dried fish, and glanced at Kiki who was eating biscuits.

Qiqi said that he didn't know what was going on, and the other party just slapped him twice. Do you know how much psychological damage two slaps caused to Long?

He was beaten up all of a sudden, neither the fire dragon nor the owl could accept it.

John finally understood that Basil was thinking of beating owls as an after-dinner exercise.

Riddle squinted his eyes as he stood on the shelf, not participating in the fight between the two owls.

The little brown bear quietly climbed up the shelf, ready to move towards the owl's feathers.

John saw Arianna sneaking up at the stairs, quietly cheering up the little bear.

...