Going to The Ministère des Affaires Magiques de la France

Crynn POV

Finally caught up! Newt is really running but fortunately, Tina is just fast walking so she haven't reached far since she walked out of Nicholas Flamel's house. "Tina! Please just listen to me," Newt said with concern behind Tina as she attempted to swerve right but Newt still followed, Tina gives absolutely no shit.

"Mr. Scamander, I need to go talk to the Ministry. I know how you feel about aurors," it's getting real, bringing professions into love isn't the brightest idea. "I may have been a little strong in the wordings I expressed on that article," now Newt is panicking and tried to explain in a hurry but Tina beat him into it yet again.

"What was that phrase? A bunch of careerist hypocrites," I have to say, that's not just strong, that's very harsh. "Sorry, but I can't admire people whose answer to everything that they fear or misunderstand is killing," Newt just indirectly said that he did not admire Tina, let's see how that goes.

"I'm an auror and I don't," this entire conversation is amusing, Aria thinks so too. "Yeah, that's because you've got a middle head," Tina came to a stop at that and she doesn't know whether to be offended or to be flattered by that saying that she obviously never heard of. "Excuse me?" She's leaning to being offended it seems.

"It's an expression divided from the three heads of the Runespoor. So the middle one is a visionary and every auror in Europe wants Credence dead except you, you're the middle head," Newt said in fast paces, no breaks or ehms. Tina looks slightly confused at the 'middle head' expression. "Who else uses that expression, Mr. Scamander?" Tina sighed.

"I think it might just be me," and now, Newt is embarrassed, it's all going very well. "And you two, why are you following as well?" Tina then sharply turned and questioned us, just a meter from where they're standing at. "We're here to make sure everything's all right," I smiled innocently and Aria just looked at the skies, pretending she's not hearing anything.

Suddenly, the clouds seem to darken in an entirely new and sinister shade of black. Long and wide fabric of shadows flew above in many quantities, enough to cover every building in Paris which is what its doing right now, luckily though, the muggles can't see it. "Ehm... Crynn, is that what you're here for?" Newt gulped as everyone stared gobsmacked at the sudden development.

"Yes, Grindelwald is rallying all his followers to another great speech. And I'm certain that by the end of the day, Paris will turn to either rubble or ash, both of which I'm here to prevent," that's the entire reason, today is the day, the day either Paris crumbles or not. "This is very bad," Tina exclaimed.

"It's too late, Grindelwald has come for Credence, he might've already had him," Tina is very pessimistic but Newt ain't so. "It's not too late, we can still get to him first," Newt strolled down the road as everyone followed him. "Where are you going," no, no, no, we're not going there. "The French Ministry of Magic."

"No, we won't get anything in the French Ministry!" I said aloud, going there is a complete waste of time. "He's right, the French Ministry is the last place Credence will visit!" Tina argued but my statement isn't aimed for Goddamn Credence! "There's a box hidden in the Ministry Tina, a box that could tell us who Credence really is," there's no box in the Ministry!

"No! The box isn't in the Ministry! It's been moved!" I spoke once more, this will cause me some headaches, Aria can't help either because she hadn't watched the movie or read the screenplay book. "Moved? Err... Mind telling me how you knew about that?" Now Newt is suspicious, c'mon man.

"I have my sources of information," an excuse used too much already. "I don't know what's this all about a box but how about we check the Ministry first, then we use your information," of course Tina is going to trust Newt more than me, she'd only met me for a few minutes. "Going to the Ministry will create unnecessary problems for us!"

"We already had this much problems already, what's another going to affect?!" Newt interjected again. "Fine, fine! We'll go to the French Ministry and after finding out that the box is not even there, we use my information," Newt nodded at that, great, so many circumstances ahead of us, need to remember not to attack the French spirit cats.

"What's wrong with the Ministry?" Aria muttered, I'm feeling like a teacher with her as my student, a teacher that teaches Wizarding World subjects. "We'll probably be caught as intruders and chased by the wizard police," now Aria knows, wonderful. "Any shortcuts to the Ministry?" Newt asked, looking around the block, buildings are already covered in black cloth with a bird insignia of some kind.

"I've apparated to its entrance once," and without warning Tina flicked her wand and oh God, another apparition session. Churning stomachs, overturned eyes, I'm getting used to this. We arrived in seconds, the entrance to The Ministère des Affaires Magiques de la France (Ministry of Magical Affairs of France) is ahead of us. Yes, I can speak a bit of French.

We're in a park with no one but concrete ground, four thin trees and a pedestal lantern in the middle. "Mr. Scamander, shouldn't you be adorning a disguise?" Tina advised and Newt looked confused at that. "Haven't you heard?" I spoke trying to probe at Tina. "Heard of what?" She doesn't know, does she.

"Erm... I got my international travel rights back," Newt is almost inaudible but not quiet enough for Tina not to hear. "You mean, you've had your international travel rights returned and you never even bothered to visit us?!" Tina looks very furious, this has gone to all the wrong ways.