[HP] I won't do this Dark Lord

He said with a smile, "Two uninvited guests."

Behind him, there is a woman holding a wand. She has long black curly hair, neatly tied behind her head, with a haughty and mean expression, looking at them on the ground with critical eyes like looking at garbage.

"If you want to get in touch with them, I can put you in the interrogation room together, Abraxas." The woman said coldly.

"Don't be so unkind, Walburga," Abraxas pursed his lower lip, and then looked at Detrich again, "I'll ask Mr. Minister if I want to meet these two bold fellows .”

"I don't think it's necessary," Walburton said firmly. "It's better to report to the Minister after I have investigated all the ins and outs."

"Whether it's better doesn't need 'you think', that's for Mr Minister to decide."

"I know you don't have any opinions, but good subordinates should learn to share their boss's worries."

"Why let me, who is 'no opinionated', be the head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, and you, who are good at 'sharing worries for the boss', be my deputy. I think this has already explained Mr. Minister's intentions."

Walburga's face turned white at first due to anger, and then turned red again, glaring at Abraxas, who still had a slick smile and a slight sarcasm in his eyes.

Detrich watched the two of them quarreling, thinking that with these two people sitting in the position of law enforcement department, Riddle would be able to sit comfortably.He hoped that Abraxas would win the dispute so that he would have the chance to meet Riddle.

Just as he was deliberating whether to speak, the oak door at the end of the corridor was pushed open silently, and a gentleman-looking man stood at the door, asking softly, "What are you arguing about?"

When Detrich saw the two people who were on the verge of fighting, they immediately restrained their expressions, and turned around to face the man and nodded slightly. Abraxas's tone that had always been presumptuous became more reserved, and he said apologetically, "Two intruders were caught. The intruder seems to be directed at the Minister. We are discussing whether to report to the Minister, Peretus, you go and ask the Minister how to deal with it?"

"Oh?" Peretus' eyes fell on the two people on the ground, and Detrich's hair stood on end in an instant, like a frog being stared at by a snake.

"Mr. Minister is in talks with the Muggle Prime Minister," Perrist said, raising his hands. He was wearing a pair of snow-white gloves strangely on his hands. He adjusted the gloves slowly, and he looked at Detrich and said softly. , "Let me chat with these two first."

When Perister adjusted his gloves, Detrich noticed that Abraxas and Walburga's complexion changed slightly, and the other took a step back, and the alarm bells rang in their hearts.

He was no longer silent, and said loudly: "I have no malice! I am Detrich Müller, the representative of the German chair of the International Federation of Wizards. I have met Mr. Riddle. He knows me. I have a Matter with Mr. Riddle..."

The voice stopped abruptly, Detrich opened his mouth and found that he couldn't say a word, Perister put down his wand and said softly: "It's too noisy, don't disturb Mr. Minister's work."

Watching him walking towards him step by step with a smile on his face, Detrich's hands and feet were cold, and his heart was full of fear. He always felt that he was not a human being, but a beast that was salivating for delicious food.

Just as Perister's wand was about to touch Detrich's forehead, a soft and low voice came from the office: "Perister."

Just calling his name plainly, Perister froze like a dog that had given an order.

He retracted his wand, blew on his glove unhappy, and said in a drawn out voice, "Yes, Mr. Minister." He turned and walked to another corridor, standing aside without looking back. The two silent people assigned, "Bring them in."

The two obeyed, and when the thin figure disappeared into the corridor, Abraxas and Walburga relaxed, one cursed "crazy" in a low voice, and the other muttered "crazy".

With a wave of their wands, they transported Detrich and Dürer, floating on their backs, into the mysterious office.

Detrich was limited by his viewing angle, so he couldn't see what was going on in the office. He could only see the very open dome above his head, on which were painted complicated magic circles with countless jewel-like stained glass. Feeling dizzy.

He quickly closed his eyes, feeling that he had been taken for a long distance, obviously the space in the office was very wide.

After stopping, he heard the two people escorting them say respectfully: "Mr. Minister."

"Well," the voice that had just stopped Perister came from the other side, with a soft tone and indifferent tone, "let them down."

"Ok."

