From Beauxbatons to Hogwarts

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Calvin and others walked into the minister's office under the leadership of the minister's secretary.

"Hello, Amos, and Mr. Scamander," Fudge said politely, then looked at Calvin.

Calvin also looked at Fudge, a stout little wizard who was not wearing wizard robes. Instead, he was wearing a Muggle pinstripe suit and a bright red tie.The two people's eyes collided in the air, and then quickly separated.

"Ah, this must be the famous magizoologist, Calvin Capet." Fudge stood up and took the initiative to shake Calvin's hand. "I'm glad to meet you. I heard Minister Roland mention you. You are an outstanding young man." people."

Calvin politely replied: "Minister Fudge, I am also very happy to meet you. Among the countries I have traveled to, the United Kingdom is the country where I have encountered the smallest number of dark wizards. I think this is inseparable from your leadership."

Fudge laughed and patted Calvin on the shoulder: "This is the result of the joint efforts of me and all the members of the Ministry of Magic, and of course the help of Principal Dumbledore is indispensable."

Calvin and others sat down on the sofa, and soon the secretary brought hot tea.This made Calvin envious, thinking that he could only use the civet to make coffee for himself.

Fudge sat in the main seat and asked enthusiastically: "Three of you are experts in the field of magical animals. Do you want to come to see me today?"

Newt moistened his throat with tea: "Minister Fudge, I think the "Prohibition of Experimental Breeding of Magical Creatures Act" should be re-enacted. The current ban is no longer suitable for the current situation of the British wizarding community."

Fudge was a little surprised and asked in confusion: "Scamander, I remember that you seemed to have presided over the implementation of this law?"

"So now it's up to me to abolish it."

"Well, I really don't understand you," Fudge muttered, shrinking back.Calvin felt that Fudge was trying to avoid this.

"But it's useless to talk to me about this matter. You should go to the Wizengamot. As the Minister of Magic, I have no power to directly interfere with the law."

Are you kidding me? Do you dare to say that those laws favoring pure-blood families are not behind the scenes?Amos cursed.

"I will talk to you at the Wizengamot, but now Mr. Capet has something to ask you."

"Oh? Really?" Minister Fudge forced a smile on his face. He didn't like Calvin very much.Calvin is young, famous, and works for Dumbledore, just like Newt back then.

"Mr. Capet, what do you want?"

"Minister Fudge," Calvin smiled gently at Fudge, "I hope to establish a large-scale magical animal sanctuary in England. This is my plan."

Calvin took out the parchment from his sleeve and handed it to Fudge.After taking it, Fudge just glanced at it lightly and put it aside.

"Ah, it is Britain's honor that a world-famous expert on magical animals wants to establish a sanctuary in England." Fudge's face showed no sign of honor. "But Mr. Capet may not be interested in the current situation of the Ministry of Magic." Know well."

"The Ministry of Magic's funds mainly rely on the assistance of generous friends. Most of the funds are used to maintain the operation of the Ministry of Magic itself and manage Azkaban and St. Mungo's Hospital. I think the Ministry of Magic really does not have enough funds to support Your wish, Mr. Capet."

Before Calvin could speak, Amos stood up and said, "Minister, please take a closer look at Mr. Capet's plan. In fact, this reserve does not require a Knut from the Ministry of Magic. It will not be harmful to the British Isles."

Fudge's face turned the color of pig liver after being rebutted by his subordinates, and he was speechless for a moment.But he did not re-read the parchment Calvin gave him, and said loudly: "Digory, I have read it carefully. I understand what Mr. Capet meant, but even if this plan does not require a Nat from the Ministry of Magic, Do you think it won't have any impact on the Ministry of Magic?

Think about it, if so many magical creatures need to be registered, will it require more employees in the Department for the Regulation of Magical Creatures? Is there a possibility of magical animals being lost? Do we need to have two Aurors nearby?Will so many magical animals be targeted by dark wizards, and will it increase the difficulty of our management?

What qualifications do you, a little director of the Department for the Management of Magical Creatures, have to tell me what to do? The Ministry of Magic is carried on my shoulders, and it is not your turn to say the words "British Isles". "

Amos sat back on the sofa angrily.

Fudge continued to say to Calvin with a smile on his face: "Mr. Capet, as you can see, the capabilities of the Ministry of Magic are still insufficient. I hope that if there is an opportunity in the future, we can continue to cooperate."

Calvin calmly drank the tea in the cup: "Since the Ministry of Magic is in trouble, I won't bother Minister Fudge."

Minister Fudge invited the three people out of the office. After watching the three people walk out, he immediately changed his face.

What the hell, how did Dolores do it this time.Can't she get rid of these three people by herself?She also asked me to handle it specifically to make her look good tonight.

The three of them walked not far away. Amos comforted Calvin and said, "Don't be angry. Fudge is just such a person. When Mr. Scamander resolves this matter at the Wizengamot Conference, Fudge will have no excuse." Stopped."

Calvin suddenly touched the pocket on his clothes and said apologetically: "I left something in the minister's office." After saying that, he ignored the obstruction of Newt and Amos and broke into Fudge's office.

Fudge frowned when he saw Calvin coming uninvited: "Mr. Capet, I didn't invite you in."

"Minister Fudge, I think we can talk again." Calvin smiled gently, "Maybe you will agree."

Fudge snorted imperceptibly and raised his hand to look at his watch: "You only have 5 minutes."

"That's enough." Calvin took out a roll of oil painting from his sleeve and pulled him and Fudge into the world of the painting.

Fudge was panicked by the sudden change of environment. The pudgy middle-aged wizard shouted: "Cape, what have you done? Are you kidnapping the Minister of Magic?"

"Please be quiet, Minister Fudge, I just want the rest of the conversation not to be known to anyone." Calvin said calmly.

"Ridiculous, is there any safer place than the Office of the Minister of Magic? Calvin, you are still young, don't make a mistake, let me out quickly." Fudge lost all the magnanimity he had as the Minister of Magic just now.

"Connelly, if your office was safe, there wouldn't be so many scandals in the Daily Prophet." Calvin's words were like a hand on a gong, and Fudge calmed down instantly.

"What do you want to say, Cape."

"Minister Fudge, I know what you need most right now, and I am willing to help you solve this problem." Calvin's eyes once again met Fudge's little eyes.

"Really? I don't understand how you, a professor at Hogwarts and a magizoologist, can help me." Fudge sneered.