I swung my greatsword at Hogwarts

Champs Elysees.

John stood by the window, stroking his white wand with his fingers.

The smell of elm came from outside the window, and the light just fell into the window sill and fell on the profile of the white-haired wizard.

It was a house he had found and was renting for a decent price.

The landlord is an amiable old lady. Her husband died the year before last and she is raising a family by herself.

There were three tightly packed envelopes on the table.

He took a deep look at the envelope.

Whether it can be successful depends on these three envelopes.

Each envelope has the Ouroboros logo on it, and John needs to send it to three places.

"Credence is almost back on tour, too."

John put a mountain lily in a vase, and a gift box tied with a ribbon was placed on a chair beside it.

This custom-made dress should also be handed over to Credence.

It was a farewell.

With a snap of his fingers, three letters flew into John's pocket.

"Maybe I should look for an old post office."

Picking up the gift box, John walked out of the house.

As he descended the stairs, he met a French woman with silvery hair.

"Honey, where are you going?" The woman greeted the child kindly.

Mrs. Shiraz is John's landlord, and because she thinks that John is still young, she will give him half of the fee.

It was a losing business, and John was a grateful man.

John bowed slightly and said with a light smile, "I'm going to a grand banquet, Mrs. Shiraz."

"Banquet? I like banquets. I wish you a happy one." Mrs. Shiraz waved to John kindly.

"I think so. I have left you some presents, which I have taken care of these months."

John waved goodbye to Mrs Shiraz.

Mrs. Shiraz opened the door, and she saw a beautiful diamond necklace hanging on mountain lilies on the vase on the table.

"You are... a gentleman of the utmost elegance, Mr. Wick."

After the brutal war in the future, this necklace became the lifeline of Mrs. Shiraz'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 exchanged glances when they saw this scene.

They all knew that this was Theseus' way of protecting his brother.

And today's plan was also proposed by Theseus. Whether as a pure blood or as the chief Auror, Theseus' words carry great weight.

Torquil Travers, Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, spoke.

"The hearing begins."

A quill is rapidly recording their conversation.

Travers opened the file in front of him, printed with a photo of Newt's wanted warrant, with a photo of the destruction of New York.

"You want to apply to have your travel ban lifted?" Travers said. "Why?"

Newt: Let me quibble, no, let me think twice.

"Because I like to travel abroad," Newt said.

"Prohibit the object of non-cooperation, and avoid the major reasons for the previous exit."

The other, Spielman, stares at Newt, waiting for Newt's answer.

The same is true for other people.

The Ministry of Magic has always been jealous of a person.

Unfortunately, they all agreed that Newt belonged to that person.

"Fieldwork, sir," Newt explained, "gathering material for a book I'm working on on magical animals."

Travers quietly watched Newt's performance, glanced at the information, and said flatly, "You ruined half of New York."

Explain, you continue to explain.

How does your material efficiently destroy a city?

"No," Newt said anxiously, "There are two fallacies in this accusation."

"Newt!" Theseus whispered.

Newt shut his mouth slowly, frowning.

Guzman, another dark-skinned wizard who came from the United States, said: "Mr. Scamander, it is obvious that you are very depressed."

"Honestly, so do we." Guzman glanced at Theseus, who was staring at himself. For some reason, he felt that he was about to pull out his wand in the next second, "In the spirit of compromise and negotiation, we are willing to propose a motion."

Newt looked warily at his brother, and Theseus nodded, motioning him to listen.

Newt could only ask, "What motion?"

Travers picked up the topic and said: "The committee agrees to revoke your travel ban on one condition."

Newt continued to wait for the other party's conditions.

Spielman leaned forward with a smile on his face: "You join the Ministry of Magic and are specially assigned to your brother's department."

Theseus raised the corner of his mouth slightly, giving his brother a look.

Newt: Can't read back, thanks.

"That's not okay," Newt forced a smile, "In my opinion, I... Theseus is an Auror, and my talent lies in other fields."

He refused without thinking.

Theseus turned expressionless.

"Mr. Scamander, the wizarding world and the non-magic world have lived in peace for more than a century," said Guzman, a national official who suffered from Grindelwald's scourge. "Grindelwald wants to destroy it all."

"For a certain part of our community, this ambition is very seductive."

"Many pure-blood wizards believe in the right to rule, that they are born to rule."

"Not only to rule our world, but also the non-magical world."

"They see Grindelwald as a hero," said Credence's face in a puddle of water in the middle of a round table where they were talking, "and Grindelwald sees this boy as the means to everything."

"I'm sorry," Newt frowned, and he smiled as if he had heard an absurd joke, "You say that as if Credence is still there."

Theseus finally spoke a second time and said, "He's narrowly escaped, Newt."

Newt froze, his eyes fixed on Theseus's.

Theseus nodded.

It reminded Newt of the piece he had seen leaving silently.

"He is still alive," Theseus said. "Leaving New York a few months ago, somewhere in Europe, where he is erratically, and we don't know exactly where."

"but he."

The image on the table changed, and a very blurry white appeared there.

"You want me to capture Credence and kill him?" Newt saw the white, and immediately thought of the silent man who was talking to Credence.

"Still stubborn, Scamander."

In the shadows, a person stepped out.

He was scarred and had a sinister face.

Grimson, the hired hunter.

Take care of some uncontrolled magical animals causing danger for the Ministry of Magic.

The moment Newt saw him, he was furious.

"What is he doing here?"

To Newt, who protects Fantastic Beasts, Grimson is a cold-blooded executioner.

Grimson sneered, "You're too weak, I'll take over the work you can't do."

The screen on the desktop changed back to Credence, and Grimson glanced at him, and said contemptuously, "That's him?"

Not wanting to be in the same room with the executioner for a moment, Newt got up and strode away.

Travers denied his application to leave the country.

Theseus took a deep breath, glanced at Grimson who took Newt's place, and chased his brother skillfully.

The brothers met in the hallway.

Newt testifies that he is not Grimson's hunter.

And Theseus also has his own difficulties, and only in this way can his brother's crime be mitigated.

And because Newt had already sided with someone else in the eyes of the Ministry, it was dangerous.

The dirty tricks of the Ministry of Magic are no worse than Grindelwald.

He needs to choose a side.

"I don't choose!" Newt growled.

"Newt," Theseus looked at him deeply, spreading his hands, "give me a hug."

Newt didn't respond or break free, and was hugged by Theseus.

Theseus whispered in his ear, "They're 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 found himself being watched.

He threw the opponent away with a whirlwind spell.

In an alley in London, he saw a dangling glove.

Looking through the glove, he saw a person waving to him on the dome of St. Paul's Cathedral.

The glove made a handshake gesture, Newt held it, and he was apparated away.

Appearing again, he is already on the dome.

"Dumbledore, the inconspicuous roof is packed?"

Dumbledore, 45, has graying auburn hair and beard.

Newt handed him the gloves back.

Now Dumbledore does not have the impetuous innocence of youth, nor the twilight and beard of old age.

He is at the peak of his life, and more British men have a sense of calm and unhurried grasp.

"I really like to enjoy the scenery." Looking at the crowd below, this place is really conspicuous, Dumbledore waved his wand, "The clouds and mist are misty."

A puff of fog rose across London, obscuring prying eyes.

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