This Hogwarts isn't normal.

Before the official recycling price of wizard cards was announced, the Black Swan Wizard Card House, which was about to be renovated in Germany, was suddenly smashed.

The leader was a short and fat wizard wearing a black cloak and could not see his face clearly.

He spent money to hire a group of local wizards who were paid to do things, and disappeared without a trace before the Aurors arrived.

Minister of Magic Thaddeus Berg was furious and immediately issued a wanted order with a bounty of up to 500 Galleons.

However, three days later, not even a hair was found.

Magic can repair the damaged storefront, but it cannot repair the hearts of people who have been shaken.

Restman stopped in front of Potsdam Square in Berlin.

The German Ministry of Magic is in the square building opposite.

He was reminiscing about the past, reminiscing about something that happened more than 50 years ago.

Grindelwald was acquitted by the then Minister of Magic here, and was nominated as the third candidate for the President of the International Confederation of Wizards here.

Passing through the brick wall of the building, Restman stood in a hall covered by a giant glass dome.

Although it was broad daylight, not much light came in through the glass windows.

He walked straight to the counter inside,

"Hello, I am Restman Greengrass, and I have an appointment with Minister Berger today."

The female staff member in charge of the front desk was very polite, "Please wait a moment, Mr. Greengrass."

Her wand passed over a large stack of neatly stacked parchments, and the one at the bottom flew out automatically.

"The agreed time is 10 a.m., sir, you are very punctual.

"Of course, ma'am."

Her wand pointed at the parchment again, "Sir, I wish you and Minister Berger a pleasant morning. "

The words on the paper moved like lines, and then the whole paper slowly folded in half to form a round badge.

The two letters "m" on the front overlapped, and the German words "Minister's Office" were written below.

Resterman thanked her politely, and then reached out to the badge.

With his feet off the ground, he seemed to be sucked in and appeared in front of a spacious corridor.

The experience of using short-range door keys greatly reduced the discomfort, and there was also a high degree of confidentiality and security.

He walked along the dim corridor to the door at the end, raised his hand and tapped it lightly before pulling the handle.

The room was neither big nor small, and the dark red patterned wallpaper was covered with portraits of past ministers.

It was just a little gloomy, not scary.

A middle-aged man with glasses stood up from his desk,

"Mr. Greengrass, I'm glad you're here on time."

The voice was a little cold, with almost no emotional changes.

Resterman held his right hand that he had extended,

"Mr. Berg, I've always been looking forward to meeting you, how could I let such a rude thing as being late happen. "

Thaddeus gave a smile that was not quite a smile,

"If you really think so, then our next conversation will definitely 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 the air and poured 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 the cup and looked at him,

"Mr. Berg, I'm just a wizard doing business in your country."

"I don't believe it." Thaddeus raised the cup and took another sip of coffee,

"Mr. Greengrass, don't tell me you don't know the details of the Wellesley group.

They are the Witch Party, and the oldest ones. ”

The most important reason why the Witch 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.

Resterman looked calm, "Mr. Minister Berg, this doesn't mean anything.

Everyone has to pay for their own mistakes, and their mistakes are inherited from the mistakes made by their fathers. ”

He scanned the portraits of the ministers one by one, and stopped at the eighth to last one,

"Mr. Minister, do you think Mr. Anton Vogel, who pronounced Gellert Grindelwald not guilty, was wrong?"

"Da——" The cup with half a cup of coffee was placed heavily on the coffee table.

Thaddeus suddenly laughed,

"Mr. Greengrass, don't you think it's childish to argue about right and wrong?"

"Mr. Minister——"Resterman straightened up,

"Someone once said this to me:

People who are obsessed with the past cannot move towards the future.

I think he is right, so our Greengrass family gave up the so-called pure-blood supremacy. "

The one who can change such a deep-rooted idea must be a very important person.

From another perspective, the descendants of the Witch Party are like a plague that people dare not approach.

But can this prevent the emergence of a second Grindelwald?

"Mr. Greengrass--" Thaddeus took off his glasses,

"Did you send someone to do the Black Swan Wizard Card House thing?"

"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 difficult to tell what he was thinking.

"Whether you believe it or not, we will take further action."

Restman was so sincere that he even revealed the next arrangements.

Taking the initiative to bring up another matter meant that he basically acquiesced in his cooperation with the Umno Party.

There is of course pureblood supremacism in Germany too, and on a much larger scale than in Britain.

Durmstrang never recruits Muggle-born wizards, although the students may not reject them.

Well, it's obvious who influenced the Greengrass family.

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?"

"Found it." Restman smiled and nodded, "That's a new magic developed by Professor Dumbledore."

Not him?

But if it were 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 he favors Muggle-borns, and it's not surprising that he goes against pure-blood supremacists.

The strange thing is why we have to wait until now when we have had countless opportunities.

Because of birth,

Because of ability,

Because the wizard who met both conditions finally appeared.

"Mr. Greengrass, no one can guarantee that after driving away evil, even more evil evil will usher in."

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"Mr. Berg, you hold a sword in your hand that can cut off evil. You can swing it down with all your strength at any time."

Thaddeus picked up the coffee cup again, "Anytime?"

"Any time."

He took a sip of coffee, "It has cooled down a bit, but the taste is still mellow."

Restman drank the last sip of black tea with satisfaction, "The aroma of the tea is still there, I should be able to adapt to this taste."

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