After Auror left, Clicang sat back on his chair.

He looked at William and said in a pleasant voice: "Stark, why did you take the initiative to surrender to the Ministry of Magic? I really didn't expect it."

"Is it impossible to be pursued by our Aurors?"

"Hmm? Are your Aurors chasing us?" William tilted his head and showed a puzzled expression.

"That's really sorry, you put too little pressure on me. Hermione and I had a great time and didn't notice this."

"Eloquent." Clicang smiled, Stark entered the Ministry of Magic, just the meat of the chopping board.

He said calmly: "Then why did you come to the Ministry of Magic on your own initiative?"

"I said, I'll negotiate with you."

"Conditions...you found the box?!"

"Box, what box?" William pretended to be stupid: "You said Newt's box? Haven't it been in the UK all the time, and it has never been lost."

"It seems that I have really found it." Clicang nodded slightly.

"Don't bother whether I found it or not, the key issue now is no longer a box, but the atomic bomb in Arya's hand."

William frowned slightly and said in a serious tone: "But I notice that you don't seem to have any action, nor do you inform the public to carry out effective evacuation."

"Tell the people?" Crigan was shocked and said in an amused tone: "William, are you kidding?"

"What's wrong?" the boy showed a confused expression.

"Is what I said wrong? That's an atomic bomb, which may detonate in Paris. You are the official, of course you have to tell everyone that the people have the right to know..."

"No, they have the right to ignorance." Crigan denied seriously.

"Knowledge represents conspiracy and crime, while ignorance has a certain dignity.

William, you cannot always satisfy any wish of the people unconditionally, if that wish does not benefit them.

It's like, would you give the alcoholic a bottle of flame whiskey?"

"Won't……"

"Yes, the atomic bomb is just flame whiskey, and the people are just alcoholics. Let them know too much, and there is nothing else to do except bring panic." Clicang said lightly.

"To tell you the truth, it was not my personal decision to suppress this matter, but the joint decision after serious discussion between the Minister of Magic and Muggle President Mitterrand."

"They think that the announcement of the Paris nuclear crisis now will only stimulate that woman and make her commit a nuclear explosion immediately, and nothing will be saved."

"So, you choose not to do anything and wait for death here?"

William pursed his lips tightly, his expression even more McGonagall than Hermione.

"Of course not." Crigan shook his head, "We negotiated with the Ukrainian Ministry of Magic and confirmed that an atomic bomb was indeed lost, and there were many Muggle researchers missing together."

"We have already drawn a large number of wizards to track down that woman. Until then, we can't alarm the snake.

Paris is a big city with more than 10 million Muggles. Do you know what crisis would bring if Muggles knew about this?

People will flee outside regardless of the silence, traffic will be paralyzed immediately, and law and order will disappear. The country will be in chaos.

That would be more terrifying than the lethality brought by an atomic bomb. Moreover, we cannot expose the existence of the magic world."

"But you can't even catch us, and you still expect to catch Arya?" William raised his chin and sarcastically.

"So we need your help and more detailed information," Clicang said.

"I don't have any information to you. I know that everything has been reminded by that letter."

William's eyes were filled with anger and he said angrily: "You French are not ready to be responsible for the people. Do you expect us British to save you?"

Crigan looked at William in surprise and frowned, "What is your purpose today?"

"Save Newt, we can't keep him, and we're here to wait for you to die," said William.

"If the nuclear bomb explodes, you will definitely use the phantom to show off. Will anyone take charge of him in prison?"

"Sorry, if you refuse to cooperate, Mr. Scarmand can only stay in the Ministry of Magic." Clicang's voice turned cold.

"You have no choice but to do this." William smiled.

"What's the meaning?"

"You don't wonder, my lovely Hermione and I have always been inseparable. Why is it that I... appear here now?"

"So, your little girlfriend... is named Granger, where is she?"

Crigan narrowed his eyes, "You don't want her to go to prison, do you? Don't joke, she is just a third-grade little witch and doesn't have this ability!"

"Of course Hermione doesn't have this ability." William smiled sweetly, but there was no smile in his eyes, but it was very cold.

"So, I'm talking nonsense to you here."

"You are not Stark?!" Clicang said furiously.

"Of course not, I am the incompetent little witch Hermione Granger in your mouth!" Hermione said with revenge.

Hermione suddenly raised her hand and threw out more than a dozen feces and various smoke bombs from the safety table.

The stench instantly spread across the office, and the black mist covered Cligan's vision.

The girl seemed to be taking out the trash and angrily threw all the prank products sold in the Akali mysterious store in this not-so-large office.

He dares to say that she is incompetent!

Hermione is so angry!

A large number of beans fell on the ground and turned into pea shooters, squirting wildly.

This thing was made by William and was first sold to the little wizards of Hogwarts to deal with Quirrell.

Now it has become Crigan's nightmare.

Crigan let out a rage, his wand swung, creating a barrier to block the attack of pea.

His wand swung again, and a strong wind swept through it, but the black smoke did not dissipate and still enveloped the office.

Of course it has not dissipated. This is the darkness created by Peru's stealth smoke bombs. Only dark magical items such as the Hand of Glory can pass through it.

The Auror at the door opened the door and rushed over.

But in the black mist, a vine wrapped around his ankle and threw him backwards.

Devil Net!

William once took away the Devil's Net in the fourth floor restricted area and made it into a massage machine.

After two years of cultivation, many demons have been cultivated.

Hermione threw it directly in the office, and the Devil Net was raging wildly in the darkness.

Crigan's office suddenly became an enhanced version of the Hogwarts penalty area.

Hermione threw the snakebird wrapped around her left hand out. It suddenly became bigger and smashed the office walls.

Hermione whistled, and the bird snake turned and rushed towards her. She jumped up and rushed downstairs.

"Goodbye, Mr. Director! Next time I come to Paris, William and I will visit you!"

...

...

The sixth floor underground of the Ministry of Magic, prison.

The bound Newt was hung in the air by magic. When he was transported to the upper floor, the prisoners slapped the iron bars and shouted loudly.

Four Aurors surrounded Newt, guarding him, and successfully left the heavily guarded underground prison.

After walking for a few minutes, the elevator was suddenly opened, and a figure covered in dust ran over from inside.

It's Clicang!

"Hurry up, hand Scarmand to me!" Clicang said hurriedly.

"Stark just attacked me in the office and he wanted to rob Scarmand."

"But, Mr. Clicang..."

"Hurry up, he brought a lot of wizards. You guys go to support now, I will take Scarmand to leave first."

"Yes!" One of the Aurors handed Scarmand to Clican.

The four Aurors only took a few steps when the alarm suddenly sounded.

I saw a series of sprays poking out from the walls, and a large amount of liquid spilled on the corridor.

Every portrait on the corridor wall became William.

The alarm is constantly echoing.

"Alarm! Alarm! There is a wanted wizard, William Stark!"

Four Aurors stared at Crigan…to be more precise, William.

The effect of the compound decoction has been washed away by the liquid, and William has changed himself again.
To be continued...