As the City Destroyer Generation, Newt and William and Hermione have essential differences.

That's right, William needs to give himself a certificate! (Washing)

It has always been someone else who wants to destroy the city. When forced, William and Hermione go with the mission of saving.

During this process, it is inevitable that bottles and jars will be smashed and flowers and plants will be damaged.

It is even more understandable that he was wanted by the Ministry of Magic, injured several Aurors who blocked the way, and destroyed one or two buildings of historical value.

They finally saved more people!

Mr. Newt is completely different.

His box can hold a forbidden forest... without losing some strange little animals, just like Hogwarts, who won't have any trouble on Halloween...

Too fake!

From a certain perspective, Newt is the real rich man.

Over the years, after destroying so many cities, I am still alive.

This is worth thinking about.

He was not imprisoned for life, nor did he lose all his money because of high compensation!

Sure enough, by cultivating Super Sniff, has Newt embarked on the road to becoming rich?

Anyway, the smell of Mr. Newt’s house is different from that of other people’s houses.

If you annoy it, even the Dark King dares to steal it for you... It's so brave!

So stealing Malfoy and destroying the tent is really not a big deal.

Just be happy.

This pair of the thieves two beasts obviously had a great time playing.

But Fudge wasn't that happy anymore.

He was extremely angry.

(Calling power)

That's it?!(Roar out)

Ludo Bagman vowed to guarantee him that there would be no trouble...this is it?

"Where did the magic creature come from?" Fudge said angrily, "How can you bring animals to the Quidditch World Cup?!"

He shouted at Delis on the side, "Catch them immediately and send them to the Commission for Disposal of Dangerous Animals..."

Fudge suddenly remembered that the sniff still had a lot of jewelry and Galone.

There must be more treasures in its belly bag.

Hehe~

He immediately changed his words and said, "No, I'll send it to me first. I'll check if there are any black magic items!"

Fudge thought for a while and continued, "Go to find the owner again and check if he has a breeding license. If not, send it to Azkaban."

"What if there is, sir?"

"Just give me...fork out!"

"Yes, Mr. Minister!" Delis shouted: "I promise to complete the task."

Since losing Black last time, he has completely lost Fudge's trust.

The minister gave Kingsley all his tenderness, and he looked like a new man was better than an old man.

Now that Kingsley is not here, Delix must seize the opportunity and lick the minister comfortably.

He must find the sniff and the birds and snakes, and then follow the clues to find the master.

But Delix obviously couldn't find it, because a ring suddenly appeared on William's right hand.

The bird and snake were curled up in his hands.

A group of people continued to walk forward. After they left, William glanced backwards, and many wizards rushed over and captured the peacocks.

Several peacocks are obviously pets carefully raised by Malfoy, and are expensive.

Unfortunately, it's going to be put into the pot. This is a bit like using expensive tea leaves to make tea eggs, using 50-year-old Moutai to disinfect, and using a BMW 5 Series engine to press it on the tractor.

They walked a distance, and Fudge took the initiative to ask about Nico.

William realized it later and finally reacted after many dealings.

No wonder Foggy is so eager to him recently. Even though he received Malfoy's black money, he secretly released the eagle-headed, horse-body winged beast Buckbeck.

Because he thought Nico was about to die.

A few years ago, Dumbledore released news: Nicole Lemay destroyed the Philosopher's Stone and was determined to give up his long life.

This is completely nonsense, Dumbledore deliberately released fake news.

Only after fifty years old will people realize that Nico, who has been saying that he is going to die, is still alive until he is seven hundred years old.

Nico just felt that the magic world was too dangerous and was preparing to change the trumpet.

I don’t know if Voldemort believed it, but Fauci had believed it anyway. He began to focus on the so-called legacy.

Who should I give such a huge sum of money that can even cause global inflation and the decline in gold prices?

Countless rumors and facts have proved that Nie was William's teacher, so his alchemy was so powerful.

Just give it to this student and Stark may become one of the richest families in the British magic world.

Fudge was raising pigs, waiting to cut William's leeks.

After thinking about this clearly, William was also amused and crying.

But there was no one thing to remind the minister: even if you die of old age, Nico will not die.

Reality is so cruel.

When he was about to reach the other side of the station, Fuji suddenly raised his hand and waved his cuckold hard.

"Hey, Merlin's butt! It's that old thing Horas!" Fudge was excited. "I haven't seen him for a long time!"

William looked up and stood in the distance, talking to three wizards.

Seeing a large group of Ministry of Magic officials, several of them shut up.

"What are you talking about?" Fudge said as he approached. "Batty?"

Barty Crouch…William had heard of him the year he entered school, and his niece Judy had mentioned it many times.

Crouch looks fifty years old, with a straight waist, stiff movements, wearing a spotless crisp suit and tie.

The short mustache seems to be trimmed with a sliding ruler, and the shoes are polished shiny.

He looked like a harsh wizard.

Faced with Fudge's inquiry, Crouch just glanced at him sharply and immediately said: "Ali Basher asked me to talk about the flying carpet."

"Oh, of course, Barty." Fudge smiled on his face: "You are the director of the Department of International Magic Exchange and Cooperation, and this kind of transnational trade is indeed under your jurisdiction."

"So, is there something wrong?" Fudge looked at the wizard merchant from Egypt.

"Mr. Minister." Basher said with grievance:

"I talked to Mr. Weasley about this. But he said that my carpet was defined as a Muggle craft in the Register of Disabled Magic Items."

"There is such a thing?" Fudge thought for two seconds, smiled, and shook his head: "Since there is a clear rule, I can't help it.

We have to respect…the law.”

Fuji looked righteous.

"However, if there is anything else, you can come to me at any time," he hinted.

William just heard a few words and understood what was going on.

Two years ago, Mr. Weasley enacted a Muggle Protection Act.

With this law, Mr. Weasley searched the Malfoy's house many times to check for any dark magic items.

Finally, in anger, Malfoy threw Voldemort's diary to Ron, causing the secret room to open.

The consequences of this law are far more than these.

Because the Muggle Protection Act clearly stipulates that it is prohibited to use magic on Muggle items with the intention to add additional functions.

Ali Basheer is a businessman who wants to export the flying carpet to the UK.

Flying carpets are very popular in the Arab world.

Although British wizards prefer to use brooms as travel tools, Basher believes that flying carpets still have loopholes in the home transportation market.

This is a bit of a sales strategy for selling combs to monks and guns to wizards.

However, due to the protection law, the magic carpet is covered with the banned magic items and cannot be sold.
To be continued...