From Beauxbatons to Hogwarts

"It has to do with time." Calvin repeated, which could explain why the information about Stonehenge was not released.

"What does Stonehenge have to do with Gallon?" Calvin asked puzzledly.

"That's right," Fudge wiped the sweat from his forehead, "The magic of Stonehenge is still running, but because it's out of control, it's dangerous, very dangerous."

"The Department of Mysteries spends a lot of galleons every year to make a potion to suppress the magic of Stonehenge," Fudge muttered. "Although I don't know exactly how it is done, according to my observation, that potion is real. effective."

Stonehenge, prehistoric magic, time.

Calvin found this interesting.

"How many Galleons does the Ministry of Magic spend on Stonehenge every year?" Calvin asked after thinking for a while.

"22!" Fudge suddenly became excited. "I doubt that much is needed at all. It has been pocketed by those in the Department of Mysteries. And they told me last month that the magic of Stonehenge suddenly became stronger and asked me to add more... money."

"22," this number made Calvin gasp. "How much money does a Stonehenge cost? Have you never thought about solving it completely? Otherwise, you will be bleeding the Ministry of Magic every year."

"You know you don't have the ability?" Fudge said angrily, "The previous ministers wanted to solve this problem and found many archaeological masters, and every one of them succeeded."

Calvin didn't believe it was so evil, "Does Dumbledore know about Stonehenge?"

Fudge shook his head.

"Don't know?" Calvin thought it was impossible.

"No, I don't know if he knows." Fudge's chubby face was a little unhappy, "Is it necessary to trouble Dumbledore about this kind of thing?"

Calvin smiled and took out the checkbook from his sleeve, "You're right, Connelly, I don't think there's any need to bother him with this kind of thing. I'll donate ten thousand galleons to you first, and you can use it to deal with the mystery." Those people in the Affairs Department.”

"Ten thousand Galleons may not be enough." Fudge said hesitantly, but his hand was still close to the check honestly.

"Connelly, I just have two things I want to ask you for help with." Calvin collected the written check again.

"What's the matter?" Fudge became a little unhappy when he heard Karl's request.

"It's not a difficult thing," Calvin said gently. "First of all, I want to see Stonehenge."

Fudge's brows relaxed a little, "That's not a problem. I still have this power. What about the second one?"

"I want to," Calvin's blood-red pupils flashed brightly, "go to Azkaban to see a friend - Sirius Black."

"Hey," Fudge crossed his arms and leaned back, "I'm afraid this is not very convenient, Mr. Capet."

Calvin put the check gently on the table, but still pressed his right hand on it.

"I'm not the only friend of yours, Calvin. It's too risky to meet Black, the notorious Death Eater. Let's change the terms, my friend." Fudge looked at the check greedily and said with a slight hesitation.

"Then you go find other friends, Connelly," Calvin said unwaveringly, "But let me remind you, it's not easy to ask pure-blood families for money. You don't think there are no pure-blood families in the Department of Mysteries. Bar."

Fudge clenched his fists, and then said hoarsely, "Ten thousand is not enough."

"I only offer ten thousand," Calvin said softly, "Connelly, take a longer view. What if I can help you solve the problem of Stonehenge?"

"You?" Fudge looked at Calvin with a slightly suspicious look, after the last time they met.Calvin's generous investment of one hundred thousand galleons shocked Fudge, and he took the time to learn more about the young man.But Fudge still doesn't believe that Calvin can completely solve Stonehenge.

"What if? Connelly, have some confidence in me." Calvin calmly pushed the check in front of Fudge.

"Well," Fudge deftly put the check away as if it had never existed, "when are you going to see Stonehenge? And Blake?"

"This Sunday, one day, I think is enough." Calvin picked up the tea cup again and took a sip.

The two quickly ended their conversation, and Calvin left Fudge's office, but he didn't use the minister's exclusive fireplace to return to Hogwarts, he had other plans.

After leaving the Ministry of Magic, Calvin apparated to a high-rise building on the south side of Diagon Alley, which was the editorial office of the Daily Prophet.

"I'm looking for Rita Skeeter." Calvin said to the beautiful witch at the front desk.

"Do you have an appointment?" the witch asked softly.

"I don't need to make an appointment to see her. Just tell her that Mr. Cape is here."

The witch went to Rita to verify the situation and soon returned to take Calvin into Rita's office.

Rita's office was much messier than last time. Rita stood up and looked at Calvin tremblingly. She no longer had the aura of a strong woman in her body.

"Sir, Mr. Capet," Rita muttered, "help me, I'm going crazy from the curse."

The curse caused by unicorn blood is similar to bipolar disorder, and it is normal to be tortured to the point of going crazy.

"Quiet. Rita, be quiet," Calvin took out a bottle of potion from his sleeve, "This is a potion to suppress the unicorn curse. You will not have any effect within two months."

Rita tried frantically to get the potion, but Calvin waved his wand and made Rita sit quietly in the chair.

"I have a task for you," Calvin pinched Rita's chin and raised her head, "Help me investigate a person."

"Sir, who is it? I will help you investigate carefully..." A trace of fanaticism appeared on Rita's face.

"Don't be so excited, little ladybug," Calvin patted Rita's face gently, "your life is worth more than this job."

"Barty Crouch, do you know him?" Calvin picked out a bottle of red wine from the wine rack with familiarity, "Director of the International Magical Cooperation Department."

Rita nodded and watched Calvin pour the potion into the wine and put it in front of her. "I heard about it, but as far as I know she is a serious and meticulous person. There is nothing worth investigating."

"Rita, Rita," Calvin sighed, "the more aloof people are, the bigger the secrets they hide behind them. Also, don't question my decision, all you can do is accept it. Do you understand?" "

Rita nodded hurriedly to show that she understood.

"Good, now drink up and you'll have two months of uncursed life. I'm off to meet another wave of disgusting rats."

Calvin quickly left the editorial office of the Daily Prophet and walked briskly toward a dark street.