From Beauxbatons to Hogwarts

Soon, Bertha Jorkins came in and placed two cups in front of Fudge and Calvin, but both cups were filled with tea.

"Bertha, what's the matter with you? Didn't I say I want a cup of tea or a cup of coffee? Apologize to Mr. Capet immediately!" Fudge's voice was slightly angry, then he turned to Calvin and said with a smile, "I'm so sorry. , ask her to make you another cup of coffee immediately."

"No, you can drink tea as well." Calvin picked up the tea cup and took a sip, his disdain for Fudge getting a little more intense.

That Bertha Jorkins was a little confused. She didn't seem to understand what Minister Fudge said, and said confusedly: "Mr. Capet, I'm sorry..."

"Okay, get out of here quickly, I don't need you anymore." Fudge couldn't stand Bertha and kicked her out of the office.

Calvin looked at Bertha who was leaving and said casually: "Connelly, are the recruitment conditions of the Ministry of Magic too low, or does Ms. Jorkins have other connections? I don't remember anyone with the surname Jorkins. Si’s pure-blood family.”

"No, absolutely not," Fudge immediately denied, "Our Ministry of Magic's entry requirements have always been very strict. As for Bertha... I remember she was quite clever a few years ago, when she worked in the Department of International Cooperation. Later. I don’t know how it ended up like this, and my job was transferred to the Sports Department, which has no future.”

"Could she be sick?" Calvin rubbed his chin, always feeling that something must have happened behind this woman.

"Who knows? I'm not her immediate boss. My work is very busy and I can't take care of every employee." Fudge shrugged and changed the subject, "How is your work lately? I mean, Protected area matters are not the job of professors.”

"It's much easier for me than you," Calvin smiled. "The right job requires choosing the right person, so I don't have to spend too much energy. Scamander is such a suitable person, and the reserve is in his hands. It’s very nice here, it’s already open to the public, and it received its first tourists on Christmas Day.”

"I've also heard that the reserve is doing very well, and Amos has even visited it." Fudge blinked, "It's a pity that there are too many things in the ministry, especially recently, it's a mess."

"Oh~ but I haven't heard about anything happening in the British magical world recently?" Calvin sneered in his heart, and the highlight was about to come.

Fudge scratched his hair and said with a hint of embarrassment, "Calvin, Mr. Capet, to be honest, the Ministry of Magic has been in a difficult situation recently and will soon be unable to even pay wages."

Calvin frowned, he really thought I was being taken advantage of.

"Minister Fudge..."

"Just call me Connelly." Fudge tried his best to appear to have a good relationship with Calvin.

"Connelly, I remember that a few months ago, I just donated [-] Galleons to the Ministry of Magic..."

"Calvin, it's eighty thousand galleons." Fudge interrupted Calvin again.

Calvin looked grim, "Okay, even if it's [-], then these [-]..."

"Minister Fudge, I'm here to hand over a document...Sorry." The person who interrupted Calvin this time was Bertha Jorkins. She opened the door of the office directly, holding a document in her hand.

"Get out!" Fudge stood up and roared at the witch, "Jorkins, is your brain filled with Flobberworm slime? You are not allowed to come in again without my permission."

Then he sat down and smiled apologetically at the expressionless Calvin: "Mr. Capet, please continue."

Calvin took a sip of tea, coughed slightly, and then said: "Connelly, the Ministry of Magic is spending money too fast."

"How should I put it, Calvin?" Fudge kept rubbing his hands together, as if he was hesitating. "This is related to the secrets of the Ministry of Magic..."

Calvin put down the tea cup and spread his hands, looking very helpless. "Connelly, my Galleons were not conjured by magic. At least you have to let me know where the money is used, right?"

"This..." Fudge was in trouble for a moment, and finally gritted his teeth and decided to tell the truth, "That's it, Mr. Capet, do you know that..."

"Minister Fudge," a middle-aged wizard with short gray hair suddenly burst into Fudge's office, "I heard that Bertha Jorkins is working as your temporary secretary. Where is she? I have something to do with her."

"Barty Crouch!" Fudge said angrily, "Don't you know how to be polite? Why didn't you knock on the door first when you came to my office? Didn't you see that I was talking to an important guest?"

"Sorry, Connelly..."

"How many times have I said, work is called duty."

"Yes, Minister Fudge," Barty Crouch said seriously, "I came to see Bertha Jorkins with something very important."

"She's not here with me," Fudge said viciously, "Go find her yourself. This stupid woman has made so many mistakes all morning."

"Yes, Minister." After hearing this, Barty turned around and left, but Calvin obviously noticed that Barty Crouch was celebrating something.

"Let's continue, what we just said." Fudge looked at Calvin with a smile.

"Connelly, who was that gentleman just now?" Calvin asked thoughtfully.

"Oh, him," Fudge said nonchalantly, "Barty Crouch, Director of the Department of International Magical Cooperation."

"You were qualified to compete with me for the position of Minister of Magic, but it's a pity that your own child was not well educated and turned out to be a Death Eater." Minister Fudge said with a smile.

"Forget about him, where did we just talk?" Fudge still focused on asking for money. "Ah, I remembered it."

Fudge's expression suddenly became serious and he asked mysteriously: "Mr. Capet, do you know...Stonehenge?"

"Stonehenge?" Calvin bit his tongue. Of course he knew about Stonehenge, but what does this have to do with the Ministry of Magic.

"Yes, Calvin." Fudge stood up and locked the door of the office. "Stonehenge is only known to a few people in the entire Ministry of Magic, including me and a few silent people in the Department of Mysteries."

"Actually, I don't know much," Fudge said with a slightly cold face, "It's hard for those silent people to talk. But I still know some basic information."

"Stonehenge is a very ancient magic circle, or magic ritual."

"Stonehenge is an ancient magic ritual?" Calvin was very shocked. According to his understanding, Stonehenge has existed for 6000 to [-] years. If it is really related to magic, then it will be related to the pyramids, Greek gods Temple, a magical relic on the same level as the Mayan pyramids.

"Why have I never heard of it before?" Calvin didn't believe what Fudge said.

"Calvin, the magic of Stonehenge is said to be related to time, and it is still running until now, but it is out of control." Fudge explained simply.