The legendary creator of the system

Chapter 391 The Beginning of Chaos ([-])

Seraphina Piccoli looked around in confusion.

Graves is the Minister of Security, how could he not attend such an important meeting!
"Did Graves ask for leave?"

Seraphina Piccoli turned to look at the white-haired dwarf beside her.

Stop talking.

The white-haired dwarf immediately put the sheepskin book in his arms that was even bigger than him on the table in front of him, and quickly looked it up.

"Dear Ms. Serafina Piccolo, Graves did not ask for leave today..."

After a while.

The white-haired dwarf said immediately.

"Since I didn't ask for leave, why did I not attend this meeting without any reason!"

Seraphina Piccoli frowned slightly, as if she was a little puzzled.

"Forget it, if you didn't come, you didn't come, let's continue today's meeting, oh yes, if you see him later, remember to ask Graves to find me in the office!"

Seraphina Piccoli continued.

"Whatever it is, one thing, as Mr. Wardroseth said, is for sure—it must be stopped, by all means. It will frighten No-Majs, and when No-Majs get frightened, they will attack, and then It means war, isn't that what Gellert Grindelwald wants!!!
"Um, dear Chairman Serafina Piccoli, I don't know if I should tell you something!"

Outside.

Suddenly there were several crisp knocks on the door.

"I have made your case very clear, Miss Goldstein, this is not the place for you."

Serafina Piccolo was a little angry, and said to Tina who pushed the door in: "And... Please remember your current identity, Miss Tina, you have been exempted from your status by our Magic Guild long ago! !!"

"Yes, Your Excellency, but I—"

Tina lowered her head a little nervously, then raised it up quickly.

"I said, you should be very clear that this office is only for discussing very important emergencies, and your status does not allow you to step in here, get out quickly."

Seraphina Piccoli's voice suddenly increased, extremely severe.

"I think it's better for me to talk to you about this matter. It is also of great importance...."

As Tina continued to speak, her voice became softer, as if she had no confidence, "Okay, Your Excellency Chairman, let's get out of here."

Then, he hurriedly pushed the confused Newt out of the room, turned around and entered the corridor.

"We will do our best to capture Lestrange, and if possible, we will also annihilate Grindelwald in one fell swoop..."

In the spacious office, the Aurors continued to discuss.

Tina and Newt were silent as the elevator descended rapidly down the long elevator shaft.

In fact, there was always a very serious question in Newt's mind - if he heard correctly just now, wasn't this woman obviously dismissed?Does arresting him violate the laws of the Magic Guild?
"Squeak..."

At this time.

The elevator door opens.

Immediately afterwards, a cramped, stuffy, windowless basement room came into Newt's eyes.

A painful contrast to the floors above.It seems that they have descended to a relatively deep place underground.

This is obviously where the lower ranks of the Magic Council work. Tina led Newt past a hundred typewriters lined up, all of them unmanned, snapping and typing automatically, with criss-crossing glass pipes coming from above. The ceiling hung limply.

"Where we bastards work, excuse me," Tina said with a wry smile, while Newt focused on his typewriter work.

Every memo or form completed by the typewriter automatically folds into a paper mouse that scrambles through the corresponding pipes to the offices above.

But it doesn't look like they're working very efficiently - the two rats bump into each other and start fighting, trying to tear each other apart.This kind of thing happens a lot.

Tina walked to a dark corner of the room where a sign hung: Wand Licensing Office

Newt bowed his head and walked under the sign.

The Wand Licensing Office was only slightly larger than a storage room, and it contained piles of unopened wand applications.

Tina stopped behind a desk, took off her coat and hung it up, took off her hat and put it on the table.She wanted to save some face in front of Newt, so she showed a businesslike Mo Yan, busy processing documents.

"So, have you got permission to wield a wand? All foreigners coming to New York must have one."

"I applied by post a few weeks ago," Newt lied.

"Scamander..." Tina was sitting on the desk at the moment, scribbling on the clipboard, and found him very suspicious, "Have you been to Equatorial Guinea just now?"

"I just finished a year of fieldwork and I'm writing a book about magical creatures," Newt said lightly.

"It's one of those—'Guide to Extinct Creatures'?" Tina asked in surprise.

"Of course not," Newt said. "I wanted to write this book to help people understand and understand why these animals should be protected instead of killed. You will actually find that, uh, they are actually very interesting and huge. Some are very friendly—if you know their habits, of course."

"Goldstein! Where is she? Where is she? Goldstein?" A man shouted not far away.

Tina seemed eager to hide from this man, and Newt found it funny as she hunched childishly in the back of the office, trying not to be seen.

The voice just fell.

A middle-aged man with a big belly walked in. He was an arrogant, inflexible official, and he was very rude to his subordinates, as could be seen from his behavior.

He immediately saw where Tina was hiding.

"Goldstein! What are you doing! Don't hide!" the middle-aged man snapped.

Tina looked guilty, and slowly got out from behind the table.

"Did you go to the investigation team to meddle in other people's business again?"

"No—" Tina was about to defend herself, but the middle-aged man continued, "Where did you go?"

"What...?" Tina said awkwardly.

"Where did he get you?" the middle-aged man turned to Newt.

"Me?" Newt quickly looked at Tina, who shook her head with an urgent expression.

Newt hesitated.

"Sir, this is Mr. Scamander - a very insane creature escaped from his box and wreaked havoc all over New York, luckily it was brought back, and I fear there are more of them, sir .”

She spoke very fast, as if she was eager for the other party to hear her words.

"Oh, is it?"

The middle-aged man frowned slightly, full of disbelief.

(End of this chapter)