That Newt Scamander Who Was Good at Causing Havoc

The tall Narcissa grabbed Draco Malfoy's hand and said as they walked, "It can't be anything good, otherwise the Magical Congress wouldn't have sent us a letter."

"Huh..." Draco glanced to the side, then quickly tried to shake off the hand being held. "Ve... Wizet? Professor McGonagall... what are you doing here too?"

Professor McGonagall nodded. "Mrs. Malfoy, what happened?"

"Professor McGonagall, hello!" Narcissa greeted politely, her eyes remaining expressionless. "We don't know either; Lucius didn't return home last night..."

"We only received the letter from the Magical Congress this afternoon, and it was from the Magical Law Enforcement Patrol... May I ask, has something major happened at Hogwarts recently?"

"That's really strange..." Professor McGonagall shook her head slightly. "It's just an academic conference, the Animagus International Symposium, and I'm registering my information now."

"Oh... I've heard Lucius mention it." Narcissa tilted her head slightly, gave Wizet a deep look, her eyes filled with complex emotions, including a hint of fear and a touch of doubt.

"Professor McGonagall, we have other matters to attend to, so please excuse us for now..." She didn't say anything more, took Draco's hand again, and quickly walked to the front desk.

Watching Draco and his companions disappear into the crowd, Professor McGonagall let out a sigh of relief. "It's time for us to get going too."

Something bad is going to happen to Lucius Malfoy, and it's happening with the Magical Law Enforcement Patrol, so it's obviously not going to be anything good.

The governing bodies of the magical worlds in different countries may have slight differences in name, such as the Ministry of Magic and the Magical Congress, which are the best examples;

However, the various departments within it usually have the same name to ensure that any possible confusion can be avoided when communicating with each other.

The same applies to the Magical Law Enforcement Patrol. It belongs to the Magical Law Enforcement Squad and mainly carries out general law enforcement actions. Under normal circumstances, all kinds of magical cases will be handled by them.

Compared to the Ministry of Magic, the Magical Congress's hall does not have Golden Eagle, but instead features a giant portrait.

Above is a gentle-looking, elderly wizard, with a corresponding introduction below: Benjamin Graves, Magical Congress President.

The lobby was surrounded by elevators, all moving up and down at high speed.

As the organization that manages the magical world of a country, the Magical Congress is also extremely busy with people coming and going.

People walking along the corridor chatted with each other, while various owls carrying letters circled overhead, searching for recipients in the crowd...

Professor McGonagall identified an elevator, "This is a passenger elevator..."

The three entered the elevator, and Professor McGonagall said, "International Magical Cooperation Department."

"Okay." A cold female voice appeared, and the elevator rose rapidly.

The Magical Congress has enough elevators, so there was no overcrowding.

As I stepped out of the elevator, two wizards dressed as employees walked beside me, both of them looking somewhat impatient.

"Once you hold one of these meetings, things get chaotic..."

"So what? Do you want to quit? The pay outside isn't as high as here..."

"Ugh! Let's not talk about these troubling things... I heard some news, do you know that Appaloosa?"

"Which Appaloosa? The family that sells ' Appaloosa Pygmy Puff '? Who's in trouble? Did the former head of the family pass away?"

"No! The current head of the family is dead! He was found dead in his house in the middle of the night, and it's said he was poisoned... It seems even the Auror can't figure it out."

"That's troublesome... He couldn't possibly have committed suicide by poisoning himself, could he? Haven't they found any suspects?"

"We've identified someone... it doesn't seem to be a wizard from our area, which is why I said it's troublesome. Once an outsider enters the country, it will cause complete chaos!"

"Hopefully they're not England wizards... They're too good at destruction. Remember Newt Scamander?"

Thanks to Snape's private lessons, Wizet's face remained completely expressionless, while Luna covered her mouth and chuckled softly, her shoulders trembling slightly.

Professor McGonagall kept her lips pursed, and the corners of her mouth even turned down, as if she was trying to suppress a laugh.

The last thing the two Magical Congress employees said was probably the plot of the movie "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them" that Wizet saw in her previous life;

After Newt Scamander arrived in New York, a series of events did indeed occur, turning the entire New York upside down.

In the end, it was Newt Scamander who resolved the matter, using the venom of the Murtlap and rainwater to make the people of New York City forget about it.

However, this was possible back then because information didn't spread that fast;

If we wait until now, it will be much more difficult to deal with a similar major magical accident in the future.

Besides Newt Scamander's matter, the death of the so-called current head of the "Appaloosa Pygmy Puff" family also concerned Wizet.

"Could it be... that Mr. Malfoy went to see the current head of the ' Appaloosa Pygmy Puff ' family, and then just happened to be suspected?"

In addition, there was the wizard who escaped the Magical Congress, which also caught Wizet's attention.

The main reason was that feeling of déjà vu, which always made him feel... that he should have seen this wizard before;

He planned to try to find memories of the wizard by starting with the memory level after completing the registration information.

Professor McGonagall seemed to know the way well, leading Wizet and Luna around a corner to another wide passageway.

The three continued forward until they came to an office with a sign that read "Registration Office for the Animagus International Symposium".

Last summer, Wizet and Luna had already filled out similar forms at the Ministry of Magic, so they found it easy to fill out this time as well, and finished the forms quickly.

Just as they were about to leave the Magical Congress and return to their hotel to rest, Wizet saw Draco and Narcissa at the front desk again.

"Why don't you go back to the hotel first..." Professor McGonagall said, "I'll go see what's wrong with them."

Professor McGonagall's personality is like that; Draco, although belonging to Slytherin House, is also a student of Hogwarts.

In any case, Professor McGonagall, as the vice-chancellor, would have chosen to lend a helping hand at this time.

"Let's go take a look!" Luna suggested. "I just saw you seemed worried about something..."

"Okay!" Wizet and followed behind Professor McGonagall with Luna.

Although Narcissa maintained a restrained expression, her tone was clearly angry, and her voice was raised considerably.

"I just want... to see my husband, is that not even possible? If that's the case, why send us letters at all?"