I was expelled from Hogwarts?

As one of the most dangerous magical creatures in the world, the scariness of the fire dragon lies not only in its breath, high defense, but also its huge size.

But the largest fire dragon is generally more than 20 meters long.

In today's magic world, there is no 100-meter-long fire dragon at all, just like the Feathered Serpent God, which has already been completely extinct.

If you want to see a 100-meter fire dragon, you have to visit the excavated fossil remains, and Rove and Shirley saw one in the Romanian Fire Dragon Reserve last year!

It was the dragon skeleton dug out by the dwarves in the mine...

But what is strange is that the fire dragon fossil that was unearthed not long ago suddenly disappeared in full view.

The Romanian Fire Dragon Reserve launched an investigation immediately, but found nothing, and caused the dwarves and wizards to fight against each other.

Rove never expected that after a year, he almost forgot about it, and would actually see this fossil in the Department of Mysteries of the British Ministry of Magic.

The British Muggle government is the number one shit messer in Europe. Could it be that the Ministry of Magic also does this kind of dirty work, deliberately provoking Romanian wizards and dwarfs to fight each other?

Rove stood under the skeleton of the fire dragon, looked left and right, full of curiosity, and even reached out to touch the fossil, he was a little suspicious: Is it really this one?

It's it. Xue Li blinked her long eyes, and said in a very sure tone: I remember very clearly that the fossil of the fire dragon is missing a bone claw, and the skull is cracked.

Rove looked up, and it was indeed as the girl said... the details were exactly the same.

Looks like the thief found it!

What are you talking about? Hermione asked curiously.

Rove quickly talked about the disappearance of Romanian dragon fossils last year.

Impossible. Tonks retorted, How could we steal other people's things?

Aren't there too many people robbed? Rove rolled his eyes and said, How many cultural relics do you have in the British Museum that belong to you?

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Alas, the bad nature of the British people, they like to take good things for themselves when they see them.

At this moment, the door was opened again, and the middle-aged man had already dealt with Professor McGonagall's affairs and welcomed them into the office.

It is said to be an office, but it is actually a small dark and messy room with only one desk and one bookshelf, and it can accommodate up to five people.

On the surrounding stone walls, there are four small doors.

Rove noticed that there was a sign hanging on the man's chest, which read:

The silent man:

Roderick Bird!

The staff of the Department of Mysteries are known as the Silent Men, as the name suggests... Silent Men.

They never disclosed the content of their work in the Department of Mysteries to other people, and they rarely dealt with other departments.

Therefore, many Ministry of Magic officials do not even know that there is such a department as the Department of Mysteries.

Rove sat on a chair, took out a library card and handed it over.

Looking at the file grade number filled in on the library card, Bode shook his head and said:

I'm sorry, Mr. Scamander... This document is top secret, beyond my approval authority, and must be approved by the director himself.

Take me to meet your director. Rove said softly.

This library card was applied by Newt, and it needs to be signed by both the minister and the director of the Department of Mysteries before he can borrow top-secret documents.

Fudge has already signed it, but there is still a lack of review by the director of the Department of Mysteries...Rove is here to sign today.

Bode walked to the second door on the left, he knocked lightly, and an old voice came from the door: What is it, Bode?

Mr. Director, a wizard has applied to borrow a top-secret document, which has exceeded my signing authority, and you need to approve and sign it yourself.

Well, let him in.

The door creaked open, and Bode said softly, You can go in alone.

Rove stood up, asked Shirley and Hermione to wait, and then walked quickly into the room. He pushed the door open and entered a dark room.

This is a very large room, with green flames dancing on the twenty-meter-high ceiling, flames flickering on the gleaming black marble walls and ceiling, and the entire room is bathed in emerald light.

A wizard was sitting on a chair. Through the dim light, the boy could barely see that he was an old man with wrinkles like bark on his face.

Rove handed over the document, the old man just glanced at it, then shook his head and said, My approval is still not passed.

Mr. Director, my grandfather has been applying to the Department of Mysteries for nearly half a century to consult the notes left by Exis, but he has been rejected by you every time.

Is there any particular reason?

Extis has studied the dementors for a long time, and his notes are too dangerous. The old man shook his head and said, It shouldn't be borrowed, it should be dusty forever.

But with all due respect. Rove urged, Even Minister Fudge agreed, why do you keep refusing.

If I'm not mistaken, the minister's order should be the greatest...

Son, don't use the minister to pressure me. The old man said calmly:

The Department of Mysteries existed before the Ministry of Magic was established. It has great autonomy and can ignore the intervention of the Minister of Magic.

Back then, someone as powerful as Radolphus Lestrange tried to close the Department of Mysteries, but failed. He was quickly kicked out of the position of minister by me.

Radolphus Lestrange? Rove frowned, the name was so unfamiliar.

It seems that the young people nowadays have never heard of this famous Minister of Iron and Blood. The old man pursed his lips lightly and said with a smile:

Lestrange was Minister for Magic from 1835 to 1841.

Minister more than two hundred years ago?

Rove couldn't help raising his eyebrows, opened his eyes wide and said, Excuse me for offending, Mr. Director, how old are you this year?

Minister Faris Spaven and I went to school together in Slytherin College. The old man blinked and said:

Parris Spavin must know?

Of course Rove knew of Faris Spavin, they had met at Nicol's funeral last year.

Farris Spavin is the longest serving Minister for Magic ever, at the age of 109 when he was minister.

And Faris Sparven was born in 1756. In other words, the old man in front of him... is over two hundred years old.

Rove sighed, no wonder he didn't care about Newt...Compared to this one, Dumbledore is still young.

Son, is that basilisk all right? the old man suddenly asked in Parseltongue.

Huh? Rove looked puzzled.

There's no need to hide. The old man sniffled and hissed in a Parseltongue:

I can smell a familiar smell on you. I haven't smelled it for almost two hundred years. I miss it a bit.

Rove couldn't believe it: You are?

My name is... The old man said calmly, Corvinos Gunter.

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