Grindelwald Gets Cuckolded

As the first generation of City Destroyers, Newt is fundamentally different from William and Hermione.

That's right, William needs to prove himself! (Clear his name)

It was always others who wanted to destroy the city; William and Hermione went there under duress, carrying out a mission to save it.

In the process, it's inevitable that some bottles and jars will be broken and the flowers and plants will be damaged.

Being wanted by the Ministry of Magic, injuring a few Auror who blocked his way, and destroying one or two historically valuable buildings... that's understandable, isn't it?

They ended up saving even more people!

Old Man Newt, on the other hand, was completely different.

His trunk could hold an entire Forbidden Forest... If no strange little animals get lost, it'll be like Hogwarts going smoothly on Halloween...

That's so fake!

From a certain perspective, Newt is the real rich man.

After all these years, and after destroying so many cities, it's still alive and kicking.

This is something worth thinking about.

He was not imprisoned for life, nor was he ruined by the exorbitant compensation fees!

So, by breeding Mega Niffler, Newt has embarked on a path to wealth?

Anyway, Newt's Niffler is just different from everyone else's.

If you anger it, it will even dare to steal from the Dark Lord... That's how brave it is!

So stealing a Malfoy and destroying a tent isn't a big deal.

As long as you're happy.

The two thieves were clearly having a lot of fun.

However, Fudge wasn't so happy.

He was furious.

(Gathering strength)

That's it?! (Shouts out)

Ludo Bagman assured him that nothing would go wrong... and that was it?

"Where did these Magical Creatures come from?" Fudge exclaimed angrily. "How can you bring animals to the Quidditch World Cup?!"

He roared at Dawlish, who was standing nearby, "Seize them immediately and send them to the Committee for the Disposal of Dangerous Creatures..."

Fudge suddenly remembered that the Niffler still had quite a few pieces of jewelry and Galleon on its body.

There must be even more treasures inside its belly.

Hehe~

He immediately changed his mind, saying, "No, send it to me first. I'll check it carefully to see if there are any Dark Magic items!"

Fudge thought for a moment, then continued, "Go find the owner again and check if he has a license to keep animals. If not, send him to Azkaban."

"If so, sir?"

"Just... throw him out!"

"Yes, Minister!" Dawlish shouted. "I guarantee I'll complete the mission."

Ever since he lost Black last time, he has completely lost Fudge's trust.

The minister showered Kingsley with affection, treating him as a completely different person from his old one.

Now that Kingsley is away, Dawlish must seize the opportunity and make the minister very happy.

He must find the Niffler and the Occamy, and then follow the clues to find their owner.

However, Dawlish was obviously not found, because a ring suddenly appeared on William's right hand.

The Occamy was curled up in his hand.

The group continued walking forward. After they left, William glanced back and saw several wizards rushing over and snatching the peacocks away.

Several peacocks, clearly Malfoy's carefully kept pets, must have been very expensive.

It's a pity it's going to be cooked. It's a bit like using expensive tea leaves to make tea eggs, using fifty-year-old Moutai for sterilization, or putting a BMW 5 Series engine on a tractor.

They walked for a while, Fudge took the initiative to ask Nicolas about her.

William, though slow to realize it, eventually came to his senses after several interactions with the situation.

No wonder Fudge has been so eager to get to him lately, even after taking money from Malfoy and secretly releasing the Hippogriff Buckbeak.

Because he thought Nicolas was about to die.

Several years ago, Dumbledore announced that Nicolas Flamel had destroyed the Philosopher's Stone, determined to give up his long life.

This is complete nonsense; it's fake news deliberately spread by Dumbledore.

Perhaps fifty years from now, people will discover that Nicolas, who always said he was going to die, is still alive at seven hundred years old.

Nicolas simply felt the Wizarding World was too dangerous and was preparing to switch to a different account.

Whether Voldemort believed it or not is unknown, but Fudge certainly did. He began to set his sights on that so-called inheritance.

