Cregan, I'm here to negotiate!

evening,

The Ministry of Magic's front hall.

There are 7 minutes and 7 seconds left until I get off work.

Costa, however, was not very happy; instead, he looked listless.

She was sitting on the chair with her legs stretched out, her arms hanging limply at her sides, and her body leaning forward, resting half of her face on the table, her gaze fixed on the wall clock, watching the hands tick by.

This was certainly not the behavior of a receptionist at the Ministry of Magic, but considering the minor troubles she had been facing recently, no one criticized her.

Her problem is that bastard Stark!

It's fine to visit her in prison, but why come here to chat with her for no reason? It makes it seem like the two of them are very close!

Then, Director Mr. Cregan spoke with her several times, asking her to help find Stark.

Good heavens! They only chatted for a short while, and she didn't even get a chance to get his contact information!

Besides, even if she got him, so what? He's already a fugitive... Cregan's words implied that she should use her beauty to lure him into a trap!

Am I that kind of person?

Do I look like a lovesick fool?

Costa grew angrier the more he thought about it, and couldn't help but pull out a newspaper silhouette photo from his pocket.

In the photo, the boy is smiling faintly.

She took her wand and poked Stark's face repeatedly.

Hateful!

Don't let her see that face again, or I'll give her an Avada Kedavra!

"Sophie, wanna go out for dinner tonight? I found a great restaurant; their grilled snails are especially delicious."

A young man walked over with a fawning smile on his face.

"No, I have a date tonight," Costa quickly blocked the photo and refused outright.

"You said yesterday that you had plans with someone, and the day before yesterday too... all the way up to last month," the young man said in a hurt tone.

But you clearly went home in the end.

"Anderson, were you following me?" Costa narrowed his eyes.

"No... I just... secretly escorted you home... it can't be considered stalking..."

Anderson tensed up and quickly changed the subject. "But you really weren't invited, so can't you go on a date with me?"

"Who said no one goes on dates with her?" a voice rang out.

Anderson looked up and saw a boy walking towards him. The boy had thick, dark brown hair, dark green eyes, and a faint smile on his lips.

William Stark?!

Costa's eyes widened in disbelief. Wasn't this the Ministry of Magic? How did he get here?

Crazy!

This is insane!

"If she doesn't want to go on a date with you, don't keep pestering her. Girls don't like guys like that." William winked knowingly.

"Is it, Sophie?"

William walked over to Costa, and inadvertently saw the photo in her hand. He paused for a moment, then held up two fingers, picked up the photo, and squinted at it for a while.

This photo was cut from a newspaper. It originally showed two people, but Hermione's half was torn off, leaving only William.

The boy couldn't help but roll his eyes, instantly feeling disgusted!

His eyes darted around, then he suddenly reached out, lifted Costa's chin, examined him for a moment, and grinned wickedly:

"This face is indeed quite handsome, but unfortunately... Wei... I already have someone I like, so don't even think about it anymore, there's no chance!"

William gracefully leaned down, pressed his forehead against Costa's, and gently kissed him, then glanced provocatively at Anderson beside him.

Aaaaaah!

Anderson was heartbroken to see his goddess being defiled in front of him, especially since she looked so shy.

He felt like he had grown two bull horns! He wanted to gore the boy in front of him to death!

"Ugh! You said you had someone you liked, and you still kissed Sophie? You scumbag!!"

Anderson was furious. His finger trembled as he pointed at William, cursing him incessantly, but he was also filled with intense jealousy.

It's true, his face is undeniably handsome, especially when he squints his eyes and a slight smile appears at the corner of his mouth; he truly has a unique and extraordinary air about him.

Even he was a little overwhelmed and felt ashamed of himself.

"Yeah, I'm a scumbag." William shamelessly admitted it, raising his hand and shouting, "Everyone, I, William, am a bastard! A pervert!"

Please warn the girls around you: stay away from William, and cherish life!

Costa: "..."

This was the first time she'd ever seen someone willingly admit to being a jerk. That was so... honest! She liked guys like that!

"Wait, your face looks so familiar. I feel like I've seen you somewhere before," Anderson suddenly said. "Your name sounds familiar too."

"Finally recognized you?" William laughed. "That's right, I am your most wanted criminal— William Stark."

"Summon Mr. Cregan, the head of your Department of Magical Law Enforcement, to come to me immediately. I have something to tell him on behalf of the United Kingdom -Wizengamot!"

Holy crap, how arrogant! They act like France is a subordinate department of the United Kingdom... Is this some kind of face cream rigged in front of him?

Anderson was furious and immediately drew his wand, but he didn't use it.

He played it safe!

This was, after all, a man on the wanted list who had not only attacked the director but had also been on the run in Paris for several days without being caught by the Auror.

He knew he couldn't do it; the other party was clearly very capable.

Anderson didn't want to show off in front of Sophie and then act like a fool.

Be careful!

"You just wait, I'm going to call the Auror." Anderson said threateningly and ran towards the hall.

Costa remained seated in his chair, seemingly startled.

A moment later, she cried out urgently, "The Auror are coming! You'd better run!"

William glanced speechlessly at this big-breasted, brainless woman. What a lovesick fool!

Do men all like this kind of silly, goofy guy?

Two minutes later, a dozen or so Auror surrounded the foyer.

Surrounded by so many wizards, William calmly said, "Cregan, I'm here to negotiate!"

Led by Auror, the group headed toward the office of the Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement.

The wizards in the hall exchanged bewildered glances, while Costas stared blankly ahead.

She murmured with admiration, "How dashing!"

The Department of Magical Law Enforcement office only had William and Cregan.

Two Auror stood guard at the entrance.

William casually sat down in the chair. He had initially kept his legs tightly together, but feeling a bit effeminate, he crossed his legs over.

But I felt this wasn't quite the right occasion, so I changed my posture.

The boy tried seven or eight different positions, but was not satisfied with any of them.

Men are such a hassle!

"Stark, do you need to use the restroom?" Cregan asked William, looking at him with a puzzled expression in English.

"The toilet..." William seemed to have thought of something, his face flushed, and he waved his hand.

"No, I already went there when I came, and I don't have that need now."

Cregan gave an "oh," waved his wand, and poured William a cup of tea from the teapot on the table.

William didn't drink it, because he didn't really need to go to the toilet!

"I need to see Newt," William said. "I won't talk to you about anything until I'm sure he's safe."

"We certainly wouldn't harm Mr. Scamander; after all, he's a recipient of the Order of Merlin and has some international reputation," Cregan said.

William still wore an expression that suggested he wouldn't speak until he saw Newt.

"Okay." Cregan shrugged.

This is the office of the Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. Can Stark really just take him away right in front of him?

Then he won't have to work anymore!

"It's good that you see him; I'll be sending him to trial soon."

Cregan ordered an Auror at the door to bring Newt out of the prison.

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