A Certain Magical Hogwarts

Chapter 534 Grindelwald, who was cuckolded

As the first generation of city destroyers, Newt is fundamentally different from William and Hermione.

That's right, William needs to prove himself! (Clearing 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 Aurors who were blocking 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, is completely different.

His trunk could hold an entire Forbidden Forest... If no strange little animals get lost, it'll be like Hogwarts on Halloween without any mishaps...

That's so fake!

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

After destroying so many cities over the years, 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!

Sure enough, by breeding Super Nifflers, Newt embarked on a path to wealth and riches?

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 really a big deal.

As long as you're happy.

The two thieves were clearly having a lot of fun.

However, Fudge was not so happy.

He was furious.

(Gathering strength)

That's it?! (Shouting)

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 Delizi, who was standing nearby, "Seize them immediately and send them to the Committee for the Disposal of Dangerous Animals..."

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

There must be even more treasures inside its belly.

Hey~

He immediately changed his tune, saying, "No, send it to me first. I'll thoroughly check it for any dark magic items!"

Fudge thought for a moment and 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!" Delis shouted. "I guarantee I will complete the mission."

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

The minister showered Kingsley with affection, treating him as a newcomer who had surpassed the old.

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

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

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

The bird-snake 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 raised 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 to sterilize them, or putting a BMW 5 Series engine on a tractor.

After they had walked some distance, Fudge took the initiative to ask Nicole 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 him lately, even after taking Malfoy's bribe, he still secretly released the hippogriff, Buckbeak.

Because he thought Nico was about to die.

Several years ago, Dumbledore announced that Nicolas Flamel had destroyed the Philosopher's Stone and was 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.

Nico simply felt the wizarding world was too dangerous and was preparing to switch to a different account.

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

Who should receive such a massive inheritance, one that could even cause global inflation and a drop in gold prices?

Numerous rumors and facts prove that Nicholas was William's teacher, which is why his alchemy skills were so advanced.

If any portion of that money were given to this student, the Starks could become one of the wealthiest families in the British wizarding world.

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

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

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

Reality is just that 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 geezer 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 beard looked as if it had been trimmed to the shape of a ruler, and his shoes were polished to a shine.

He looks like a stern wizard.

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

"Oh, of course, Barty." Fudge gave a fake smile. "You're the Director of the International Magical Exchange and Cooperation Department, so this kind of cross-border trade does indeed fall under your jurisdiction."

"So, what's wrong?" Fudge asked, looking at the Egyptian wizard-merchant.

"Minister," Bashir said, looking aggrieved.

"I spoke to Mr. Weasley about this. He said that my rug was listed as a Muggle artifact on the Register of Forbidden Magical Items."

"Is that so?" Fudge pondered for two seconds, smiled, and shook his head: "Since there are explicit regulations, 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 listening to just a few words.

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

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

Finally, in a fit of anger, Malfoy threw Voldemort's diary at Ron, causing the Chamber of Secrets to open.

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 Britain.

Flying carpets are very popular in the Arab world.

Although British wizards preferred to use brooms as a means of transportation, Bashir believed there was still room for the flying carpet to find a market in the household transportation sector.

This is a bit like selling combs to monks and guns to wizards – a sales strategy that's akin to selling combs to monks and guns to wizards.

However, due to the protection law, the magic carpet is on the register of prohibited magical items and therefore cannot be sold.

Reluctant to part with the British market, Bashir, after fruitless discussions with Mr. Weasley, spent a fortune and used his connections to find Crouch.

Crouch is the Director of the International Exchange Division, and he has influence over anything related to international trade.

But the wizard who was helping to 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 stared intently at William, as if looking at a priceless treasure.

William shuddered. Could this old man 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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