From Beauxbatons to Hogwarts

"No, it's impossible!" Sirius shouted in horror, "Dumbledore will not kill Harry."

"I think so, but..." Calvin hesitated, "Harry's situation is special now."

"Special? What's wrong with Harry?" Sirius asked in confusion.

Calvin skipped the question, "I'll tell you about this when I see Harry."

Then he tapped the table with his pen, "Sirius, even if you choose to believe Dumbledore, we should take the initiative into our own hands."

Sirius sat back on the chair, "Kaka, what do you mean?"

"Black, we need our own strength, we can't just rely on Dumbledore." Calvin's eyes flashed with a strange light, "Dumbledore will not kill Harry, but he chooses to put all his chips on Harry." Benefit yourself."

“He had heard a prophecy that only Harry could kill Voldemort, so as long as Harry was in school, he would keep sharpening Harry, just like forging a sharp sword, just to complete the final blow against Voldemort. "

Sirius was completely stunned, "Harry, Harry is still a child."

"Yes, Harry is still a child, and he is not required to undertake the task of killing Voldemort. So we need our own strength." Calvin looked at Black solemnly.

Sirius hesitated for a moment, first staring at Calvin's blood-red eyes, then lowering his head, and finally looking up at Calvin suddenly, making his choice between Dumbledore and Calvin.

"I'm going to work with you. What should we do? How do we recruit people?"

Calvin smiled softly, he had already taken the first step in the big thing he wanted to do.

"No need to bother, someone will call it for us." Calvin said with a smile.

"Who?" Sirius asked hurriedly.

"Fudge," Calvin said the name softly, and then explained under Sirius's puzzled eyes, "Fudge will interfere in the selection of Aurors recently. He has already changed the Director of the Legal Enforcement Department and the Director of the Auror Office. Next, we will fire a group of disobedient old people and replace them with a group of new people who have no foundation."

"This is a good opportunity for us to intervene in the Aurors," Calvin said. "I will get through Scrimgeour and Maguire and ask them to arrange for you to be the Auror instructor. You must train the new people well."

"Is this possible?" Sirius asked with a frown. He felt that this plan was really unreliable. "As far as I know, Auror instructors are generally retired and experienced Aurors."

The corner of Calvin's mouth curled up, "Fudge insists on changing the Auror team, how can he still let the original Auror serve as the instructor. Don't worry, I will make Fudge believe that you are the most suitable candidate for the Auror instructor."

Now that Calvin has broken away from using money to control Fudge, he has discovered the most terrifying thing about Fudge - losing power.Calvin constantly spreads this fear in Fudge's face and makes him believe that only he can solve this problem.

To put it simply, Fudge was PUAed by Calvin.

At this moment, the door to the study room was pushed open, and a house elf wearing only a dirty rag walked into the study room, wiped the floor with an even dirtier rag, and used a hoarse voice to wipe the floor. , a deep voice chanted:

"The prodigal son of the noble Black family walked into Black's old house with his friends who were more than blood, and made a mess of the whole house. His moral character has not changed at all. What a stupid young master..."

"Shut up, Kreacher, and get out of here," Sirius frowned, banged the table and shouted angrily, "You're not allowed to come in when I'm in the study anymore!"

Calvin's eyes were fixed on the aging house elf. To be precise, he should be fixed on the locket hanging around the house elf's neck.

"Wait a minute, Sirius, even house elves should give them the corresponding respect." Calvin dissuaded him. At the same time, with a move of his right hand, Kreacher flew over from the ground and was grabbed by the neck by Calvin.

"Calvin, what are you doing?" Sirius didn't understand Calvin tonight.

"Let go of Kreacher, you dirty guest!" Even though he was caught in someone's hand, Kreacher kept struggling and yelling.

Calvin held up the locket hanging around Kreacher's neck in his right hand.It is very delicate, with complex star charts on the surrounding circle, which seems to be closely related to astrology.Engraved on the back is a series of complex alchemical formulas that could only be learned from Nicolas Flamel.The front is engraved with some instructions on the use and teaching of black magic.

And at the opening of the locket, there are two entangled novels.

"Let go, let go of your dirty hands," Kreacher suddenly increased his struggle, "You are not worthy of touching it. Destroying it is the last mission Master Regulus gave Kreacher!"

"Regulus, you mean Regulus!" Sirius didn't expect that his own house elf also had an ulterior secret.

Calvin let go of Kreacher, and the aging house elf immediately hid in the corner of the study, hiding the locket behind his back, as if this could block Calvin's gaze.

"It seems that you have not completed the task assigned to you by Regulus, right?" Calvin asked with a smile.

Kreacher suddenly turned around and banged his big head against the corner of the wall, and said at the same time: "Useless Kreacher, he can't protect Master Regulus, he can't destroy this weird locket, he can't control the prodigal Master Sirius. , I can’t stand the Black family’s old house.”

Calvin and Sirius watched the crazy Kreacher punish himself crazily.In the end, it was Sirius who stopped Kreacher's crazy behavior.

"That's enough, Kreacher, tell me what's going on, Regulus, this idiot, and this locket."

Kreacher stopped banging his big head against the wall, stared at the bulge on his forehead, and said angrily: "Master Regulus is not an idiot!"

"He is an idiot. He went to join the Death Eaters and lost his life in vain!" Sirius said angrily.

"Compared with him, you look like a fool without courage!" Kreacher trembled with excitement.

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"He is ten thousand times better than you. He joined the Death Eaters in your place!" Kreacher's nose and tears flowed into a ball.

"What nonsense are you talking about, Kreacher. He's an admirer of Voldemort, always has been! Mum is happy that he's lived like the noble Black. She's happy to tell her dirty little sisters that something's wrong in the house." A hero."

"Master Regulus is not an admirer of Voldemort. He also gave his life to fight against Voldemort!"

"You filthy, cowardly, stinking expunge!"