Hogwarts I have been guarding Azkaban for ten years

Ministry of Magic.

The golden fountain statue was filled with coins, and green light flashed from time to time in the densely packed fireplaces on both sides. Wizards in various costumes hurried to the office where they worked.

In mid-air, the transmitted letters were flying in groups, looking for the target they wanted to send to.

The figure of Imeline Wangsi appeared in the fireplace. Today she was still dressed in a classic black slim-fitting long skirt. The lace mesh pendant falling at her feet added a bit of mature charm to this tall woman.

She still walked so gracefully, and many colleagues greeted her actively along the way.

"Miss Wangji, good morning."

"Good morning, Miss Wangsi."

"Morning, Imeline."

"Morning, Captain."

Yi Meilin nodded seriously and responded to each other's enthusiasm, but she seemed much more reserved.

This is a natural thing. Imeline became the captain of the werewolf capture team at a young age. A few years ago, she joined Dumbledore's Order of the Phoenix and actively fought against Voldemort. She is very prestigious in the entire Ministry of Magic and is a hard worker. The representative figure of the faction.

Here, only some ministers and wizards with higher reputations can let Imeline take the initiative to say hello.

If you want to enter the Ministry of Magic, you must go through the security check. In front of a golden door, Imeline stopped.

A staff member holding something like a car antenna came to Yi Meilin's side and scanned Yi Meilin's entire body up and down. After confirming that everything was correct, Yi Meilin walked to the place where the wand was registered.

The machine for registering wands looks like a scale. After you put your wand on it, the base spits out a note, which is full of information about Imeline's wand.

After completing the inspection process, Immelin came to the elevator and prepared to go to the Department for the Management and Control of Magical Creatures on the fourth underground floor. Her office, the Werewolf Capture Force Office, was there, and next door was the Werewolf Registration Office.

The elevator stopped when it reached the underground floor. Mad-Eye Moody walked out of the Auror Command office and got on the elevator.

"Good morning, Mr. Moody." Imeline bowed slightly and said hello proactively.

In every aspect, Moody is Immeline's predecessor. Whether he was studying at Hogwarts or working at the Ministry of Magic, Moody's grades and achievements were much better than hers.

The several Aurors following Moody in turn greeted Imeline: "Good morning, Miss Wangsi."

Immeline nodded and turned to talk to Moody: "The werewolves made a lot of noise this time. Didn't Barty Crouch allow us to use the Unforgivable Curse on the Death Eaters? Most of these werewolves are the same as the Death Eaters. It's a virtue, and most people are Death Eaters, so just forget about it and allow the Unforgivable Curse to be used on all werewolves you see."

Moody's big eyes darted back and forth: "It's not good. Senior Newt has been actively communicating with the werewolves recently. It's better not to intensify the conflict now."

Newt is an excellent master of magical animals. Although he does not have a Poké Ball, he does have an all-encompassing suitcase.

He likes magical animals very much. When taming magical animals, he usually trains them according to their habits. He also teamed up with Dumbledore to fight the first Dark Lord Grindelwald, ran the Werewolf Registration Office, and wrote "Fantastic Beasts" "Where is the book", is a very prestigious old man.

Although she has great respect for Senior Newt, Emmeline does not agree with Newt's ideas: "Senior Newt is over 90 years old. To be honest, his attitude towards magical creatures is too gentle, and werewolves are like Dark creatures..."

"Okay," Moody interrupted Immeline, "Let's talk about it later in the meeting. I've invited Senior Newt over, and a special foreign aid. I'll let Mundungus speak clearly today. You go argue with Senior Newt."

The few Aurors at the back wanted to laugh after hearing Moody's words, but they were stared back by Imeline, and they were suddenly too frightened to say anything.

In their eyes, women like Yimeilin are the legendary iceberg beauties, and you have to pay a price to get close to such a person.

The elevator reaches the fourth underground floor. This is the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures. The werewolf capture unit office is in the outermost room.

Yimeilin pushed open the office door, and it was already full of people.

Most of them are members of the werewolf capture force, and there is also a gray-haired old man Newt Scamander.

Newt is very prestigious in the office, because most people here spent their first grade watching Newt's "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them", which is everyone's childhood memory.

"Good morning, Mr. Newt."

Emmeline and Moody both say hello to Newt, a tribute to a living legend.

"Um, morning." Newt felt a little uncomfortable. Although he was over 90 years old, he was still not good at dealing with others.

If this time the matter was not related to werewolves, he would rather go back and continue living with his magical creatures.

Yi Meilin looked around and felt that everyone was almost there, so she said, "Let's start this meeting."

"Wait a minute," Moody interrupted Immeline, "There is still a peripheral person here who is not here. Anyway, it's not time for the meeting yet, so just wait a moment."

Yimeilin's frown moved unhappily. This was her own territory, and it felt a little uncomfortable not being able to do as she pleased.

Moody spoke, and the only person present who was qualified to refute was Newt, but it would be easier to kill him than to ask him to speak out against others. Sitting with so many people already made him feel very uncomfortable. It's just that he hid it well and no one discovered it.

At this moment, a gentleman's voice came from outside the door.

"Is this the Werewolf Capture Office? Thank you very much for your help, madam. Goodbye! ...By the way, your earrings really match your temperament, like a young girl in her prime."

Browder smiled and sent away the lady who kindly helped him find the office. He stretched out his hand and knocked on the door.

"Please come in." A woman's voice came from inside the door.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but Browder always felt that this voice sounded a bit familiar, and it also had a hint of gritting teeth.

Could it be that I was late and there was a noise during the meeting inside?

Browder looked at the time and saw that he was not late!

Forget it, let's go in first and see what's going on.

Browder opened the door, and when he saw the familiar, classic and elegant face of a beautiful woman, he was finally sure that he had heard correctly.