From Beauxbatons to Hogwarts

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"Magical Creatures Sanctuary." Newt nodded, "Is it like the Fire Dragon Sanctuary in Romania?"

"No, we want to build the largest protected area with the richest variety and the largest number." Calvin waved his hand as if he wanted to include the entire British Isles.

Newt waved his hand and said earnestly: "Well, Calvin, you are still too young. I think it is safer to build a small protected area first and expand the scale step by step."

"Mr. Scamander, I just come to you hoping that you can support me in establishing a sanctuary and help me get authorization from the Ministry of Magic. As long as the Ministry of Magic allows me to establish a sanctuary, I will be able to establish the world's largest magical animal sanctuary." protected area."

"Even if I support you, the Ministry of Magic may not agree. You don't understand. The current Ministry of Magic and the current Minister of Magic will definitely not agree to your plan."

Calvin stood up, adjusted his windbreaker, and said slowly: "Mr. Scamander, I came to you because I respect your reputation in the field of magical animals, and I just need your support.

If you don't support me, I can still get authorization, but it's just a hassle.What I want, I will definitely get.Goodbye, Mr. Scamander. "

After saying hello to his Xiu Xiu, he prepared to leave the hut.

"Wait!" Newt stood up and caught up with Calvin, "We are going to the Ministry of Magic now. We have agreed first that after the reserve is established, I will take the little cutie there to settle down."

Calvin turned around and showed a bright smile: "Of course, Mr. Scamander, as long as Tina agrees, I have no reason to refuse you."

The two came to Diagon Alley through the fireplace of Newt's house, but they were not interested in this most prosperous magical commercial street in the British wizarding world. After a quick glance, they apparated into a dark narrow alley and walked out of the narrow alley. In the alley, the two saw a red phone booth on the sidewalk.

This phone booth is no different from an ordinary phone booth, even shabbier and older.Ordinary people wouldn't even look at it.

But this is one of the entrances to the British Ministry of Magic.

Newt asked Calvin to wait outside, then went in alone, picked up the phone, and pressed the number "62442".

Soon an indifferent woman said impatiently:

"Welcome to the Ministry of Magic, state your name and your business."

"Newt Scamander, Calvin Capet, come to meet Amos Diggory, Head of the Department for the Regulation of Magical Creatures."

Hearing Newt's name, the woman's voice became more respectful: "Okay, Mr. Scamander, Mr. Capet, please pick up the badge and pin it on the front of your clothes."

Newt beckoned Calvin into the phone booth, and the two picked up their badges and pinned them to their robes.Soon the phone booth began to tremble and sink.

Calvin was amazed. This reminded him of his experience at the French Ministry of Magic. Do all countries like to build the Ministry of Magic underground?But fortunately, there will definitely not be a Minister of Magic leading a group of people to welcome him this time.

After about a minute, the phone booth door opened automatically. "The Ministry hopes you have a good day."

Calvin looked around. It was very different from the French Ministry of Magic. The hall looked boxy and did not have the romantic temperament of the French.There were two rows of fireplaces surrounding the hall. He guessed that this was the mode of transportation for Ministry of Magic employees, but today was the weekend and not many people were using it.

Newt nudged Calvin with his elbow: "Stop looking around, security check, hide your little cutie, if you don't want to be kicked out."

Calvin followed Newt past the fountain in the center of the foyer and to a table with a "Security Check" sign. Behind the table was a slovenly and listless wizard in peacock blue robes.

He heard someone coming and stretched his head out from behind the newspaper lazily: "Registration wand?"

Seeing him like this, Newt was a little angry: "Eric Munch, you are just like your father now."

Munch recognized that the person who came was Newt, and he became more energetic: "Ah, Mr. Scamander, long time no see, but I still want to check the wand."

Newt handed over the wand, and Munch still placed the wand on a brass machine similar to a scale. The machine soon shook slightly and spit out a piece of parchment from the bottom.

This machine interested Calvin very much. It was the first time he had seen such a machine.

"Twelve and three-quarter inches, ash wood, the core of the staff is mother-of-pearl. It has been used for nearly 80 years. Gee, it can be considered an antique."

"Okay, Eric, give me the wand back quickly." Newt urged.

"Oh, okay," Eric handed the wand back to Newt, poking the parchment on a brass nail, and turned to Calvin, "And sir, what do you call me, where is your wand?"

"Cape, Calvin Cape." Calvin reached his right hand to his lower back, but the wand slipped out of his sleeve and was handed to Eric.

Eric placed Calvin's wand on the machine, which quickly spit out a piece of parchment.Eric pulled off the parchment and looked at the words on it, his expression a little confused:

"Thirteen and one-half inches, uh, mahogany? The core of the stick is, let me see, uh, sir, what is the core of this stick?"

"Nine-tailed fox tail hair. This is a magical animal from the Far East." Calvin said gently.

"Oh, okay. The core of the staff is made of nine-tailed fox tail hair. It has been used for... four years?" Eric looked at Calvin in confusion.

"My first wand was damaged in a battle in the Far East. I made it myself using local materials." Calvin said calmly to the confused two people, then waved his hand, and the wand made of peach wood returned. into the hands of the master. "Let's go, Newt."

Newt nodded to Eric and led Calvin through the Minister's Office, Department of Magical Law Enforcement, and Department of Magical Accidents and Disasters, to the Department for the Management of Magical Creatures on the fourth underground floor.

A red-faced wizard wearing black wizard robes and a short brown beard stood at the door of the Department for the Management of Magical Creatures. After seeing Newt, he quickly stepped forward and hugged the old man tightly: "Ah, Scarman Mr. De, you are welcome to come back and visit us after retirement."

"Long time no see, Amos." Newt greeted the middle-aged wizard with a blushing face, "Amos, this is Mr. Capet, Calvin Capet. Calvin, this is Fantastic Beasts Head of the Management Department, Amos Diggory."

Calvin reached out to shake the enthusiastic wizard's hand.Amos thought for a moment and immediately blurted out: "Ah! It turns out to be the famous magical zoologist Calvin Capet. Your "Magical Animals and Magic" has given me a lot of help in my work over the years. Of course, Newt , your Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them has always been my favorite.”