As a city destroyer, Newt is fundamentally different from William and Hermione.

That's right, William needs to identify himself! (wash white)

It was always someone else who wanted to destroy the city. Under forced circumstances, William and Hermione went with the mission of saving.

In this process, it is inevitable that the bottles and cans will be smashed and the flowers and plants will be injured.

Wanted by the Ministry of Magic, wounding a few Aurors in the way, destroying a building or two of historical value... that's understandable.

They ended up saving more people!

Old Man Newt was quite different.

His box can hold a Forbidden Forest... If you don't lose some weird little animals, it's just like Hogwarts when there is no accident on Halloween...

Too fake!

In a way, Newt is the real rich man.

Over the years, after destroying so many cities, it is still alive and kicking.

This is worth thinking about.

He was not imprisoned for life, and he did not go bankrupt because of the high compensation fee!

Sure enough, by cultivating super sniffers, has Newt embarked on a path to become rich?

Anyway, the sniffles of Newt's house are different from those of others.

Annoying it, even the Dark Lord dares to steal it from you... so brave!

So stealing a Malfoy and destroying the tent is no big deal.

Just be happy.

The two thieves were obviously having a good time.

Fudge was not so happy, though.

He was extremely angry.

(charge)

That's it? ! (roars out)

Ludo Bagman swore to him that nothing would go wrong...that's all?

"Where did the magical creatures come from?" Fudge said angrily, "How can you bring animals to the Quidditch World Cup?!"

He roared at Delix who was beside him, "Catch them immediately and send them to the Dangerous Animals Disposal Committee..."

Fudge suddenly remembered that there was still a lot of jewelry and Galleons on that Sniffle.

There must be more treasures in its belly.

hehe~

He immediately changed his mind and said, "No, send it to me first. I'll check carefully to see if there are any black magic items!"

Fudge thought for a while and continued: "Go find the owner again and check if he has a breeding license. If not, send it to Azkaban."

"And if so, sir?"

"Just give it to me... fork it out!"

"Yes, Mr. Minister!" Delix said loudly, "I promise to complete the task."

Since the last time he lost Black, he had completely lost Fudge's trust.

The Minister gave Kingsley all his tenderness, and to him he looked like a new man better than an old man.

Now that Kingsley is not around, Delix must seize the opportunity to lick the minister comfortably.

He must find Sniff and Bird Snake, and then follow the vine to find the owner.

However, Delix was obviously unable to find it, because a ring suddenly appeared on William's right hand.

The bird snake curled up in his hand.

The group continued to move forward. After they left, William glanced back, and many wizards rushed over and took the peacocks away.

A few peacocks look like Malfoy's well-kept pets, and they are expensive.

It's a pity to be fired. This is a bit like using expensive tea leaves to make tea eggs, using fifty years of Maotai to sterilize, and using the BMW 5-series engine to press the smell on the tractor.

They walked some distance, and Fudge took the initiative to ask Nicole.

William realized it later, and after dealing with it many times, he finally reacted.

No wonder, Fudge has been so eager to him lately, even taking Malfoy's black money and secretly releasing the hippogriff-Buckbeak.

Because he thought Nico was dying.

A few years ago, Dumbledore released the news: Nicole Lemay destroyed the Philosopher's Stone, determined to give up his long life.

This is complete bullshit, fake news deliberately released by Dumbledore.

After fifty, people will find out: Nico, who has been talking about dying, is still alive when he is seven hundred years old.

Niko just felt that the magic world was too dangerous and was going to change to a trumpet.

I don't know if Voldemort believed it or not, but Fudge believed it anyway. He started eyeing the so-called legacy.

Who should give such a huge legacy that can even cause global inflation and a drop in gold prices?

Numerous rumors and facts have proved that Nico is William's teacher, so his alchemy skills are so powerful.

Give this student any number of points, and the Starks could become one of the wealthiest families in the British wizarding world.

Fudge is raising pigs, waiting to cut William's leeks.

Thinking of this clearly, William couldn't help laughing.

But it didn't remind the minister of one thing: even if you die of old age, Nicole will not die.

The reality is so cruel.

When he was about to reach the other side of the station, Fudge suddenly raised his hand and waved his green hat vigorously.

"Hey, Merlin's ass! It's that old Horace!" Fudge was excited. "I haven't seen him in a long time!"

William looked up and saw three wizards standing in the distance, talking.

Seeing a large group of Ministry of Magic officials, several of them shut up.

"What are you talking about?" Fudge said as he approached. "Batti?"

Barty Crouch...William had heard of him when he was in school, his niece Judy had mentioned it many times.

Crouch looked to be in his fifties, with a straight back and stiff movements, in a crisp, immaculate suit and tie.

The mustache was short, as if trimmed to a slide rule, and the shoes were polished.

It looks like a stern wizard.

Facing Fudge's inquiries, Crouch just gave him a sharp look and immediately said, "Ali Bashir asked me to talk about the flying carpet."

"Oh, of course, Barty." Fudge smirked: "You are the director of the International Magic Exchange and Cooperation Department. This kind of cross-border trade is indeed under your jurisdiction."

"So, what's wrong?" Fudge looked at the wizard businessman from Egypt.

"Mr. Minister." Bashir wronged Baba and said:

"I spoke to Mr. Weasley about it. He said my rugs are on the Prohibited Magic Items Register and are defined as Muggle artefacts."

"Is there such a thing?" Fudge thought for two seconds, smiled, and shook his head: "Since there are express rules, then I can't help it.

We have to respect... the law. "

Fudge's face was just awe-inspiring.

"However, if there is anything else, you can come to me at any time," he hinted.

William just listened to a few words and understood what was going on.

Two years ago, Mr Weasley introduced a Muggle Protection Act.

By virtue of this law, Mr. Weasley searched the Malfoy home several times for dark magic items.

Finally, in a fit of anger, Malfoy threw Voldemort's diary to Ron, causing the Chamber of Secrets to be opened.

The consequences of this law go far beyond that.

Because the "Muggle Protection Act" expressly stipulates that it is forbidden to use magic on Muggle objects with the intention of use, so that it can add additional functions.

Ali Bashir was a businessman who wanted to export flying carpets to England.

Flying carpets are very popular in the Arab world.

Although wizards in the UK prefer to use brooms as a travel tool, Bashir believes there is still room for flying carpets in the family transport market.

It's a bit of selling combs to monks; selling guns to wizards.

However, because of the protection law, the Magic Carpet has a register of prohibited magic items, so it cannot be sold.

Bashir was reluctant to part with the British market, and after talking with Mr. Weasley to no avail, he paid a price to ask for a relationship and found Crouch.

Crouch is the director of the International Exchange Department, and he can speak as long as it is related to international trade.

But the wizard who helped find a relationship was obviously doing it a disservice on purpose.

Crouch, such an old-fashioned wizard, was less accommodating than Mr. Weasley.

William glanced at Horace... It seemed that the old man was the third party who introduced the relationship.

The other party also stared directly at William, as if looking at a peerless treasure.

William shuddered. There's something wrong with this old guy not being sexual.

On second thought, Dumbledore had mentioned that Horace was still his colleague.

Two sexually deranged wizards, working together for decades...

Dry firewood!

green, green,

Grindelwald.

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