As the saying went, crows were black the world over.
At their core, the Ministry of Magic in the United Kingdom was no different from the one here in Africa. Perhaps the only difference was that the British Ministry did not make things quite so blatant.
After all, they cared about gentlemanly conduct over there. But that did not mean the people in the Ministry were actually gentlemen. Most of them were hypocrites putting on airs, just like Fudge.
Officials like Ron's father, Arthur Weasley, were a rarity. Otherwise, why would they exclude him and no one else? Naturally, it was because he refused to go along with them.
Precisely because of that.
Ian knew all too well about the Ministry of Magic's convoluted schemes, so he was not surprised that Newt had been detained by the local Ministry over a reason that was not particularly serious.
The main question was whether Newt could still get out. After all, officials in some Ministries did not merely want benefits. They would not rest until they had devoured a person clean down to the bone.
The Ministry of Magic over in Indian Brother's territory was exactly like that.
"Where is he now?"
Ian asked.
"At the Ministry's Silent Tower," Babua said. "That is where they interrogate serious criminals. Those who enter... rarely come out intact."
Ian's gaze deepened as he looked toward the horizon.
Newt was in trouble.
And he might have to find out just how deep this so-called "trouble" ran. If it really was just a false accusation, then in order to get Newt to help him, he could perhaps lend a hand.
Although the two did not know each other yet, and this might alter the future, time in the world of Harry Potter was quite strange. Putting on