Leave Professional Matters to the Professionals

Mera Picquery,

She was undoubtedly the most persevering witch William had ever met, without a doubt.

Last year, Newt was commissioned by the French Ministry of Magic to deliver the Thunderbird to United States.

But halfway there, it secretly ran away.

This escape has caused quite a stir; the Magical Congress of the United States of America is on edge.

The Paris attacks are still fresh in our minds. If we were to have a nuclear bomb hidden in the Thunderbird, what would become of us?

So, Newt was arrested.

Why is it always you who loses things?

Damn Scamander!

Old Man Newt was speechless. He was just a deliveryman, doing errands for the French Ministry of Magic, exchanging his permanent entry permit for a courier.

The package is lost, and they've even detained the deliveryman... What kind of situation is this?

Fortunately, Newt has traveled around the world over the years and has gotten to know a few people.

For example, there's Ms. Picquery, the former president of the Magical Congress with whom he had a rumored affair and indeed a close relationship.

Before Halloween, her niece, Mera Picquery, secretly came to the United Kingdom on a tourist visa obtained from the United States.

Her goal was to get William's help to find the Thunderbird and then rescue Newt.

Unfortunately, Picquery arrived too late.

The Thunderbird attacked the Hogwarts Express and then attacked students again during class.

Although nothing major happened, Dumbledore was furious. He sent Fawkes to have an in-depth conversation with Thunderbird.

We don't know the specifics of the talks, and we dare not ask.

In any case, according to Ronan, the Thunderbird's nest was a mess, as if a bloody melee had taken place there.

Needless to say, it was definitely Fawkes who did it.

Who would have thought that its small body could contain such great power!

William had considered more than once whether he should help Fawkes, the perennial bachelor, solve his mate problem.

Now it seems that the female Thunderbird was quite good.

Hagrid is a breeding expert; he can even breed Manticore and Fire Crab.

Animals of different species can be dealt with, but the phoenix and the Thunderbird are closely related... Injecting the blood and bones of the Fawkes into the Thunderbird would be an even easier task.

Hagrid... a veteran genetic engineer.

Ideally, the offspring should inherit the phoenix's ability to regenerate, and also be able to breathe fire and gather lightning.

If the offspring only inherit the delicious meat of the Scotland Longtail Blaziken and the plump physique of the America Lightning Bird... then it's all over.

Definitely a broiler chicken.

This idea was only discussed briefly in William's brainstorming session.

Because we still don't know what Fawkes did to Thunderbird that night.

But she dealt with her aching body and deep, unhealed emotional wounds, and ran away the very next day.

Unable to stay at Hogwarts, she had no choice but to go to Beauxbatons, where her second bird egg was located.

Picquery had no choice but to go to France during the Christmas season. He stayed there for a full six months before returning.

she,

An ordinary, newly hired Auror

Traveling all over the world

He also missed a year of work without cause.

My salary is definitely gone, and I'll lose my Auror position too. I'll probably have to face disciplinary action from the office when I get back.

When William heard Old Man Newt mention this, he initially felt quite sorry for her, but then he thought:

His grandfather was once the Chief of Staff of the Magical Congress of the United States of America.

This position is similar to the White House Chief of Staff in United States Muggle government, and is mainly responsible for assisting in the management of the Magical Congress President's work, scheduling, and providing policy advice.

His aunt, Seraphina Picquery, was the former president of the Magical Congress of the United States of America. His uncle was the former director of the Department of Justice.

Her father was the youngest and most ordinary... After so many years, he was just a mere Head of the Auror Office.

Do these young people... need your sympathy, a mere leek (a term for a retail investor)?

Okay, so when William led Hermione, Phoebe, and Gabrielle into Old Man Newt's trunk, this is what he saw:

Cedric actually sympathized with Picquery.

I also told her... What's a little pain in the face of wind and rain? Wipe away your tears and don't be afraid, at least we still have dreams.

Since Cedric swallowed the Mandrake after the dinner, he has returned to his talkative mode.

After holding it in for half a month, he even evolved into a human machine gun, his mouth looking like it had been blessed.

