Serafina Pickcory looked around with a puzzled face.

Graves is the Minister of Security, how could he not attend such an important meeting!

"Did Graves take a leave of absence?"

Serafina Pickkori turned to look at the white-haired dwarf beside her.

Let's talk.

The white-haired dwarf immediately put the parchment in his arms, which was even larger than him, on the table in front of him, and quickly checked it.

"Dear Ms. Serafina Picore, Greaves is not taking any leave today......"

A moment later.

The white-haired dwarf said immediately.

"Since you didn't ask for leave, why didn't you attend this meeting for no reason?"

Serafina Pickcory's brow furrowed slightly, as if she was a little confused.

"Forget it, if you don't come, you won't come, let's continue today's meeting, oh yes, if you see him in a while, remember to ask Grevis to find me in the office!"

Serafina Pikkori then said.

"Whatever it is, one thing, as Mr. Vadroses said, is certain – it must be stopped, by all means. It scares the No-Maj, and when the No-Maj feels fear, it attacks, and that means war, isn't that what Gellert Grindelwald wanted!!

"Well, dear Chairman Serafina Pikkory, I don't know if I should tell you something!"

Outside the door.

Suddenly, there were several crisp knocks on the door.

"I've made your situation clear, Miss Goldstein, this is not the place for you."

Serafina Pickcorey was a little angry and said to Tina, who pushed the door in, "And...... Remember who you are, Miss Tina, you've long since been removed from your status by our Magic Guild!! ”

"Yes, Your Excellency, but I-"

Tina lowered her head nervously, then quickly lifted it up again.

"I said, you should know very well that this office is only for discussing very important emergencies, and your identity does not allow you to set foot in here, get out quickly."

Serafina Pickcory's voice suddenly increased in stern.

"I think I'd better talk to you about it, it's just as important....."

The more Tina spoke, the quieter her voice became, as if she had no confidence, "Alright, Your Excellency, we will get out of here." ”

Then, he hurriedly pushed Newt, who looked confused, out of the door, and turned around and disappeared into the hallway.

"We're going to do everything we can to capture Lestrange and, if possible, annihilate Grindelwald in the same way....."

In the spacious office, the Aurors continued to discuss.

The elevator descends rapidly down the long elevator shaft, leaving Tina and Newt silent along the way.

In fact, Newt has always had a very serious question in his mind - if he heard it correctly, wasn't this woman obviously dismissed? Is it a violation of the laws of the Magic Guild to arrest him?

"Squeak......

Then.

The elevator doors open.

Immediately afterward, a cramped, suffocating, windowless basement room immediately caught Newt's eye.

It's a painful contrast to the floors above. It looks like they've descended deeper underground.

This was clearly where the lower echelons of the Wizarding Congress worked, and Tina led Newt past a hundred rows of typewriters, all unmanned, crackling and autotyping, crisscrossed glass pipes hanging feebly from the ceiling above.

"Please forgive me where we waste people work." Tina said with a wry smile as Newt's attention was focused on the typewriter.

Every memo or form that is completed by a typewriter automatically folds into a paper mouse and crawls through the corresponding pipe to the office above.

But it seems that their work is not very efficient - the two rats collide together and start fighting, trying to tear each other apart. This kind of thing happens all the time.

Tina walked over to the dimly lit corner of the room, where a sign hung up: Wand Permission Office

Newt looked down and walked under the sign.

The wand permission office was only slightly larger than the storage room, and there were piles of unopened wand applications.

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

"So, do you get permission to wield a wand? All foreigners coming to New York are required to have. ”

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

"Scamander ....." Tina was sitting at her desk at the moment, scribbling on her clipboard and finding him very suspicious, "You just went to Equatorial Guinea?" ”

"I've just finished a year-long field trip, and I'm writing a book about magical creatures." Newt said lightly.

"Is that - 'Guide to Exterminating Creatures'?" Tina asked, surprised.

"Of course not." "I wanted to write this book to help people understand and understand why you should protect these animals, not kill them, and you'll actually find that, uh, they're actually very interesting and most of them very friendly — if you understand their habits, of course." ”

"Goldstein! Where is she? Where is she? Goldstein? Not far away, a man shouted.

Tina seems to be tempted to hide from the man, childishly hiding behind her office in an attempt not to be discovered, which Newt finds funny.

The voice had just fallen.

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

He immediately discovered where Tina was hiding.

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

Tina looked weak and slowly slipped out from behind the desk.

"Are you going to the investigation team to meddle again?"

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

"What .....?" Tina said with some embarrassment.

"Where did he catch you?" The middle-aged man turned to Newt.

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

Newt, on the other hand, is on the other hand.

"Sir, this is Mr. Scamander - he had a very crazy creature in his box that escaped and wreaked havoc all over New York, but luckily it has been caught, and I fear there are many more of them, sir."

She spoke quickly, as if anxious to get her heard.

"Oh, really?"

The middle-aged man's eyebrows raised slightly, full of disbelief.

(End of chapter)