Vincent's Patronus

As expected, Randolph had invited Newt Scamander and Tina not only to ask whether they had any further details, but also in the hope of keeping the matter from escalating into a diplomatic conflict.

The person had vanished in America. Fudge would certainly take it to the International Confederation of Wizards.

Openly and behind the scenes, he would also do everything he could to disparage the Magical Congress.

"Chairman Randolph, term begins in just over half a month."

"We'll do our best."

Newt Scamander and Tina hurried away.

They knew Vincent would definitely return, but they had to show an appropriate amount of concern.

Tina was fine, but Newt Scamander had nearly given himself away just now.

Manhattan Airport.

The disguised members of the SAS Special Squad had barely stepped out of the terminal when Eric spotted them.

Their captain, Branson, had known him before Eric retired.

After brief introductions, the ten of them drove to the outskirts of the airport.

Surveillance was a profound discipline, while counter-surveillance was even more profound.

Eric said nothing, merely unfolding a hand-drawn Deathly Hallows symbol.

Branson nodded slightly and led his team back into the cars they had arrived in.

He adjusted the angle of his rearview mirror and spotted a glint of reflected light in the distance.

"Captain, do you think it's those SEAL guys?"

"Impossible. At most, it'd be the CIA or the FBI."

"What a bore."

Branson started the car. "Do you know who that man just now was?"

"Yeah, the missing child's father."

"His name is Eric Wayne."

The three team members in the car looked particularly astonished.

"The former Red Team captain of the 22nd Regiment?"

"That's right." Branson stepped on the accelerator. "For someone to take the boy right under his nose, this mission is