From Beauxbatons to Hogwarts

"Miss Jorkins, do you want me to guarantee your safety?" Calvin asked.

"Isn't this what it should be?" Bertha Jorkins was a little displeased, "You have obtained important information from me, and you should protect me both emotionally and rationally."

Calvin rubbed his chin, as if he was calculating something, "You can't think of it this way, Miss Jorkins, although I have obtained important information from you, but I also cured your amnesia, so we are clear. "

After saying that, he picked up his windbreaker and planned to walk out.

Then I heard the sharp voice of Bertha Jorkins: "You can't... I'm going to find the Auror... Please, Mr. Capet, give me a little help."

Calvin immediately sat back on the chair, "Very good, it seems that the more than two years of amnesia has not affected your IQ, so what should you do now?"

Bertha Jorkins was also expected to enter the Ministry of Magic right out of school, and she quickly made the right decision.

"Thank you, Mr. Capet, for curing my amnesia. What I said just now were all angry words, please don't take it to heart."

Calvin nodded slightly: "What else?"

Bertha's voice was slightly trembling: "Mr. Capet, I, I am willing to serve you."

"Good boy," Calvin stood up and patted Bertha Jorkins on the head, "there are still clever wizards like you in Britain."

"Mr. Capet," Bertha said, tilting her head, "When will the Barty Crouch matter be resolved? What should I do?"

"You don't have to worry about Crouch," Calvin said. "I will deal with him as soon as possible. You just need to wait until Batty stands in the dock and come out as a witness."

"You go back to work on Monday and remember to look the same as before. Just don't show any flaws."

……

After leaving the Leaky Cauldron, Calvin was not in a hurry to find Fudge. He had always been a very cautious person. He also needed to verify Bertha Jorkins' testimony.

After reading many old newspapers from many years ago at Flourish and Blotts Bookstore, night gradually enveloped London. Calvin put on a black trench coat and a top hat that concealed his face, and hurriedly disappeared into the night.

Calvin wouldn't be stupid enough to go directly to Barty Crouch's house, force his way into the basement, pull the man out and get a good look at his face.He chose to visit the Crouch family gravesite.

The Crouch family cemetery was built on the edge of a lake, and the water vapor enveloped it, forming a thick fog.Calvin's black cloak fluttered behind him, like the god of death walking in the world.

It didn't take long for him to find Jane Crouch's tomb. The tomb was luxuriously decorated, and the gray and black marble sarcophagus made it conspicuous among the other tombs.Obsidian tombstones are even more luxurious.

The only problem was that it was so dirty and the tombstones were covered in dust and cobwebs, as if no one had ever cleaned them.

Would Barty Crouch really do this to his late wife's grave?

Calvin did not use magic, but used his hands to wipe away the dust and main net on the tombstone, allowing Calvin to see clearly the words engraved on it, "Jane Monica Crouch, 1940-1981"

"I'm sorry if I did something wrong." Calvin patted the tombstone, not knowing who he was talking to.

At this moment, everything around him was cold and dark, the sun had already set, and the thick fog blocked the weak moonlight and starlight. Only two dogs barking in the distance proved that this was the real world.

Calvin bowed to the tomb, then pointed his wand at the gray-black marble sarcophagus.The tomb was split open from head to toe, revealing the coffin inside.Calvin easily opened the lid of the coffin.

empty.

"Barty, Barty," Calvin lowered his eyelids and restored the grave to its original state, "You're in trouble this time."

A mature plan soon appeared in Calvin's mind, "Blake, it seems that you are not far from being released from prison."

On Monday again, Calvin went directly to the Ministry of Magic from the minister's private fireplace, and opened the door of the minister's office with familiarity.

"Overall, you did a good job, Crouch," Fudge was holding a piece of parchment in his fat hands, and his little eyes were constantly scanning it, "but there is still a little problem, aha, you look here."

Fudge placed the parchment on the table and pointed on it with his stubby fingers: "This, this, and this, the other party's name should be marked in cursive letters to show respect."

"Your International Cooperation Department is the window for our Ministry of Magic's external communication. Why did you make such a low-level mistake?"

Crouch, who was opposite Fudge, said nothing. He was always known for his rigor and seriousness. The faults Fudge picked out were purely to make things difficult for him, but there was no other way. Who made Fudge the Minister of Magic?

"Huh? Crouch," Fudge pointed at Crouch's chest with his finger, "Is this your attitude of admitting your mistake? My brother's sons are more sensible than you."

Crouch took a step back and withdrew the parchment: "I know I made a mistake, Minister Fudge. I will correct it now."

Only then did Fudge notice Calvin standing at the door.

"Ha, Calvin, come in quickly." Fudge asked Calvin enthusiastically.

Calvin kept staring at Barty Crouch, "How about I come back later, Connelly, you are busy first."

"No, no, my matter has been settled. Barty, go back and make some changes. Come back in person before getting off work today." Fudge shooed away Barty Crouch like a fly.

Barty, who had short gray hair, walked straight to the door without even saying hello, and looked at Calvin.

Calvin smiled slightly, took a step to the side, and gave up his position.

After Barty left, Fudge took Calvin to the living room and sat down, and asked hurriedly: "Calvin, my friend, is there any good news? MacMillan has been asking me for money these days, and I'm almost waiting for him." Can’t go down anymore.”

"That's good news." Calvin took out a bottle of purple potion and a piece of parchment from his sleeves. "This is the potion that I asked someone to restore for the Department of Mysteries to use at Stonehenge, as well as its formula. A bottle like this would cost no more than three sickles.”

"How many?" Fudge's eyes widened, he grabbed the parchment and looked at it carefully, "Three Sickles?"

Calvin nodded, "It's true that only three Sickles are needed."

"Merlin's beard," Fudge exclaimed, "these scum! How many galleons they embezzle in a year."

Calvin took out a crystal ball and said, "Actually, I have some exciting news here."

The picture in the crystal ball quickly became clear, and a man appeared in the picture.

Fudge wrinkled his nose, "I know him. His name seems to be...Rozier."

"Phil Rozier." Calvin answered for him.

The image in the crystal ball quickly finished playing.

Calvin took a slow sip of black tea and waited quietly for Fudge's decision.