Hogwarts: The Obscurial War School

A disappointed Tina returned to the elevator with Newt.

Newt was quiet, he just didn't understand the situation, he wasn't stupid.

It was very quiet in the elevator. Even the goblin who was the elevator operator kept silent and silently operated the elevator to a certain floor.

When the hollow metal elevator door reopened, a narrow, stuffy, windowless basement room came into view.

This place is like a cold and damp sewer, which is in sharp contrast to the usual grandeur of the Magical Congress.

Obviously, this is probably a department like the "Horse Office". Any employee assigned here is close to being fired. Combined with the words of the Madam Chairman just now, it is not difficult to guess something - this former Auror lady is currently on probation.

He led Newt past an automatic typewriter. No one was operating it, but the typewriter was working on its own.

It spat out documents one after another, and the paper covered with words folded itself into a mouse, looking very clever. They will crawl along a pipe extending in all directions to the corresponding office.

And some discarded documents will turn into mice sliding down the pipe, biting into piles of paper scraps.

"It's so convenient and fun." Aurelius commented.

Tina's desk was very far back, a little messy, and even gathering dust. A wooden sign hung in front of it that read "Wand Licensing Office."

The small cabinets were filled with wand applications, and there were quite a few on the table.

Newt glanced at Tina with sympathy. Everything here was lifeless and looked very much like the "House Elf Resettlement Office" where he had stayed.

Tina pulled out the chair, patted the dirt on it, and sat down. She secretly glanced at Newt. What just happened made her feel very embarrassed. She happened to meet Newt's eyes, which made her even more annoyed.

"Ahem -" Tina cleared her throat, acting businesslike and inhumane, "So, have you obtained a wand permit? All foreigners coming to New York must have this."

“I applied by post a few weeks ago.”

"Scamander...were you still in Equatorial Guinea at that time?" Tina raised her head suspiciously.

"I just completed a year of fieldwork," Newt replied. "I'm currently writing a book about those magical creatures."

Tina asked: "Something like, uh, a 'Guide to Extinct Creatures'?"

"No," Newt said without hesitation, "I wanted to write this book to help people understand why these animals should be protected rather than killed."

"Goldstein!" came a quick voice. Upon hearing this, Tina stuck her butt out and lay down, as if she was hiding from some wild beast.

"Where is she? Where is she?"

A middle-aged man with slightly thinning hair came over and looked at Tina helplessly like an ostrich, "Goldstein!"

Tina knew she didn't hide, so she reluctantly stuck her head out.

"Sir Abernethy."

"Did you go to the investigation team to meddle in other people's business again?" Abernethy asked, holding his forehead with a headache.

Tina moved her mouth but stopped talking.

He continued: "Where on earth did you go?"

Tina said vaguely: "What...?"

He looked at Newt and said, "Where did she catch you?"

"I?"

Newt quickly looked at Tina, who winked desperately. For a moment, Newt didn't guess what she meant, so he hesitated.

"Are you following 'Second Salem' again?" The exchange of glances between the two could not escape Abernethy's eyes.

"Of course not, sir." Tina defended quickly, but her face was a bit pale and reluctant, making her sophistry unconvincing.

Da da da--

The leather shoes collided with the floor, making a crisp sound. Abernathy turned his head to look, stood up straight, cleared his throat and said, "Good afternoon, Mr. Graves...sir."

The graceful Grindelwald walks with his hands in his pockets, confident and proud.

This is not just Grindelwald. As a descendant of the Twelve Aurors, Percival Graves is a figure like the male god of the Magic Congress.

It's hard to say whether it was this magnanimity that led to Grindelwald being chosen.

"Good afternoon, Abernethy."

Seeing her old leader, Tina was much calmer than before, but her hurried words were a bit unusual, "Mr. Graves, sir, this is Mr. Scamander from the UK. There are... A very crazy creature that somehow escaped and just wreaked havoc inside the bank."

Grindelwald glanced at Newt, "Mr. Omer from the Wizarding Defense and Muggle Affairs Department reported that a robbery with serious consequences occurred at the Steen National Bank in New York this morning..."

"Robbery?! No, no, no, it's impossible, sir, that's just a Niffler. I've already dumped all the things it stole into the vault..." Newt defended anxiously, but as he spoke, Newt suddenly A pause: "No! No! I didn't pour much out of it—"

"Gold, the gold products in vault No. 131 of the Steen National Bank of New York were swept away." Grindelwald added, "The value is more than three hundred and thirty thousand US dollars."

(PS: The U.S. gold price in 1926 was US$20.6 per ounce [31.1 grams], which is approximately US$0.66/gram. The highest price in 2019 was US$2,070/ounce.)

"Gold?! I, I don't see gold..." Newt said blankly.

Grindelwald said calmly: "Don't be nervous, let me see the little guy."

Is he someone who cares about how much Muggles lose?

He didn't care, his purpose was just to see Newt's box!

Tina breathed a sigh of relief, the old leader was still so reliable.

But Newt's heart was in his throat: "That's just..."

No one paid attention to him, and Tina directly picked up the box on the ground and placed it on the table.

Once opened——

Six kinds of baked goods are neatly stacked in the box, exuding a charming and delicious fragrance.

"..."

"..."

"..."

"!!!"