However, he was not sure of taking down Erwin.
This teenage boy is truly terrifying.
The pressure on him was too great.
At this moment, there was a knock on the door.
Erwin stood up and opened the door.
His back was to Trevikon.
It looks completely defenseless.
Trevikon clenched the wand in his hand, and there was a mad struggle in his heart.
At this time, a killing curse comes.
He didn't believe that Erwin could escape in this situation.
But he always felt that if he used the killing curse, something terrible would happen.
Just as Trevikon hesitated.
Erwin had already opened the door.
A waiter stood at the door pushing a cart.
"Sir, may I bring in the tea and coffee you ordered?"
Erwin nodded.
Then the waiter came into the room pushing a cart.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw the stupid director's brother lying on the ground.
But he didn't say much, and there was not even a look of fear on his face.
It was obvious that this person had seen many such scenes.
This also shows how chaotic things are abroad.
Coffee and black tea were placed on the table, one cup of coffee and two cups of black tea.
It's steaming hot at this time.
The waiter bowed to Erwin: "Sir, if you need anything else, you can call and contact your butler!"
Erwin nodded, smiled, and pulled a bill from his pocket, handing it to the waiter.
The waiter gladly accepted it.
Before leaving, he asked again, "Sir, do you need someone to help you clean up the extra stuff? The hotel has this service!"
When the waiter said this, he glanced at the idiot on the ground.
It's obvious what the waiter was talking about as extra things!
Erwin smiled and said, "No need, thank you! I can handle it myself!"
The waiter said, "It's my pleasure to serve you, sir!"
After the waiter left.
Erwin sat back on the sofa, picked up the spoon next to the cup and stirred it gently.
Then he said, "I always thought my butler was lying to me. He told me that the taste of coffee is related to the quality of water, the temperature and the cooking method! But I thought it was only related to the coffee beans. Now it seems that my butler is right! This taste is really different. Mr. Trevicorn, don't you want to try this cup of black tea? You probably rarely come to the Muggle world to drink black tea. What's the difference between it and your magical world?"
Trevicon frowned.
If he did have some contempt for Erwin in his heart at the beginning.
After Irving took action, he began to take it seriously.
So at this moment, he was afraid.
He really couldn't understand what kind of confidence Erwin had to expose all the plans of others and still talk to them about the taste of coffee and black tea. Couldn't Erwin realize that he had just walked under the scythe of the Grim Reaper?
If he had taken action just now, something very bad would have happened.
Erwin put down his coffee cup and said, "Actually, you really should have tried to cast a curse on my back just now. Maybe you could have killed me, and then your plan would have been hidden from everyone! What a pity you didn't seize the opportunity. If you want to kill me now, you'll have to fight me head-on. So, Mr. Trevicorn, do you want to try?"
A drop of cold sweat had already slid down Trivikon's forehead without him noticing.
Sure enough, Erwin knew that he had really thought about it.
He did it on purpose, he exposed the flaw to him on purpose.
His feeling was not wrong. If he had taken action just now, something terrible would have happened!
Erwin looked at Trevikon leisurely.
Leaning lazily on the sofa.
There were flaws all over his body, but Trevikon didn't dare to take action at all.
There was a stalemate for a moment.
Trevicorn sighed. "Mr. Cavendish, what exactly do you want to do? What is your purpose?"
Erwin smiled and said, "It seems that you have rejected the temptation to attack me! As for what I want, why not first tell me the bargaining chip I intend to give you!"
Trevicon asked doubtfully, "Chips?"
Erwin nodded. "I believe in a saying: everyone has his or her own value. The moment the sound of the gold galleon rings, all opposing voices will be silenced! As long as your chips are strong enough, there is nothing in this world that is impossible! And the chips I intend to offer you should be what you care about most: rights!"
Trevicon was stunned.
Then he said: "Rights? I don't understand!"
Erwin said, "Are you really satisfied with being the head of the Auror Office? Don't you want to continue to climb the ladder? Think about it, if one day you take the position of a minister, what will you be like?"
Trevikon's eyes lit up instantly.
Minister for Magic, of course he had thought about it.
He had fantasized countless times about the day when he would become Minister of Magic.
But he has no supporters and no foundation.
Therefore, he had a hard time even becoming the director of the Auror Office. If there were no special opportunities, he would probably continue to sit in the position of deputy director until his age reached the Auror retirement standard, and then he would be cleared out of the Auror team and become a poor clerical staff member until the day he died.
But now, Irving actually put up such a big chip.
It was hard for him not to be tempted.
However, Trevicon has always been a cautious person.
He shook his head. "Mr. Cavendish, you're joking. I've never had such ambitions. My current position is quite good!"
Erwin smiled and said, "Of course, you can say whatever you want. Cavendish never makes promises lightly, but Cavendish's promises will always come true! You can consider whether you want to cooperate with me!"
Trevikon looked thoughtful and was about to continue arguing with Erwin.
Erwin suddenly changed the subject.
"As for my purpose in coming to Bolin, on the one hand, I came here to have some fun. After all, it's my vacation! I need to travel. On the other hand, I want to go to Nurmengard! Please help me arrange it. I'll go tomorrow!"
Trevicorn was shocked: "Nurmengard? No, absolutely not, it is a restricted area. Unless you have permission from the Ministry of Magic, you cannot go near it!"
Erwin said, "This has nothing to do with me. I'm going to Nurmengard tomorrow. This is my schedule. I've already told you. If you have any problems, you can find a way! The so-called approval document is just a joke. There are no restrictions on saints entering and leaving Nurmengard, right? Or do you think I don't have the strength to force my way into Nurmengard? Mr. Trevicorn, figure out who you are talking to. Now, you can leave. Tomorrow I will have an official Muggle car take me to the vicinity of Nurmengard, and you come and take me in! See you tomorrow!"
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