Champs-Élysées.

John stood in front of the window, finger rubbing his white wand.

The smell of elms came from the window, and the light poured right into the windowsill and on the side face of the white-haired wizard.

This is a house he found and rented it for a decent price.

The landlord was an amiable old woman who had died the year before and was raising the family alone.

Three tightly packed envelopes sit on the table.

He looked deeply at the envelope.

Whether it can succeed or not depends on these three envelopes.

Each envelope had an Ouroboros logo on it, and John had to send it to three places.

"Credence is almost back from tour."

John inserts a mountain lily into a vase, and a gift box with a ribbon is placed on a chair next to him.

It's time for this custom-made dress to be handed over 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 descended the stairs, he met a French woman with silver hair.

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

Mrs. Sheraz was John's landlord, and she gave him half of the fee because of John's young age.

It was a loss-making business, and John was a grateful man.

John bowed slightly and chuckled, "I'm going to a big feast, Lady Sheraz."

"Banquet? I love banquets, and I wish you a pleasant one." Mrs. Sheraz kindly waved to John.

"I think so, I've left you some gifts to take care of for the past few months."

John waved goodbye to Mrs. Sheraz.

Mrs. Sherads opened the door, and she saw a beautiful diamond necklace hanging from a mountain lily on a vase on the table.

"You're a ...... A gentleman of the utmost elegance, Mr. Wick."

After the arrival of the cruel war in the future, this necklace became a lifesaver for Mrs. Sheraz's family.

...

Ministry of Magic.

The familiar black tones have 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 meeting and exchanged glances with each other.

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's words are extremely weighty.

Tokir Travers, the head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, spoke.

"The hearing begins."

A quill is quickly recording their conversation.

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

"You want to apply for the removal of the exit prohibition order against you?" Travers said, "Why?"

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

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

"The object of the prohibition is not cooperative, and the reason for the previous exit is avoided and trivialized."

The other, Spearman, stared at Newt, waiting for Newt's answer.

The others looked the same.

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

Unfortunately, however, they agreed that Newt was that man's man.

"Field trip, sir," Newt explained, "gather material for the magical beasts book I'm writing."

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

Explain, you continue to explain.

How efficiently does your material destroy a city?

"No," Newt was a little anxious, "there are two fallacies in this accusation."

"Newt!" Theseus spoke softly.

Newt slowly shut up, his brow furrowed.

Another dark-skinned wizard from America, Guzman, spoke, "Mr. Scamander, it's obvious that you're frustrated."

"Honestly, so do we." Guzmán glanced at Theseus, who was staring at him, and didn't know why, feeling that he was about to pull out his wand in the next second, "In the spirit of concession negotiation, we are willing to put forward a motion."

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

Newt had no choice but to say, "What motion?"

Travers picked up the topic and said, "The committee agreed to lift your exit ban on the country on one condition."

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

Spearman leaned forward, a smile on his face, "You joined the Ministry of Magic, sent to your brother's ministry."

The corners of Theseus' mouth rose slightly, giving her brother a look.

Newt: I can't read it back, thank you.

"It's not going to work," Newt chuckled, "in my opinion, I'm ...... Theseus is an Auror, and my talents lie in other areas."

He refused without thinking about it.

Theseus reverted to expressionlessness.

"Mr. Scamander, the wizarding and non-magical worlds have lived together peacefully for over a century." Guzmán, a state official who suffered from Grindelwald's scourge, said, "Grindelwald wants to destroy it all."

"For a certain part of our community, it's a very tempting ambition."

"Many pure-blood wizards believe that they are born to rule, and that they are born to rule."

"Not only the worlds that rule us, but also the non-magical worlds."

"They see Grindelwald as a hero," Credence's face appeared in a puddle in the middle of the round table where they talked, "and Grindelwald saw the boy as the way to achieve it all."

"I'm sorry," Newt frowned, a smile that he heard a ridiculous joke, "you feel like Credence is still there."

Theseus finally spoke a second time and said, "He survived, Newt."

Newt froze, his eyes fixed on Theseus' eyes.

Theseus nodded.

It reminded Newt of the piece he had seen and departed silently.

"He's alive." "I left New York a few months ago, somewhere in Europe, and my whereabouts are erratic, and we don't know where."

"But...... him."

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

"You want me to capture Credence and kill him?" When Newt saw white, he immediately thought of the silent man who had spoken to Credence.

"Still stubborn, Scamander."

In the shadows, out of a person.

He was scarred and had a vicious face.

Grimson, a hunter for hire.

Solve some uncontrolled and dangerous magical beasts for the Ministry of Magic.

The moment Newt saw him, he was furious.

"What is he doing here?"

For Newt, who protects magical beasts, Grimson is a cold-blooded executioner.

Grimson sneered, "You're too weak to do the job."

The image on the table changed back to Credence, and Grimson glanced at it and said contemptuously, "Is that him?"

Newt didn't want to be in the same room with the executioner for a moment, and he got up and strode away.

Traverse denied his application to leave the country.

Theseus took a deep breath and swept his gaze over Grimson, who had taken Newt's place, and pursued his brother with great skill.

The brothers meet in the hallway.

Newt irritates and says he's not the hunter from Grimson....

And Theseus also has his own troubles, only in this way can his brother's guilt be reduced.

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

The Ministry of Magic's dirty methods are no worse than Grindelwald's.

He needs to choose a team.

"I don't choose!" Newt growled.

"Newt," Theseus looked at him deeply, his hands outstretched, "hug it."

Newt did not respond or break free, and was held by Theseus.

Theseus whispered in his ear, "They're spying on you."

Between the Ministry of Magic and his younger brother, he did not hesitate to choose his younger brother.

As Theseus said, not long after Newt left the Ministry of Magic, he found himself being watched.

He shook them off with a whirlwind spell.

In a London alley, he saw a hanging glove.

Following the glove guidance, he saw a man waving to him on the dome of St. Paul's Cathedral.

The glove makes a handshake gesture, Newt holds the glove, and he is taken away by the apparition.

Again he appeared on the dome.

"Dumbledore, the inconspicuous rooftops are crowded?"

At the age of forty-five, Dumbledore's russet hair and beard had turned gray.

Newt gave him the gloves back.

Now Dumbledore has no youthful impetuous innocence, nor does he have the twilight and beard of old age.

He is in his prime, and more British men have a sense of unhurried grasp.

"I do like to enjoy the scenery," Dumbledore waved his wand, looking at the crowd below, "misty."

A cloud of fog rose across London, obscuring the view of prying eyes.

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