From Beauxbatons to Hogwarts

Calvin took out a handkerchief, wiped his right hand, and held it with MacMillan, "Calvin Capet, invited by the minister to visit Stonehenge."

"Yes, I heard that," MacMillan said in a very elegant manner, "but I still have to say, Mr. Capet, Stonehenge can be said to be the most dangerous magical monument in the UK."

"In principle, we don't want other wizards to come close, but considering that you are a friend of the minister, I am very willing to be your tour guide and take you to visit this magnificent ruins left by prehistoric wizards."

"I think this is the best, please." Calvin smiled and said equally gently, and the two of them behaved like old-school British gentlemen inviting them to afternoon tea.

"If you don't mind, I hope you can introduce Stonehenge to me. This is my first time contacting it, Mr. McMillan." Calvin asked following McMillan.

McMillan paused briefly, then smiled and said, "No problem, Mr. Cappe."

"According to research by our Department of Mysteries, Stonehenge was built between 4000 and 1000 BC. There are 3000 stone arches made of huge stones worth [-] yuan."

"It's an incredible miracle project, isn't it?" Calvin whispered.

"You're right, Mr. Capet." McMillan turned around and looked at Calvin with a smile, "We believe this is a magic circle left by an extremely powerful wizard in prehistory, and it is very dangerous for wizards without professional knowledge. "

"Are you sure you want to move on, Mr. Capet?"

Calvin looked at the central stone arch that was much closer and said, "We have come this far. It would be a pity not to take a look."

MacMillan's expression was slightly cold, but then he returned to his warm smile: "Since Mr. Capet insists so much, I will take you to have a look."

Then the two quickened their pace and rushed directly to the foot of the largest stone arch in the center of Stonehenge.

The magic text patterns on the stones of this large stone arch were more dense and complex. Calvin did not copy these magic words in front of MacMillan, but kept them in his mind.

The most different thing about this stone arch is that it seems to be connected to another space.

Calvin stretched out his right hand to see what was there, but was immediately stopped by MacMillan standing aside, "Mr. Capet, I advise you not to do this again. No one knows the other side of the stone arch. Where the space leads to, the Department of Mysteries has also used many methods to detect the other side, but all failed."

Calvin glanced at him and said, "Okay, then I'll take a look." But in fact, a magical thread had already extended from his right hand and swam toward the stone arch.

The magic thread did not directly cross the stone arch to detect another space, but first penetrated into the three boulders that made up the stone arch.

Sure enough, there are alchemy cores in the three boulders, and there are actually 43 alchemy cores in one boulder. The complexity and precision of each core are not comparable to the alchemy cores in the surrounding boulders.

And the magic composed of these 43 cores is even more complicated.Calvin asked himself how it would take a lot of effort for him to do it himself, and how did the wizards from 6000 years ago do it.

Unbelievable!

Calvin could only come to this conclusion.

Next, Calvin carefully controlled the magic thread to pass through the stone arch.

But Calvin's expression quickly changed, and the magic thread that passed through the space quickly lost contact, and did not even send any useful information to Calvin.

At this time, MacMillan, who was standing aside, suddenly shouted: "Mr. Capet, have you seen enough?" His tone was no longer as gentle as it was at the beginning.

Calvin quickly retracted the magic thread, "I think my curiosity has been satisfied."

"Very good, then I'll take you back." McMillan seemed a little impatient.

"Tsk, can't you let me wander around Stonehenge more?" Calvin asked.

"No," MacMillan spat out one word coldly, "Mr. Capet, the Department of Mysteries is going to conduct routine maintenance on Stonehenge. Please leave as soon as possible."

Calvin frowned, but he didn't say anything. He nodded and walked behind McMillan in cooperation.

MacMillan took Calvin out of Stonehenge and said to Fudge who was waiting outside: "Minister Fudge, you'd better tell me in advance next time you come to Stonehenge so that I can be prepared."

Fudge frowned and said: "Byron MacMillan, you'd better understand your position. I am the Minister of Magic. You are just a silent person. It is not my turn to report to you."

"Yes, yes, I know," MacMillan picked his ears impatiently, "You are the minister, but in this Stonehenge, you have to obey me in everything, otherwise if there is an accident, the entire magical world will be exposed. "

Fudge was furious. He didn't expect that the Department of Mysteries would be so arrogant. Just when he was about to have a fit, Calvin patted him on the shoulder and said softly: "Connelly, let's go back first."

Fudge glared at MacMillan fiercely, but turned around and left without saying anything harsh.

After Fudge and Calvin left, two more wizards stood behind MacMillan. One of them was the short wizard Jack Travers that Calvin saw when he arrived.

"Well, Byron, did those two men find anything?" Travers asked.

McMillan shook his head: "Everything looks fine."

"Hmph, that idiot Fudge, it's strange that he can find that. His only skills are making money and sleeping with women, and he slept with that damn fat woman Umbridge." Another wizard said, after finishing his words Just snickered along with Jack.

"Phil, do you know? The last time I saw that woman Umbridge, she almost made me spit out the pumpkin juice I drank the night before. I don't know how Fudge could swallow it." Jack was not serious. smiled.

"Okay you two, it's not Fudge that I'm worried about," MacMillan said with a sinister expression, "I'm worried about that Calvin Cape."

"That's him, I think he's not even 30 years old yet." Phil said disdainfully.

McMillan shook his head, "Don't underestimate him, he is very famous abroad. Phil, you can monitor him in the past few days. If necessary, you can use the power of your Rozier family. If he really finds something, kill him." he."

"I think it's better to just kill him." A silly smile appeared on Phil's face.

"Don't mess around, Phil," MacMillan said with some displeasure, "Remember, gold galleons are the most important. With gold galleons, we can now live a happier life than those group of Death Eater relatives."