After struggling internally for a moment, Gresham asked, "What do I have to give?"
"Everything about you," John said without hesitation, "after you become the Minister of Magic, you have to cooperate with me."
"Haha," Gresham smiled, coldly, "Do you think I will become a puppet? It seems you don't understand me."
Yes, as an iron-blooded Auror who has captured many dark wizards, will he be willing to become a puppet?
John laughed too, laughing at Gresham's ignorance.
"I am not a slave to you, but a cooperation."
He sat across from Gresham, the shadows of the rainy day covering him completely, as if melting into the darkness.
"I only come to you when I need to, and you're the Minister for Magic, and that won't change."
"Since I chose you, you should have understood that what I need is not a puppet."
Yes, if you want a puppet, Gauld is a better choice than Gresham.
Wouldn't it be easier to control a guy who is fatuous, ambitious, and lacking in talent?
Gresham is not a fool, and he understands this.
So he didn't understand even more what John's intention was.
"It's simple," John could see his doubts and said calmly, "I prefer to cooperate with smart people than a stubborn person who doesn't know how to adapt."
Thinking of Yale Fan, Gresham understood.
The first king and the second king, this is not a secret.
Yalefan was a loyal follower of Dumbledore, and his position would definitely make John unhappy.
It seemed that finding John's motive gave Gresham the confidence.
"You found me to cooperate. You want me to defeat Yalefan?" Gresham's eyes flashed, "Aren't you afraid that I will break your terms after becoming the Minister of Magic?"
"You won't," John said lightly, "because it would be easier for me to destroy you."
All of a sudden.
A chill came from the soles of Gresham's feet and spread all the way to Tianling Gai.
In front of his eyes, in the blurry shadows, countless darkness turned into tentacles dragging people down into the abyss.
He was strangled so tightly that he could not move. His mouth and nose were blocked and he could not make a sound or even breathe.
Watching all this in horror, his struggle was as weak as a cricket shaking a tree.
And in the darkness, the pair of vertical pupils looked at him quietly.
Watch him fall into the abyss.
Cold and emotionless.
Just when he was about to be completely engulfed, John spoke slowly: "You have a choice."...
Everything is gone.
There is no abyss, and no tentacles dragging people.
Only the man sitting opposite, hidden in the darkness, was still there.
Gresham gasped for air, he didn't know what happened just now.
His worst fear nearly killed him.
All he knew was that the person in front of him was absolutely untouchable.
Just like he said.
It's easier to destroy the Minister for Magic than to become the Minister for 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 Secretary Crouch was also supported by you," Gresham laughed at himself, "I used to admire him."
"Then you are not wrong about worshiping him," 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 come a time," Gresham said.
John raised his eyebrows.
Gresham said solemnly: "When I become the Minister of Magic."
"I look forward to that day."
John stood up and raised his hand across the void.
gold
The passage opened, and under Gresham's surprised eyes, 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 here, and then for no reason I became the one being supported by Mr. Wick. Don't you have to explain it?"
"You have already called him Mr. Wick, do you still need me to explain?" Ludwig said calmly.
Gresham was speechless, and he spoke subconsciously.
After all, no one who has experienced what happened just now and was almost dragged into the abyss can be calm.
He said unhappily: "We are classmates after all, don't you think you would send me to such a dangerous place and I will die?"
"I'm not your classmate," Ludwig said calmly, "I'm two years older than you."
This made Gresham itch with hatred, "Okay, 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, was my choice the right one?"
Being a supported Minister of Magic is different from his strong personality.
"He never failed," Ludwig said.
Yes, this sentence trumps everything.
"Strength comes first. 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 unwilling.
He stood up to leave.
After all, he is not John. He can ignore anti-Apparition and has the ability to open the portal at any time.
When he reached the door, he asked on a whim: "Are you a friend or a subordinate?"
In addition to being competitors, the two people were also friends in the past.
He wanted to find balance from Lucivid.
But a smile flashed in Ludwig's eyes and he said, "I am his friend's father, what do you think?"
Gresham took a deep breath. His admiration for the student council president was like feeding the dog.
You son of a bitch!
He walked out of the castle indignantly.
Ludwig stood on the castle overlooking Gresham striding over puddles in the rain.
"Remove the obstacles and Germany will be in control. Where is the limit of your ambition?"
As Heinrich's father, he wanted John to be as ambitious as possible.
The light shining into Edgar became more and more dazzling.
...
The situation in Germany has changed.
Ludwig dropped out of the race, and the No. 3 contender backed Gresham.
And his choice represents Durmstrang, and the ancient alliance behind it.
As soon as the families who had problems with Gresham wanted to take action, they were warned by the ancient alliance.
Let them dare not take action at all.
Gold 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 has restricted our actions," the head of the German pure-blood family said gloomily, "Silver Hand Alliance has warned our business. Now it's not you who are in trouble, it's us all!"
This is the horror of the Second Dynasty.
In just a few days, the German pure-blood family collectively fell into disarray.
They might be able to resist if they unite, but it's simply impossible. They're not that united.
What's more, other families have nothing to do, only they are hit.
No matter how unwilling Gold was, he had no choice.
He was kicked out of the ranks of contenders.
Now only Yalefan and Gresham remain.
Two people, one represents the stubbornness of the old era, and the other represents the enterprising spirit 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 weak, and they are not united.
The Second Dynasty is unstoppable, and this is the difference between John and Dumbledore.
...
John stayed at home and smiled as he looked at the newspaper that Basil had brought.
The outcome of the game between the remaining two competitors has been quietly decided.
Ludwig was not Karkaroff, and his reputation had never been lowered during the time he became the principal.
In Fudge's day, Dumbledore only had to say a few nice things about Fudge to get him elected.
Such is the influence of the three largest magic schools in Europe.
John put the newspaper down and reached out to touch Basil carefully.
He released his hand, touched his chin and said thoughtfully, "You seem to have gained weight during this period."
Basil stopped eating dried fish and glanced at Qiqi, who was eating cookies.
Qiqi said that he didn't know what was going on, but the other party slapped him twice. Do you know how much psychological damage those two slaps caused to Long?
Being beaten suddenly was something neither the fire dragon nor the owl could accept.
John finally understood that Basil was treating owl beating as an after-dinner exercise.
Riddle stood on the shelf and squinted his eyes, not participating in the fight between the two owls.
The little brown bear crept up the shelf and was about to touch the owl's feathers.
John saw Ariana sneaking around at the foot of the stairs, quietly cheering up the little bear.
...
