Wizards of Hogwarts

A month later.

London is covered with clouds, inside the British Ministry of Magic.

This is a long, deep and splendid hall, with dark wooden floors that have been polished to a bright and attractive place; the peacock blue ceiling is inlaid with gleaming golden symbols, which are constantly moving and changing.

The walls on all sides are lined with dark, shiny wooden boards, and many gilded fireplaces are embedded in the wooden boards. Every few seconds, with a soft popping sound, a wizard will suddenly appear from a fireplace on the left. .And to the right, there were several people lining up in front of each fireplace, waiting to leave.

In the middle of the foyer is a fountain, and in the middle of the circular pool stands a group of pure gold statues. The tallest among them is a noble wizard, holding a wand high and pointing straight to the sky.Surrounding him were a beautiful witch, a centaur, a goblin and a house elf. The centaurs, goblins and house elves all looked up at the two wizards with infinite admiration.

Compared with the magnificent Magical Capitol Building in the United States, the interior decoration of the British Ministry of Magic is more profound and formal, especially the huge group of statues, which are full of discrimination against non-wizard creatures.

Newt sat alone in the dark waiting area, holding a copy of The Fellowship of the Ring newly published by Obscurus Books in his hand, reading with gusto, while the thin Bowtruckle Pickett tugged on one of his sleeves. Loose thread swing.

When Newt read the poem "All the rings belong to the One, the One guides them all, the One Ring calls them all, and all the rings return to the darkness", a steady and powerful sound of footsteps reached his ears. inside.

"They are waiting for you, Newt." The speaker was a tall witch with a beautiful face and a smile. "What are you looking at?"

Leta Lestrange, Newt's childhood sweetheart and his sister-in-law.

Embarrassed, Newt closed the Fellowship of the Ring and put it into the pocket where the Seamless Stretch Charm had been cast.

"Lita," Newt's face turned slightly red, "Why are you here?"

"Theseus thought it would be nice for me to join the Ministry family," Leta replied.

Newt laughed: "He actually said the Ministry of Magic family, which is exactly what someone like him would say."

The two of them walked down the corridor, the atmosphere tense and awkward.

"You haven't come to dinner at all. Theseus is a little disappointed." Rita tugged her hair on her forehead and pushed it behind her ears. "We invited you, but you didn't come."

Newt replied uncomfortably: "I've been busy."

Leta's words, and the meaning behind her words, made the sound of the magical sweeping machine sweeping the floor around her, the house elves cleaning the windows, and the sound of owls flying overhead become difficult to hear.

Newt once again realized the true identity of the witch next to him. He was no longer a good friend in the past, but

"He's your brother, Newt, and he wants to stay with you a little longer." Leta paused, then said simply, "Me too."

The two of them could already see the two formidable doors leading to the conference hall.

At the same time, Theseus Scamander standing at the door also appeared in the eyes of Newt and Leta.

Theseus is very similar to Newt, except that he is more calm and cheerful. His face is also dotted with many small freckles, but his appearance in suits and ties is more formal than Newt's.

A few months ago, Theseus was crowned "The Most Charming Wizard among the Witches of the Ministry of Magic" through such a graceful appearance, coupled with his illustrious reputation and the title of war hero.

Of course, with the engagement ceremony held, Theseus's attractiveness also declined a lot. There is still a big difference between unmarried and married.

"Hello." Theseus winked at his fiancée, then turned to Newt.

"Theseus," Leta said, "we were just talking about Newt coming to dinner."

"Really okay." Theseus looked a little surprised, but he immediately focused on business again, "Newt, before we go in, I have..."

"This is the fifth time I've come here to apply for exit permission," Newt interrupted Theseus, "I know the rules."

"This time is different from before. In addition to the reviewers, there are other people in the interrogation room." Theseus said, "Just try not to have any prejudices, okay? Then, don't..."

Theseus gestured to Newt's gray coat, messy hair, and the Bowtruckle that was poking its head out.

However, Newt felt that he was formal enough. He at least wore a bow tie.

Newt and Theseus walked into the interrogation room, and Newt was a little surprised by the people sitting in the room.

Sitting on the main seat was Torquill Travers, the Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement of the Ministry of Magic, a "review officer" with an unexpectedly high status.Sitting next to him were two strange wizards. Newt did not recognize them, but Theseus knew that they were Arnold Guzman from the United States and Rudolf Spearman from Germany.

Spielman was the representative of the German wizards who was responsible for bringing Grindelwald back to Europe. However, with Grindelwald's successful escape, Spielman's reputation plummeted, and he still had the marks left on his face when Grindelwald escaped. The scars, even the blood marks on the neck from the bite of the sheep-eating beast, have not gone away.

Newt and Theseus sat down on the two empty chairs.

Travers began to preside over the hearing. A document in front of him contained Newt's wanted warrant when he was in the United States, as well as pictures of New York after the Silence destroyed it.

"You want to apply to lift the travel ban on you." Travers said, "Why?"

Newt responded like he did last time: "Because I like traveling around the country."

"The person who was detained for leaving the country was uncooperative and evasive about the reasons for the previous trip." Spearman read the document in front of him.

Travers frowned without trace. He didn't like this German guy who was overstepping his duties.

"That was just a field trip, sir." Newt looked at the wizard he didn't know, and at the same time he was wondering what was chewing out the scar on Spearman's neck. "It was for the book I was writing at the time. Book collection about magical animals.”

"You destroyed half of New York," Travers said.

"No," Newt said seriously, "from a real point of view, these two items you mentioned are not correct. First of all, it is not me."

"Newt" Theseus said softly but firmly.

Newt closed his mouth and frowned.

Mr. Guzman, who came from the United States, spoke: "Mr. Scamander, obviously you are frustrated, and to be honest, we are too. In the spirit of concession negotiation, we are willing to make a proposal."

“What advice”

"The committee agreed to revoke your travel ban on one condition." Travers said, leaning forward slightly, "You join the Ministry of Magic and then be assigned to your brother's department."

Newt said directly: "I won't go. Theseus is an Auror, but my talents are in other fields."

"Mr. Scamander" Guzman waved his wand, and an illusory human face appeared on the table.

The jarhead hairstyle made Newt instantly recognize who it was Credence Barebone.

"Grindelwald wanted to destroy the peaceful coexistence between the wizarding and non-magical worlds, and he saw this boy as a way to achieve that," Guzman said.

"It seems that you have finally discovered the fact that Credence is still alive." Newt sneered. He clearly remembered that Tina told the people at MACUSA about this, but those people didn't believe her at all. Na's words were said to be alarmist.

"Miss Goldstein is indeed a very perceptive witch," Guzman said without any embarrassment.

Newt felt a little happy and proud in his heart, as if Guzman was praising him himself.

"Credence Barebone is indeed alive," Theseus said. "He left New York a few months ago. He should be somewhere in Europe now. We don't know exactly where, but"

"You want me to capture Credence and kill him," Newt said expressionlessly, his heart cold.

"Still stubborn Scamander." A low-pitched, sinister laugh came from the shadow in the corner, and a scarred, fierce-looking middle-aged wizard walked out of it.

"Grimson" Newt looked at Theseus quite angrily. He never imagined that one day he would be in the same room with a notorious hunter of magical animals.

"What's he doing here?" Newt shouted to the others in the room.

"You are too weak, I will take over the work that you can't do." Grimson walked towards a few people. He walked to the table and pointed at the ghostly virtual image of Credence floating on the table. , every action is frivolous, "that's him"

Newt stood up angrily and strode toward the door.

"Exit application denied," Travers pronounced.

"Well, gentlemen, it looks like I got the job." Grimson smiled maliciously.