After a moment's struggle, Gresham asked, "What do I have to give?"

"Your everything," John did not shy away from it, "that you, as Minister of Magic, are to cooperate with me."

"Hehe," Gresham laughed, smiling coldly, "you think I'm going to be a puppet?" Looks like you don't know me."

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

John laughed too, and he laughed at Gresham's ignorance.

"I'm not enslaving you, I'm cooperating."

He sat across from Gresham, and the shadows of a rainy day completely covered him, as if blending into the darkness.

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

"From the time I chose you, you should have understood that I didn't need a puppet."

Yes, if you want to be a puppet, then Galder is a better choice than Gresham.

A mediocre and talented guy is not better controlled?

Gresham is not a fool, and he understands it.

So he didn't understand John's intentions even more.

"It's simple," John said, recognizing his doubts, "I prefer to work with smart people rather than a stubborn one who doesn't know how to be flexible."

Thinking of Yale Van Gresham understood.

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

Yale Van was a loyal follower of Dumbledore, and his position definitely did not make John happy.

It seems that finding a hint of John's motive has emboldened Gresham.

"Find me to work with, you want me to defeat Yale Fan?" Gresham's eyes flashed, "Aren't you afraid that after I become Minister of Magic, I will break your terms?"

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

Suddenly.

A chill grew from the soles of Gresham's feet, all the way to the Heavenly Spirit Gai.

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

He was strangled and unable to move, his mouth and nose were blocked, and he generally couldn't make a sound, or even breathe.

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

And in the darkness, the pair of vertical pupils looked at him quietly.

Watch him fall into the abyss.

Apathetic, emotionless.

Just as he was about to be completely engulfed, John spoke slowly, "You have a choice."

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, he didn't know what had just happened.

The most feared thing in his heart was almost killing him.

He only knew that the person in front of him would never be able to provoke him.

Just as he said.

Destroying the Minister of Magic is easier than becoming the Minister of Magic.

It was the sense of oppression from the Second King, and it was even more terrible from the Second Dynasty.

"You did this, and it seems that Minister Crouch was also supported by you," Gresham laughed to himself, "I used to admire him."

"Then you're not wrong to worship," John glanced at Gresham, "he's not like you, he's my friend."

Friend?

Gresham looked up at John and couldn't help asking, "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 muttered, "When I become Minister of Magic."

"I'm looking forward to that day."

John stood up and raised his hand across the void.

Golden

The passage opened, and under Gresham's astonished gaze, John stepped into it and disappeared.

The door opened, and Ludwig calmly walked in and said, "You can go."

Gresham stopped, he sat on the sofa and said angrily, "You asked me to come over with a word, and then I became the object of support by Lord Wick for some reason, don't you want to explain?"

"You already call him Lord Wick, do you need an explanation from me?" Ludwig said nonchalantly.

Gresham was speechless, and he also said it subconsciously.

After all, whoever has experienced what was almost dragged into the abyss just now can't be calm.

He said unhappily, "We are classmates, 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 sophomore year older than you."

This made Gresham's teeth itch with hatred, "Okay, you're afraid that the Second King will kill me?"

"You don't deserve it."

Ludwig said bluntly, "You weren't even a threat in his eyes."

Gresham was speechless again, and after a long silence, he looked at Ludwig seriously and asked, "Tell me, did I make the right choice?"

Becoming the Minister of Magic is not the same as his strong personality.

Ludwig said, "He never failed."

Yes, this sentence trumps everything.

"Strength is supreme, he doesn't limit the development of his men, and when you're strong enough, you'll be his friend."

Ludwig's words made Gresham's unwillingness a little less.

He got up and prepared to leave.

After all, he is not John, he can ignore the anti-illusion, and he has the ability to open a 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 used to be friends.

He wanted to find balance in Luci Vader.

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 council president had fed the dogs.

You're a son!

He walked out of the castle indignantly.

Ludwig stood on the castle overlooking Gresham, striding on the puddle in the rain.

"Remove the obstacles, Germany is in control, where is the boundary of your ambitions?"

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

The light that shone into Edgar grew brighter and brighter.

...

The situation in Germany has changed.

Ludwig dropped out of the race, and the No. 3 contender turned in favor of Gresham.

And his choice represents Durmstrang and the ancient alliance behind it.

As soon as the family that had an opinion about Gresham wanted to make a move, they were warned by the Ancient Alliance.

So that they don't dare to do it at all.

Gauld was anxious to 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 Ancient Clan restricts us from making a move," said the head of the German pure-blood family gloomily, "The Silver Hand Alliance has warned us about our business, it's not you who has an accident now, it's us all who have an accident!"

That's how terrible the Second Dynasty was.

In just a few days, the German pure-blood family collectively dumbed up.

Together, they may be able to resist, but they are not at all, they are not so united.

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

Even if Gauder was unwilling, there was no way.

He was kicked out of the contenders.

Now only Yalefan and Gresham remain.

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

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

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

The Second Dynasty was overwhelming, and this was the difference between John and Dumbledore.

...

John stayed at home and smiled as he looked at the newspaper that Basil had fetched.

With the remaining two contenders in the game, the victory has been quietly decided.

Ludwig is not Karkaroff, and during his time as headmaster, his reputation has never been lowered.

Back in Fudge's time, Dumbledore had just said two nice things about Fudge and let him get elected.

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

John put the newspaper down and reached out to touch Basil carefully.

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

Basil stopped eating the small dried fish, and he glanced at Kiki, who was eating the biscuit.

Qiqi said that he didn't know what was going on, and the other party came up with two slaps, do you know how much psychological damage the two slaps caused to the dragon?

was beaten suddenly, which neither the fire dragon nor the owl could accept.

John kind of understood, Basil was beating the owl as an after-dinner exercise.

Riddle stood on the shelf squinting, not involved in the battle between the two owls.

The little brown bear crept up the shelf, snorting at the owl's feathers.

John saw Ariana sneakily hiding at the top of the stairs and quietly cheered up the bear.

...