"Shocked! The famous fantasy zoologist Newt Scamander was arrested in Paris recently!"

"Call to establish a wizard blacklist: Scarmand's complete ban!"

"He's here, he's here, he's here with his black box!"

In the early morning, people came and went outside Forstenberg Square.

Many wizards looked at the "Daily of Paris" in their hands while walking. The group of titles that shocked the true legends of the department really attracted attention.

There were two obvious young wizards in the crowd. They were mixed with office workers and seemed out of place.

As the headquarters of the French Ministry of Magic, its entrance is in the Place Forstenberg in the 6th arrondissement of Paris.

William pulled Hermione and stayed by a tree near the fountain. The roots suddenly rose out of the ground, forming a birdcage elevator around them.

Hermione was a little nervous. This was the first time she came to the Ministry of Magic, and it was actually the Ministry of Magic in France.

The girl's palm was a little sweaty, and William gently tapped the back of her hand, indicating that she could relax.

The elevator slowly landed underground, and the two followed the crowd and stepped into the hall of the Ministry of Magic.

This is an art-style hall with a large number of zodiac patterns painted on the vaulted ceiling.

Because it was morning, office workers were endless, and wizards kept coming to the Ministry of Magic through the fireplace.

William and Hermione walked to the front desk.

The receptionist was a very young witch with thick wine-colored hair falling naturally on her shoulders, looking like she had just graduated from school.

Otherwise, I wouldn't have come to the front desk.

Seeing William coming, her eyes lit up and she asked gently in French: "I am the receptionist Costa, welcome you to the Ministry of Magic. What business do you do?"

"I'm going to visit the prison." William skillfully said in French: "Visit Mr. Newt Scamander."

Costa raised his eyebrows, and she also read the newspaper, knowing that Scarmand was arrested.

The old bastard who brought the crisis of destroying the city to major cities repeatedly!

She still said in a gentle tone: "Sorry, he is the main criminal of the Ministry of Magic... If you need it, you can let your parents come..."

She suddenly frowned and said in surprise: "Sorry, you are not French, are you?"

"No." William was stunned for a moment and said strangely: "Can you hear from my accent, I'm not a French?"

No, Furong clearly said that his accent was very authentic and standard Paris accent!

"No." Costa covered his mouth and smiled, "I just graduated from Boothbaton. If you are a Boothbaton student, I have no reason not to be impressed.

Your appearance is the kind that makes people meet and it is unforgettable."

William was speechless, it turned out that his outstanding appearance exposed him.

It seems that he is handsome and not so happy, and occasionally he is mixed with small troubles that are not too annoying.

Very melancholy...

"I'm not a Boothbaton student, and I go to school in Hogwarts," William explained.

"Hogwarts?" Costa was stunned, "Then your French is awesome! I rarely see British people. They speak such authentic French... how old are you?"

The young lady stayed at the front desk for a long time, was bored and chattering endlessly, even more chattering than Bertha.

William endured for two seconds and had to interrupt and repeated, "Miss Costa, I need to visit the prison and visit Mr. Newt Scarmand."

"But...no." Costa insisted: "Scarmand is a prisoner now, and no one can visit you. You two are not yet adults, let alone…"

"In fact, he can!" Hermione retorted in stuttering French.

William studied French, and Hermione also learned some of them with him, and some of the simplest daily life can still be said.

In fact, many well-educated British children can say a few words.

After all, French had a great influence on Britain, and the Duke of Norman conquered Britain.

Until now, French is still an important language of the British royal family and a symbol of the upper class. Not only is the state banquet menu written in French, but the national emblem is also in French.

"William is the representative of British youth in Wiesengamor." Hermione said seriously.

This passage of French is extremely fluent, and Hermione obviously practiced it in private.

"He has the right to visit Scarmand!"

Scotta was shocked. As a small clerk in the Ministry of Magic, Wisengamo knew about it.

