Invisible String [t. s]

New Problems Begin

"I'm the Head of Magical Law Enforcement. I have the right to go to wherever I please." He said, looking at Albus dead in the eye, the smile he had dropped slowly. "Out of here." He ordered the children, but none of them moved, instead, they all looked at Dumbledore. That only caused Travers' rage to increase.

"Go with Professor, McGonagall, please." Every single one of them moved and started to get out, their eyes glued to the Aurors who stood in the classroom. A little girl focused on Élie, who smiled and winked at her before she walked out.

"He's the best teacher we've got." Said a Gryffindor kid to Travers, making Theseus and Amélie exchange looks, both smiling amused.

"Thanks, McLaggan." Said Dumbledore, telling him with his soft tone of voice to please leave.

"Get out." Travers told the boy harshly.

"Come, McLaggen." McGonagall told the kid and they all walked out. Once that happened, two Aurors moved to the back, to stand behind Dumbledore's desk, Theseus and Amélie moved to the left to stand by the windows, Travers was right before Dumbledore and the other three were standing behind him.

"What can I help you with?" Asked Dumbledore.

"Newt Scamander is in Paris." Travers said.

"Really?" Albus smiled at the ground, placing his hands into the pockets of his trousers.

"Cut the pretence. I know he's there on your orders."

"Oh, if you ever had the pleasure to teach him, you'd know Newt is not a great follower of orders." Theseus giggled in a whisper that was only audible by the short woman beside him. There were only three people in that room that knew how true that was. Dumbledore did look at the older Scamander brother as he said that before Travers threw something at him for him to catch. A book.

"You read 'The Predictions' of Tycho Dodnus?"

"Mmm. Many years ago." He opened the book and had a look at the first page.

"A son cruelly banished. Despair of the daughter. Return-" He started quoting the poem.

"Yes, I know it." Dumbledore cut him off and sat on his desk.

"There is a rumour this prediction refers to the Obscurial. They say that Grindelwald wants-"

"As a highborn henchman, I've heard the rumour." He cut Travers off again.

"And yet, Scamander appears wherever the Obscurial goes...to protect him. Meanwhile you've build up quite a little network of international contacts." Dumbledore smiled, incredulous and amused.

"However long you keep me and my friends under surveillance, you're not going to discover plots against you, Travers, because we want the same thing: the defeat of Grindelwald." He sighed. "But, I warn you, your policies of suppression and violence are pushing supporters into his arms."

"I'm not interested in your warnings. Now..." Travers sighed, as well as some Aurors that silently think he should be interested in that warning. "It pains me to say it because, well...I don't like you." Both men laughed at the sarcasm of the Head of Law Enforcement department. "But, you are the only wizard who is his equal. I need you to fight him." Dumbledore looked at the ground, the wall across from him and then at Travers.

"I can't." Travers pulled out his wand, and with a flick of his wrist, he made some mist appear before them all. Every single one present was looking at the images before them.

"Because of this?" The mist quickly turned into figures. Dumbledore and Grindelwald's figures. "You and Grindelwald were as close as brothers." The Aurors simply looked at the people in the mist, surprised.