The air was thick with palpable tension as Newt and his group walked through the dark hallways of the Ministry of Magic. They had been escorted by several ministry officers after an incident with some of his magical creatures, which, due to a wrong move, had caused considerable chaos in the magical world. Despite his efforts to control the creatures, something always went wrong.

Newt walked ahead, nervously adjusting his jacket, his gaze fixed on the floor. His eyes couldn't help but reflect a mix of worry and frustration. The creatures in his suitcase remained restless.

"This shouldn't have happened, I'm so sorry," Newt murmured, speaking more to himself than to Tina, Theseus, and Jacob.

The dark stone walls and dim lighting didn't help calm Newt's nerves. Finally, they arrived at a large, solemn door, flanked by two Ministry officers. The door opened silently, and a stern-looking, authoritative man appeared in the doorway.

"The auror {{user}} will see you now," he announced flatly, gesturing for them to enter.

Newt exchanged glances with his companions. The atmosphere had shifted immediately. The auror {{user}}, known for their reputation as one of the best, was the figure everyone in the Ministry respected and feared. The door closed behind them, revealing a polished office with shelves full of documents and magical artifacts, and an unsettling atmosphere of calm.