Who should inherit such a massive sum of money, enough to cause global inflation and a drop in gold prices?

Numerous rumors and facts prove that Nicolas was William's teacher, which is why his Alchemy was so advanced.

If any portion of that money were given to this student, the Stark could become one of the wealthiest families in the United Kingdom Wizarding World.

Fudge is raising pigs, waiting to harvest William's leeks.

Having figured this out, William was both amused and exasperated.

But it didn't remind the minister of one thing: even if you die of old age, Nicolas won't die.

Reality is cruel.

As they approached the other side of the camp, Fudge suddenly raised his hand and waved his green hat vigorously.

"Hey, Merlin's ass! It's that old Horace!" Fudge exclaimed excitedly. "I haven't seen him in ages!"

William looked up and saw three wizards standing in the distance, talking.

Upon seeing a large group of Ministry of Magic officials, they all fell silent.

"What are you talking about?" Fudge asked as he approached. "Barty?"

Barty Crouch... I'd heard of him since the year William enrolled; his niece Judy had mentioned him many times.

Crouch looked to be in his fifties, with a straight back and stiff movements. He wore a spotless, crisp suit and a tie.

His short mustache looked as if it had been trimmed to size, and his shoes were polished to a shine.

He looks like a stern wizard.

When Fudge tried to probe, Crouch merely gave him a sharp look and immediately said, "Ali Bashir wants to talk to me about the Flying Carpet."

"Oh, of course, Barty." Fudge forced a smile. "You're the Head of the Department of International Magical Cooperation; this kind of cross-border trade certainly falls under your jurisdiction."

"So, what's wrong?" Fudge looked at the wizard-merchant from Egypt.

"Mr. Minister," Bashir said, looking aggrieved.

"I spoke to Mr. Weasley about this. He said my rug was listed as Muggle artifact on the Registry of Proscribed Charmable Objects."

"Is that so?" Fudge for two seconds, smiled, and shook his head. "Since there are explicit rules, then I can't help you."

We must respect... the law.

Fudge looked righteous and awe-inspiring.

"However, if there's anything else, you can come to me anytime," he hinted.

William understood what was going on after only a few words.

Two years ago, Mr. Weasley drafted a Muggle Protection Act.

Using this law, Mr. Weasley repeatedly searched the Malfoy family to check for any Dark Magic items.

Finally, in a fit of anger, Malfoy threw Voldemort's diary at Ron, thus opening the Chamber of Secrets of Secrets.

The consequences of this law go far beyond these.

Because the Muggle Protection Act explicitly states that it is forbidden to use magic on Muggle items with the intention of using them, thereby adding extra functions to them.

Ali Bashir was a businessman who wanted to export the Flying Carpet to the United Kingdom.

Flying Carpet are very popular in the Arab world.

Although United Kingdom wizards preferred to use brooms as a means of transportation, Bashir believed there was still a loophole in the market for Flying Carpet for home transportation.

This is a bit like selling combs to monks or guns to wizards.

However, due to the protection law, the Magic Carpet is on the Registry of Proscribed Charmable Objects and therefore cannot be sold.

Reluctant to give up the United Kingdom market, Bashir, after fruitless discussions with Mr. Weasley, spent a considerable sum to pull strings and find Crouch.

Crouch was the Department of International Cooperation, and he had influence over anything related to international trade.

But the wizard who was supposed to help find connections was clearly doing more harm than good.

Crouch, such a rigid wizard, is even less accommodating than Mr. Weasley.

William glanced at Horace... It seemed the old man was the third party who introduced them.

The other person was also staring intently at William, as if looking at a priceless treasure.

William shuddered. Could this old guy also have issues with his sexual orientation?

On second thought, Dumbledore once mentioned that Horace was his colleague back then.

Two wizards with heterosexual orientations have been working together for decades...

Dry wood ignites a raging fire!

It's green, it's green!

Grindelwald.

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