How old is the boy in front of me? Is it the representative of the teenagers in Wiesengam, England?

Every country has representatives of Visengamo youth. Generally, over the age of sixteen, one-third of the wizards in Visengamo are required to finally pass the review.

Those respected wizards have very picky eyes, and most of the representatives of teenagers have vacant positions.

Dumbledore was his youth representative at that time. As the recipient of the Merlin Medal, William was a little lacking in age, but he was still able to approve it.

During the summer vacation of the first grade, Forge exchanged greetings to help him apply, and then the following text was gone. It was not until now that he passed the review with the help of Dumbledore.

"I am indeed a representative of the British teenager in Wiesengamor." Seeing that the other party was not convinced, William signaled to Hermione.

Hermione immediately took out a badge with the letter W from her pocket, and other things that indicated his identity.

"According to Article 73 of the International Secretariat Act, the wizard management agency of each country is responsible for hiding the magical world in its own jurisdiction..."

William just took a quick look at the information, so he got stuck.

Hermione, who has a strong memory, posted behind him and whispered a reminder.

William immediately said: "Well... violators will be punished by the governing body's laws.

No matter what Scarmander did in Paris, by law, has the right to extradite him back home.”

"He was then rigorously tried by the fair British Wiesengamor," Hermione echoed. "Send him to Azkaban!"

I have memorized this French paragraph again.

The two of them sang together, and the young lady was stunned. She was just a counter staff member. Should she be so serious?

"You two are right, kid." A stern voice rang behind the people.

A wizard in a purple robe walked over from the door. He was about sixty years old and had a goatee on his face.

"Mr. Clicang." Scott said respectfully quickly.

"Yeah." Clicang nodded and gestured, then stared at William, and he stretched out his hand.

"Mr. Stark...the youngest recipient of the Medal of Merlin, I've heard of you.

I am the Director of the Magic Law Enforcement Division…and I also gave the order to arrest Scarmand.”

William shook hands with the other party.

“When did you become the representative of the British teenagers in Wiesengamor?”

"Yesterday." William whispered, "It's just a small matter, and I just received the notice."

"Dumbledore is fast... we have only arrested Scamander for a day." Clicar sneered.

“But you are just a teenager representative, unlike the Wiesengamor member.

According to the Wisengamo Charter of Rights, you have the right to hear... and only the right to hear, and there is no right to vote, let alone the right to extradite prisoners back home."

The representatives of youth are different from those of Wiesengamor, and their symbolic significance is far greater than their actual significance. This is a very famous honorary title.

In other words, if there is any trial in the UK, he has the right to listen, learn, or even express his opinions. No matter how much use it is, it will be useless.

Wiesengamor will not allow a teenager representative to participate in the vote.

"But I have Dumbledore's authorization, he is the chief magician of Wisengamor, England, and the president of the International Federation," said William.

Hermione took out a piece of paper from her pocket, which was written in golden floral characters.

The International Wizards Federation is an intergovernmental organization in the magic world, roughly equivalent to the United Nations in the Muggle world, and the person in charge is the president of the International Wizards Federation.

However, unlike the UN Secretary-General of the Muggle World, the International Wizards Federation is a real-powered department that can interfere with the sovereignty of various countries to a certain extent.

William had no rights at first, but if Dumbledore's authorization and his own representative identity were no longer a symbolic meaning.

"It's Dumbledore's handwriting." Clicgan checked.

"However, the International Office of Magic and Law has not notified us that Dumbledore, even the president of the Wizards Federation, cannot command me to release people from the top.

Strictly speaking, I am not under the jurisdiction of a British man!”

"I understand." William said with a smile, "so, back to our initial application.

I need to visit the prison and listen to Scarmand's confession!

With the order of the President of the International Wizards Federation, on behalf of the United Kingdom, the exercise of rights in France... I don't think you would object?"

Clicang took a step back, squinted his eyes, and looked at the young man in front of him.

...
Chapter completed!