Detrich was thrown to the ground roughly, and Dürer next to him let out a muffled groan, and then they were put into a standing position again, and now Detrich finally had a clear view of his surroundings.

It was a circular room almost as vast as a theatre, surrounded by huge arched windows, from which it was possible to see the snow falling outside, but also to receive artificial soft light from outside.

He and Dürer stood ten steps away from a large semi-arc-shaped desk. On the desk were several stacks of documents neatly arranged, a few exquisite instruments that did not see any function, and a machine that was automatically wrapping sheepskin. Quill with something written on paper.

And behind the desk, a tall and slender man wearing a white silk shirt and a black satin vest leaned sideways and relaxed on a black suede high-back chair.

He has slightly curly black hair, dark eyes, pale complexion but does not look sick, his appearance is very handsome, his expression is indifferent, under the surrounding light, he looks like a marble statue of a Greek god, exuding an almost divine aura brilliant.

How is he still so young?

This was Detrich's first reaction when he saw Riddle.

Ten years ago, Detrich met Riedel at the meeting for the establishment of the International Wizarding Tribunal. At that time, he was only 24 or 50 years old, but he was as calm and sophisticated as he was [-] or [-] years old.Sitting here now, he seems to have hardly changed in terms of appearance or demeanor. If I have to say it, the sense of oppression has become heavier invisibly.

Detrich didn't dare to look directly at him, his eyes fell on his smooth and delicate chin, and he said in a trembling voice: "Mr. Riddle, I am..."

"Deetrich Müller," Riddle interrupted him in that indifferent tone that did not appear to be pretentious, "I remember you, and I never expected to see you again in this way."

Detrich hurriedly explained: "I'm very sorry, Mr. Riddle, I didn't mean to offend you, but I have a very urgent matter to ask for your help, and I can't wait to meet you according to the procedures of your country's Ministry of Magic. That’s why I made such a bad move, please forgive me.”

The gaze shot from the dark eyes was not obviously aggressive, but if it seemed to turn around him, Detrich broke out in a cold sweat.

Once the huge office is quiet, it will make people feel isolated and helpless.Detrich wanted to continue, but without Riddle's statement, he didn't dare to speak rashly, so he could only bite his lips anxiously.

"Speak, I'll listen." The person behind the desk finally spoke up.

Relieved, Detrich quickly said: "A week ago, the International Wizarding Court filed a lawsuit, arguing that an Auror from our Ministry of Magic, Felix Wagner, had committed the crime of interfering in Muggle political affairs without authorization and endangering the magical world." Public safety crimes and several other charges will be scheduled for trial in eight days."

Riddle seemed to be listening seriously, and said "uh", "I know, I will attend the trial on the first day after the Christmas holiday."

"Mr. Riddle, I don't know how to beg you. Flix is ​​at fault, but that kid is only too young and has a soft personality, so he was reckless for a while. Please forgive him!"

"I don't understand what you mean," Riddle was a little surprised, but then smiled amusedly, "The joint court is a fair and open place, and all trials are discussed by the ministers of various countries and voted on by a show of hands, although my chief Identity does have certain special powers, but that doesn't mean I'm going to use it to create injustice. Mr. Mueller, why don't you ask your ministers, why come to me, and talk as if I alone can decide him the same sentence?"

The two guards who had been silent all this time also secretly laughed at this time, as if their boss had told a very humorous joke.

Just as Detrich was about to speak, Riddle raised his hand, and he quickly shut up again, and the two loyal guards who were good at observing words and expressions also returned to a state where they seemed not to exist.

Riddle continued unhurriedly: "And, as far as I know, that Mr. Wagner, in order to help the Muggles of the Democratic Republic of Germany to cross the Berlin Wall to the Federal Republic of Germany, actually cast the Sleeping Curse, Ignore Curse, Forgetting spells and other spells, and when they were accidentally discovered, they used a large-scale protective spell, and did not perform amnestics on all Muggles who witnessed this scene in time afterwards. Mr. Muller, I must say objectively that this is a An extremely vicious incident. In view of the current situation in Germany, the Ministry of Magic of the United States and France are extremely angry at his meddling in this matter without authorization."

"Mr. Riddle," pleaded Detrich, "I know he's terribly, unforgivably wrong, but I know the boy, he doesn't