Champs Elysées.
John stood in front of the window, fingering his white wand.
The smell of elm trees came from the window, and the light just fell into the window sill and fell on the side face of the white-haired wizard.
This is a house he found and rented at a decent price.
The landlord is an amiable old woman. Her husband died the year before last and she is raising a family by herself.
Three tightly wrapped envelopes lay on the table.
He looked deeply at the envelope.
Whether you can succeed or not depends on these three envelopes.
Each envelope has the Ouroboros symbol on it, and John needs to send it to three places.
"Credence is almost back from tour."
John inserted a mountain lily into the vase, and there was a gift box tied with a ribbon on the chair beside him.
It’s time to give this custom-made dress to Credence.
It's a farewell.
With a snap of his fingers, three letters flew into John's pocket.
"Maybe I should find a historic post office."
Picking up the gift box, John walked out of the house.
As he was going down the stairs, he met a French woman with silver hair.
"Honey, where are you going?" the woman greeted the child kindly.
Mrs. Shiraz was John's landlord, and because of John's young age, she gave him half the fee.
It was a losing deal, and John was a grateful man.
John bowed slightly and chuckled: "I'm going to a grand banquet, Mrs. Sheraz."
"Banquet? I love banquets. Have a great time." Mrs. Sheraz waved to John kindly.
"I think so. I left you some gifts for your care these past few months."
John waved goodbye to Mrs. Sheraz.
Mrs. Sheraz opened the door and saw a beautiful diamond necklace hanging from mountain lilies in a vase on the table.
"You are truly...a most elegant gentleman, Mr. Wick."
After the cruel war in the future, this necklace became a life-saving straw for Mrs. Sheraz's family.
...
Ministry of Magic.
The familiar black tone has always been the unique style of this place.
In the interrogation room.
Newt was brought in by his brother Theseus.
The three people who were already sitting here saw this scene and exchanged looks with each other.
They all knew that this was Theseus's way of protecting his younger brother.
And today's plan was also proposed by Theseus. Whether as a pureblood or the chief Auror, Theseus' words carry great weight.
Torquill Travers, Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, spoke.
"The hearing has begun."
A quill was rapidly recording their conversation.
Travers opened the file in front of him, which showed a photo of Newt's wanted poster, along with photos of the destruction of New York.
"You want to apply to lift the ban on your departure?" Travers said, "Why?"
Newt: Let me quibble, no, let me think twice.
"Because I like traveling around the world," Newt said.
"The prohibited subjects are uncooperative and evasive about the reasons for their previous departure."
The other man, Spearman, stared at Newt, waiting for Newt's answer.
The others had the same look.
The Ministry of Magic has always been afraid of one person.
Unfortunately, they all agreed that Newt was the one.
"Fieldwork, sir," Newt explained, "to collect material for the magical beasts book I'm writing."
Travers watched Newt's performance quietly, glanced at the information, and said calmly: "You destroyed half of New York."
Explain, you continue to explain.
How efficiently does your material destroy a city?
"No," Newt said anxiously, "there are two fallacies in this accusation."
"Newt!" Theseus whispered.
Newt shut up slowly, frowning.
Guzman, another dark-skinned wizard who arrived from the United States, said, "Mr. Scamander, it's obvious that you are frustrated."
"To be honest, so are we." Guzman glanced at Theseus, who was staring at him. For some reason, he felt like he was about to pull out his wand the next second. "In the spirit of concessions and negotiations, we are willing to propose a proposal. motion."
Newt looked at his brother warily, and Theseus nodded, motioning for him to listen.
Newt could only say: "What motion?"
Travers picked up the topic and said, "The committee agrees to lift your travel ban on one condition."
Newt continued to wait for the other party's terms.
Spearman leaned forward with a smile on his face: "You join the Ministry of Magic and are assigned to your brother's department."
Theseus raised the corners of his mouth slightly and gave his brother a look.
Newt: Can't reply. Thank you.
"That won't work," Newt forced a smile, "In my opinion, I... Theseus is an Auror, and my talents lie in other areas."
He refused without thinking.
Theseus returned to his expressionless expression.
"Mr. Scamander, the magical world and the non-magical world have been living in peace for more than a century." Guzman, the official of the country who suffered the scourge of Grindelwald, said, "Grindelwald wants to destroy it all."
"For a certain segment of our community, this ambition is extremely tempting."
"Many pure-blood wizards believe that they are born with the right to rule, and they are born rulers."
"Not only do they rule our world, but also the non-magical world."
"They see Grindelwald as a hero," Credence's face emerged from the puddle in the middle of the round table where several people were talking, "and Grindelwald sees this boy as the way to achieve everything."
"I'm sorry," Newt frowned and smiled as if he had heard a ridiculous joke. "You said it as if Credence was still there."
Theseus finally spoke for the second time, saying, "He escaped death, Newt."
Newt was stunned, his eyes locked on Theseus's.
Theseus nodded.
This reminded Newt of the silence he saw leaving.
"He is still alive," Theseus said. "He left New York a few months ago and is somewhere in Europe. His whereabouts are erratic. We don't know where exactly."
"but he."
The image on the table changed, and an extremely blurry white color appeared there.
"You want me to capture Credence and kill him?" Newt saw the white color and immediately thought of the Obscurial who was talking to Credence.
"Still stubborn, Scamander."
From the shadows, a person stepped out.
He was scarred and vicious-looking.
Grimson, hunter for hire.
Help the Ministry of Magic deal with some dangerous magical animals that are out of control.
The moment Newt saw him, he was extremely angry.
"What is he doing here?"
To Newt, who protects magical creatures, Grimson is a cold-blooded executioner.
Grimson sneered: "You are too weak, I will take over the job you are too weak to do."
The screen on the desktop changed back to Credence. Grimson glanced at it and said contemptuously: "Is that him?"
Not wanting to be in the same room with the executioner for a moment, Newt stood up and stalked away.
Travers denied his application for deportation.
Theseus took a deep breath, glanced at Grimson, who had taken Newt's place, and chased his brother with great skill.
The brothers met in the hallway.
Newt angrily stated that he was not the hunter Grimson was. ..
And Theseus also had his own difficulties, and only in this way could his brother's crime be alleviated.
And because Newt has taken sides with another person in the eyes of the Ministry, that's dangerous.
The Ministry of Magic's dirty tricks are no worse than Grindelwald's.
He needs to choose a side.
"I don't choose!" Newt growled.
"Newt," Theseus looked at him deeply and opened his hands, "give him a hug."
Newt didn't respond or break away, and was held by Theseus.
Theseus whispered in his ear, "They are watching you."
Between the Ministry of Magic and his younger brother, he chose his younger brother without hesitation.
As Theseus said, not long after Newt left the Ministry of Magic, he discovered that he was being watched.
He used a whirlwind magic to throw the opponent away.
In a London alley, he saw a dangling glove.
Following the guidance of his gloves, he saw a man waving to him on the dome of St. Paul's Cathedral.
The gauntlet made a handshake gesture, Newt held it, and he was apparated away.
Reappearing, he was already on top of the dome.
"Dumbledore, are all the inconspicuous rooftops crowded?"
At forty-five years old, Dumbledore's auburn hair and beard were already graying.
Newt handed the glove back to him.
Now Dumbledore no longer has the impetuous innocence of youth, nor does he still have the twilight and beard of old age.
In his prime, he has the calm and unhurried sense of control of more British men.
"I do like to enjoy the scenery." Looking at the crowd below, this place is indeed very conspicuous. Dumbledore waved his wand, "The clouds are misty."
A puff of fog rose across London, blocking prying eyes.
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