Chapter 1271: Ian's Defenses Shattered

As the saying goes, all crows under the sky are equally black.

The essence of the Ministry of Magic in the United Kingdom is not fundamentally different from the Ministry of Magic here in Africa; perhaps the only difference is that the Ministry of Magic in the UK won’t act so blatantly.

After all, they value things like gentlemanly demeanor over there, but this does not mean the people in the Ministry are true gentlemen. Most of them are hypocrites just like Fudge, who appear dignified and righteous on the surface.

Officials like Arthur Weasley, Ron’s father, are indeed the minority. Otherwise, why would they ostracize him instead of others? It’s simply because he cannot be complicit with them.

Because of this.

Ian is well aware of the convolutions within the Ministry of Magic, so he is not surprised that Newt has been detained by the Ministry here for a reason that isn’t particularly harmful.

The main thing is whether Newt can get out—it’s important to know some places’ Ministry of Magic officials do not just want benefits; they won’t stop until they’ve completely drained a person dry.

That’s the situation with the Ministry of Magic at Ah San’s place.

“Where is he now?”

Ian asked.

“He’s in the ‘Silence Tower’ at the Ministry of Magic,” Baboua said. “That’s a place where they interrogate serious offenders, and those who enter… seldom come out unscathed.”

Ian’s gaze was profound as he looked toward the horizon.

Newt was in trouble.

And he may have to find out how deep this so-called “trouble” really is. If it is truly a false accusation, perhaps he can intervene to help Newt in order to assist with his future plans.

Although they are not yet acquainted, and this could alter the future, the time in the Harry Potter World is very strange. You can deceive time simply by changing your appearance or using an alias.

As the saying goes, deceiving time.

It’s something many wizards have always been keen on.

Not only has Dumbledore done research on it, but Ian is also well-versed in this—he has rich experience in traveling through time and is considered a veteran in this field.

“Your news is quite good.”

Ian’s expression remained neutral.

Baboua cautiously observed Ian’s expression, quickly calculating in his mind as Ian confirmed Newt’s identity and asked for trouble details. He tentatively asked, “Honorable sir, if you need more specific information, or want to understand the Ministry’s attitude and subsequent handling of the matter, this humble one could perhaps help you arrange things further?”

“I do know a few friends within the Ministry of Magic who have some say, though their positions aren’t high, gathering some information shouldn’t be a problem.”

He rubbed his hands.

Implying he could obtain internal information through bribery or connections. His words had two meanings: one was to show his channels and abilities, and the other was to probe how Ian planned to handle this situation—whether he intended to gather intel in a “gentle” manner or had other plans.

However, Ian straightforwardly shook his head, his tone calm but carrying an undeniable implication: “There’s no need. I will personally go to understand the situation about the Ministry of Magic.”

Baboua’s heart sank, not daring to ask further. He silently speculated that the strong man’s “personal understanding” would likely not be as simple as politely visiting with an introduction letter.

Recalling the terrifying power the other party unknowingly displayed yesterday, he can almost foresee that the Nairobi Ministry of Magic branch might be in for quite a “storm.” But that’s not a matter for a small-time intelligence merchant like him to worry about. He even secretly looks forward to seeing those usually arrogant officials get humbled.

Moreover.

This kind of intelligence.

Might also allow him to earn a fortune—they can always grasp the direction of profit in any upheaval.

Thinking about this.

“Yes, yes, I’ve spoken too much,” Baboua quickly nodded and bowed. “With your capabilities, sir, you naturally don’t need us small fry to help inquire.”

His eyes turned, and he switched to another way of testing, also trying to sell his “additional services”: “Then, do you need any manpower, sir? This humble one knows some skilled experts who will work for payment, are experienced, and will leave the locale immediately after the job without leaving any trace.”

“Whether it’s creating chaos to attract attention or assisting in withdrawal, they’re capable.” As he spoke, he carefully observed Ian’s reaction.

He wanted to see if this strong man intended to confront the Ministry of Magic head-on.

Even if only on a small scale.

For him, precise intelligence was very important.

However.

This time, Ian did not respond immediately. He merely slowly turned his head, his gaze calm and settling on Baboua.

The moment Ian’s gaze touched him, Baboua felt as if he had been struck by lightning!

He felt as though his soul was being stripped from his body, thrown into a vast, cold, endless cosmic deep space! All surrounding sounds and scenes vanished, leaving only endless darkness and cold, distant, spinning stars. A sense of smallness, vulnerability, fear like dust overwhelmed him instantly!

“What’s happening!!!” He was unable to think, unable to breathe, even losing the sense of time, as if eternity had passed, yet also merely a moment.

“I don’t need the help of those people.” When Ian withdrew his gaze, Baboua snapped back to reality, his legs nearly giving way, almost collapsing to the ground.

He breathed heavily, cold sweat cascading like a waterfall from his forehead and back, instantly soaking his undershirt. This man looked at Ian with unprecedented shock and fear from the depths of his soul! That one glance made him genuinely experience what a world of difference was!