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Chapter 689 You are playing with fire(2/2)

Immediately afterwards, the man walked up to Newt and stretched out his hand, his voice was low and slow.

"Hello, Mr. Scamander. I am Kingsley Shacklebolt from the Auror Office. Please look after me in the future."

"Um, hello...I'm Newt Scamander..."

Newt subconsciously reached out his hand and shook it briefly, his eyes passing over the gold rings on Kingsley's ears.

Compared with other officials of the Ministry of Magic, he always felt that this tall Auror seemed a little different, as if Kingsley was not from the Ministry of Magic, but a partner who was on the same side as Dumbledore and him -

- This is a very wonderful feeling. If I have to compare it, it is like the feeling that wolves belonging to different groups have when they recognize their partners.

However, before Newt and Kingsley could exchange a few more words, the negotiation was almost over.

"Since everything is fine, we won't stay here any longer."

Cornelius Fudge picked up the hat on the table and put it on. He walked to the fireplace in the office, turned around and looked at Dumbledore and saluted politely. After thinking for a few seconds, he finally added with some hesitation.

One sentence.

"Well, regarding the early stage of 'bill reimbursement', we will sort it out as soon as possible. As for the association documents, I will also sign them in the next few days... I will leave it to Dumbledore for the matters regarding Gringotts Wizarding Bank.

Lido taught you——"

After receiving Dumbledore's confirmed answer, Cornelius Fudge nodded with satisfaction, turned around and stepped into the flames.

"Ministry of Magic!"

As the words fell, the figure of the Minister of Magic disappeared in the crackling flames.

Immediately afterwards, the other members of the Ministry of Magic stood up one after another, used the Floo Network one after another, and left the principal's office.

Before leaving the office, Kingsley seemed to turn his head inadvertently and blinked flexibly at Newt Scamander. In contrast to his previous dull and silent character, his whole person suddenly became lively.

A few points.

"Huh? This gentleman is..."

Newt was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously turned his head to look at Dumbledore.

"Shh-"

Dumbledore raised his finger, smiled mysteriously, and pointed at the phoenix on the bird stand casually.

"Newt, it seems like today is a nice day, but not a good day for chatting. It's about time you went back, otherwise Mrs. Scamander might rush to Hogwarts to ask for someone. I guess you didn't

Tell Tina in advance?"

"Um...I left a note in the bedroom."

Newt touched his nose and replied awkwardly.

"The note? Oh, that must be a very magical note."

Dumbledore's eyes flashed, he nodded seriously, and said with a smile.

"After all, if I remember correctly, you just said that Mrs. Scamander was very annoyed with you for staying up late this morning, and she planned to have a good talk with you when she got home - Hey, Newt, you don't plan to do that anymore.

Have you sat down for a while?"

Dumbledore exclaimed in surprise and glanced at Newt who was restless in a funny way.

"Actually, there's no need to rush. I guess Tina hasn't arrived in Scotland from Dorset so quickly..."

"Professor, don't be kidding me... I really have to go back quickly."

Newt Scamander coughed lightly, stood up with an awkward expression, hurriedly walked to the fireplace, grabbed a handful of floo powder and threw it into the fire, then disappeared in a panic into the green

in the flames.

Dumbledore was soon the only one left in the office.

"Tsk tsk...marriage is really terrible..."

Dumbledore shook his head with emotion, raised his wand and tapped it deftly towards the fireplace.

"All curses come to an end!"

crackle.

Accompanied by the explosion of tongues of fire.

The fireplace at Hogwarts quietly retreated from the Ministry of Magic's floo network.

…………

After a while.

Hogwarts Headmaster's Office.

On the stairs above the study, another Dumbledore slowly walked down.

"Gale, please be more careful next time! Newt is very sensitive! You are playing with fire!"

Dumbledore frowned and said seriously.

"Also, did you deliberately target Newt just now? This is different from what we agreed before."

"Albus, it's not my fault, is it? They started arguing among themselves. They had conflicts before, and they each had their own ideological positions. They started arguing without even saying a few words. What can I do?

Method?"

Grindelwald, who had returned to his own appearance, answered innocently while eating the cookies on the table.

"This biscuit tastes good. Do you want one? I won't be able to eat it until the girl comes back."

"If you explain things clearly in advance, there won't be so many conflicts."

Dumbledore walked down the stairs unmoved and took away the plate of cookies in front of Grindelwald.

"Gale! You clearly know that Newt is not good at negotiating with the Ministry of Magic, but you still let him confront the Ministry of Magic first, and then come out to make adjustments. This is no joke! What if they..."

"That's just your worry. I have my own sense of discretion in this regard, so don't worry."

Grindelwald grinned, smiled nonchalantly, and pointed to the sky outside the window.

Outside the window, the sky is clear...

"Besides, even if something really happened...to start over would be..."

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Chapter completed!
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