Qiu doesn't really want to talk to him now, so she's keeping her distance.

It's a pity Harry wasn't there, otherwise, seeing Cho unable to utter a single word, he could have taken advantage of the situation.

With Qiu gone, Cedric began to try and get closer to Picquery.

He noticed that the female Thunderbird was very close to Picquery, and wondered if he could pluck some of her tail feathers.

No need for much... just this small bundle will do.

Cedric spread his fingers, making a slight gesture to represent the universe.

He had previously tried to discuss with Anne whether he could borrow Silver Wing for two days.

Then, Anne's Silver Wing bristled and transformed into a thunder god, shocking him several times.

Cedric, undeterred, went to Picquery again. Picquery, true to form, began interrogating Cedric about whether he had harmed many Magical Creatures.

Cedric was speechless. This isn't something you should be saying to me; you should be talking to William.

At that moment, Newt was tending to the female Thunderbird.

He truly lived up to his reputation as a professional; he even divided the box into different areas and used various Weather Charm to simulate the habitats of different creatures.

The Thunderbird, in particular, inhabit a desert.

The Thunderbird immediately recognized William and his companions. It flapped its wings, and instantly lightning flashed, thunder roared, and torrential rain poured down.

William conjured a magic umbrella with his wand to shelter the group from the rain.

Its anger was justified: William had stolen the Winky gem; Gabrielle and Anne had stolen its eggs.

"Relax, Olisa." Newt hugged the wooden tub, inside which maggots were wriggling. "You're pregnant, so don't get angry, it'll affect the baby."

Newt displayed unusual tenderness, stroking the Thunderbird with one hand and trying to soothe her.

Olisa stared intently at Newt, and sure enough, she quieted down.

What? This Thunderbird is pregnant again?

Alas, Fawkes has no chance.

However... it can take over.

Newt tossed a bucket of maggots high into the air, and along with Anne's Silver Wing, several Thunderbird swooped down to snatch the food.

The group left the Thunderbird and headed towards the small cabin Newt had built.

A swarm of Doxy danced around them. Not far away, a large dung beetle was rolling a huge ball of dung.

This place is practically a paradise for Magical Creatures.

"William, your Safety Watch is too small, especially for the area where the Matagot live."

Newt, with a professional eye, criticized, "You're practically abusing them."

"..."

Is it abuse? William thinks the Matagot have all gotten fat.

Besides, Dementor and Lethifold are easy to raise... they're not picky eaters.

"Give me the Safety Watch, I'll modify it for you this summer." Newt became more talkative when talking about Magical Creatures.

"Okay." William nodded.

Professional tasks should indeed be left to professionals.

Old Man Newt was very pleased, as he had dedicated his life to improving the living environment of Magical Creatures.

It's similar to Hermione's efforts to improve the living environment of House-elf.

"William, you certainly have vision, as far-sighted as the middle head of Runespoor."

The task of maintaining the habitat of Fantastic Beasts will henceforth be entrusted to you.

"..."

For a moment, not only William, but Hermione and the others also looked at Newt with strange eyes.

"Newt, to whom else have you used this metaphor?" William asked.

"Tina," Newt said matter-of-factly, "She also said I was... romantic."

"..." Why didn't William believe it?

Moreover, if someone like this can still find a girlfriend, it's clear that... being good at talking isn't the most important thing.

As they approached the cabin, Newt turned on the light.

There were a dozen or so Niffler in the cage, each wearing a hat with a Galleon hanging from it.

There was a Niffler drum beneath them, and they ran quickly, pulling the engine.

No wonder Newt's Niffler are so amazing; they have a unique training method.

William learned something.

Just then, the lid of the box was suddenly opened, and Anne's voice came from above.

"Something terrible has happened, brother! You need to come right now!"

"What's wrong?"

"A woman... came to you crying and sobbing, I don't know what she was saying... it seems she wants you to take responsibility."

"..."

In an instant, Hermione's eyes sharpened. Phoebe's gaze toward William was also strange.

Gabrielle had an expression that said, "I knew you were a pervert."

Which sister is it? You can't joke like that.

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The second update will likely be after midnight, but it will happen eventually.

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