Wizards of Hogwarts

After half an hour.

Newt, who had taken care of all the animals in the magical zoo, returned to the living room upstairs, and Elrohir came up with Deborah in his arms.

Deborah was sent to Newt by Elrohir.

In order to practice Legilimency, Elrohir cleverly found a job as a psychiatrist. However, this profession did not exist in the wizarding world at all. He could only find a job in ordinary human society and live there.

The two-tailed Deborah was too conspicuous in the eyes of ordinary people. Elrohir had no choice but to leave it with Newt and ask Newt to help take care of it.

Two months have passed, and Deborah has not forgotten Elrohir. On the contrary, because of the long separation, her attitude toward Elrohir has become a little "over-enthusiastic."

His limbs hugged Elrohir's arm tightly, and he even used his two tails to tightly circle them and "tie" Elrohir's other arm.

Deborah simply wanted to integrate itself into Elrohir's body.

"This cat loves you so much, and only loves you." Newt was very impressed. He took good care of Deborah for two months, but he didn't even have the right to pet her.

Even if Newt wanted to take advantage of the feeding opportunity to get close to Deborah, the clever kitten would avoid it.

Maybe this is a real cat owner, so Newt, who has not yet completely evolved into a cat slave, thinks in his mind.

Elrohir glanced at Newt and reached out to scratch Deborah's chin, eliciting a comfortable meow from her.

Newt was jealous.

"Ahem," he deliberately coughed loudly twice, and then said, "Speaking of which, I also know what Elrohir is doing today. Is there anything you want to do here? Is it just to visit my old friend?"

"You are jealous that Deborah and I have such a good relationship." Elrohir was not angry and said with a smile.

"Don't read my mind," Newt said. "Don't use Legilimency so casually."

"Sorry, I've been used to maintaining Legilimency for the past two months." Elrohir shrugged. He was telling the truth. Legilimency is too convenient.

It is more advanced than the so-called mind reading, it is a more complex and layered magic, and it is very beautiful.

After a pause, Elrohir said again: "I came here today with a mission."

"What mission and whose mission?" Newt asked.

"August." Elrohir said, "He felt that the popularity of The Hobbit and Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them was too high and could not be fully released in the British market alone. He wanted to try across the strait."

Newt's mind changed and he asked: "France"

"Well," Elrohir nodded, "He wants to try to see if he can use these two books to open up the French book market, and at the same time expand the territory of Obscurus Books."

"So you are here"

"I came to invite you to go to France to promote it. The French versions of both books have been translated." Elohir said, "This is what August meant."

"Sorry, Elrohir, I can't go to France." Newt pursed his lips, "The Ministry of Magic still hasn't approved my exit application."

"Not yet?" Elrohir frowned, "We have been back from the United States for six months, right?"

"Yes, I have applied four times and been rejected every time." Newt said bitterly. He had been looking forward to handing Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them into Tina's hands as soon as possible.

Now let alone the United States on the other side of the Atlantic, he can't even go to the European continent next door.

"Since you can't go, then I won't forget it." Elrohir said easily.

"You don't have to, Elrohir," Newt said.

"The staff of Silent Book Company are enough for book promotion," Elrohir touched his face and said narcissistically, "The reason why August wants to find me is probably You want to create a star writer."

Newt glanced at Elrohir and felt that his words were quite credible. Elrohir had all the advantages of being young, handsome, intelligent, and talented. August was a qualified book reader. The company boss will not ignore these places.

If a writer's personal charm is too great, it can overshadow the quality of his work, not to mention that The Hobbit itself is an excellent work.

The two factors add up, and The Hobbit may sell like crazy in France, and even boost sales in other markets.

Newt believed that Elrohir had this charm.

"Does it really matter?" Newt still couldn't help but worry.

"It's okay. You can earn Galleons anytime." Elrohir said. "Actually, August asked me to continue writing the story behind The Hobbit."

"you promised"

"No." Elrohir shook his head. "In just a few months, the potential of The Hobbit has not been fully realized. It still needs time to continue to spread outwards. And the subsequent works have been published in a short period of time. Not a good idea."

"That makes sense." Newt said, "What are you going to do next? Continue to be a psychiatrist?"

"No, if I continue to deal with people's hearts, I will go crazy." Elrohir said sincerely, "I wonder if Newt still needs assistants here? No salary, just food and accommodation."

A smile appeared on Newt's face and he said bluntly: "Welcome to join."

Another month later.

In a special underground cell at MACUSA.

The four walls of the cell are black, and there are no other furnishings inside the cell except for a white woven lamp above the head.

Grindelwald, with messy hair and a beard, was fixed on a chair by magic. He sat there motionless, with special magic shackles on his hands and legs.

A small goat-eating beast with an iron cage around its mouth was tied next to his chair, staring boredly at the insects and flies flying in the air.

Just tonight, Grindelwald is about to complete his six-month sentence and be transferred back to wizarding Europe to answer for his past crimes in Europe.

"Magic groups all over the world owe you a huge favor, Mr. Chairman Picquery." Spielman, a wizard from the German Ministry of Magic and the specialist responsible for escorting Grindelwald back to Europe, said to Piquri. Ms. Qualley said.

"Don't underestimate him," Ms. Picquery warned.

Queenie's boss, Abernathy, walked over to this side, holding a black rectangular box in his hand: "Mr. Spearman, this is Grindelwald's wand."

"And this." After hesitating for a moment, Abernathy took out a small medicine bottle from his pocket. The silver hollow circular shell was extremely delicate. It contained two drops of luminous golden liquid, and the two drops of gold liquid were tightly entwined. Together, they occasionally emit rainbow-like colorful lights, which is extremely mysterious.

When the vial was handed over to Spearman, Grindelwald in the carriage looked up at the roof of the carriage and frowned slightly.

This thing is not something you can touch, Spearman.