Ian's Defense Shattered

As the saying went, all crows were black under the sun.

At their core, the Ministry of Magic in Britain 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 truly gentlemen. Most of them were sanctimonious hypocrites like Fudge.

Officials like Ron's father, Arthur Weasley, were rare. Otherwise, why would they exclude him instead of anyone else? Naturally, because he could not go along with their corruption.

Precisely because of this.

Ian knew all too well how the Ministry of Magic operated, so he was not surprised that Newt had been detained by the Ministry here on grounds that were not particularly serious.

The main question was whether Newt could still get out—after all, in some places, Ministry officials did not merely want benefits. They would not rest until they had devoured someone whole.

The Ministry of Magic over in India was exactly that sort.

"Where is he now?"

Ian asked.

"In the Ministry of Magic's 'Silent Speech Tower,'" Babua said. "That is where they interrogate serious criminals. Those who go in... rarely come out intact."

Ian's gaze deepened as he looked toward the horizon.

Newt was in trouble.

And perhaps he needed to find out just how deep this so-called "trouble" went. If it really was nothing more than a false accusation, then for the sake of getting Newt to help him, he might lend a hand.

Although the two did not know each other yet, and this could potentially change the future, time in the world of Harry Potter was peculiar. A disguise and a different face were enough to evade a