Chapter 179: Newton Artemis Fido “Newt” Scamander

    In the end, having the strongest power meant having the say.

    Everything else was just a noble pretext, just like the inscription under the statue in the Ministry of Magic''s hall:

    "Magic is Might!"

    This was also Voldemort''s lifelong creed.

    From a young age, he used his power to bully the other children in the orphanage. Then, Dumbledore used even greater power to force him into submission.

    Voldemort learned not justice, but that the stronger side could make the weaker side bow down in any way they desired.

    Indeed, this was the harsh reality, an unchanging law from the moment life began.

    Cyrus naturally believed in this truth; otherwise, he wouldn''t pursue power so fervently.

    However, humans weren''t beasts; they couldn''t follow only the most basic principles.

    He wouldn''t be as mad as Voldemort, nor as extreme as Grindelwald, but in any case, mercy was the leniency of the strong, not the right of the weak. Everything should be under his control. ''I don''t want to be on the weaker side of the scale..''

    Without thinking much, Cyrus stepped out of the elevator, bypassing the Goblin Liaison Office and the Centaur Liaison Office, and continued walking inward.

    Magical creatures included not only magical animals but also some humanoid beings, including werewolves, goblins, house-elves, and so on.

    There was even a department specifically for studying dragons, but none of these held much interest for Cyrus.

    It was getting late, and the entire department was nearly empty. As Cyrus walked further, he suddenly saw a balding middle-aged man holding a wand and locking a door.

    The man, hearing footsteps, looked up and showed a surprised expression upon seeing Cyrus:

    "Ardoc, haven''t you finished for the day?"

    "Still got some work to do. By the way, are there any cases of magical creature smuggling, preferably ongoing investigations?" Cyrus showed no concern about being exposed. He responded naturally and directly asked his question.

    His composure stemmed from his own strength. Even if he were discovered, so what?

    At worst, he could just cast a Confundus Charm.

    "Magical creature smuggling?" The middle-aged man looked surprised, giving Cyrus a strange look. "Why are you concerned about that? Aren''t you with the Department of Magical Transportation?"

    "Those dark wizards smuggle magical creatures into the UK, and any carelessness can cause a stir. Not long ago, there were rumors about a ghost ship in the North Sea."

    She was, of course, referring to the duel half a century ago against Grindelwald, a battle that determined the fate of both wizards and Muggles.

    There''s no doubt that if she had attended Hogwarts, she would definitely have been a Gryffindor!

    The nearly hundred-year-old woman was now eager and ready to move, impatient to put her old bones to the test.

    "Should we act now?"

    "No!" Newt hurriedly pulled her back. "We can''t alert them. We don''t know where they''re holding the magical creatures. It''s best to wait until they reveal it themselves." Newt''s somewhat aged hand fumbled in his pocket for a moment, then he gently cradled a small, furry creature in his palm.

    It was a Niffler.

    Nifflers are small, platypus-like creatures with a pouch in their belly similar to an undetectable extension charm.

    However, this Niffler was different from the familiar one Cyrus had seen in the movies. Its color was a lighter shade.

    Cyrus watched as Newt sent the Niffler out. In reality, he had noticed Newt and Tina long ago. These two had very distinctive features, especially Newt''s large brown suitcase that seemed to radiate numerous magical echoes.

    He glanced at Newt and then at the dark wizards in the distance, lightly tapped his wand in the air, and then walked towards Newt.

    "Mr. Scamander."

    Newt and Tina were startled by the sudden greeting.

    They turned around to see a young man with slicked-back hair, the tips dyed a bit of gold, standing behind them.

    "Who are you?"

    Newt squinted, watching as the confident young man walked towards him.

    For a moment, his vision blurred, and he felt as if he saw a familiar figure. He immediately shivered, as if he had fallen into blue flames.

    "Wait, I''m not Dumbledore''s favorite student!"

    Eh..?

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