From Beauxbatons to Hogwarts

"The Crouch family?" Calvin suddenly became serious. He didn't expect that Crouch would be involved, "Is it Barty Crouch's family?"

"Yes," Rozier nodded vigorously. Betrayal is the hardest thing at the beginning. Once you open your mouth, you will say anything. "The magic potion that suppressed Stonehenge was Barty Crouch's great-grandfather. Invented by Robert Crouch.

The actual cost of this potion is very low. He used this method to defraud the Ministry of Magic of a large amount of funds, and this method has been passed down as the main means of corruption in the Department of Mysteries.And we need to transfer [-]% of the corruption into the Crouch family's secret treasury. "

Calvin rubbed his chin and asked, "Does Barty Crouch know?"

"You probably don't know," Rozier shook his head. "Byron talked to Crouch and he said that the source of a large number of galleons every month is the foreign assets purchased by his great-grandfather."

"It's very good," Calvin handed the hot chocolate in his hand to Rozier, "Take a sip."

Rozier drank a whole cup of hot chocolate happily, and the color gradually returned to his face.

"So, do you know the recipe for the potion?" Calvin rapped his knuckles on the table.

"I know, but I can't say that everyone has made an unbreakable vow."

"I guessed it," Calvin smiled, "Now we should talk about the future."

Calvin used a wand to pull out a silver ribbon from his temple and put it into a crystal ball. The scene where Rozier betrayed Byron just now was shown inside and started playing.

"You understand what this means." Calvin said with a smile.

Rozier lowered his head, his tall body curled up on the chair, looking very funny, "Ka, Mr. Cape, what should I do?"

Calvin stood up, walked behind him, and patted his head, "I'm starting to like you, Mr. Rozier. Although you're still not smart, you no longer have the arrogance you had at the beginning."

"The arrogant Rosier became a Death Eater and is now in Azkaban."

"Yes, weakness and ignorance are not obstacles to survival, arrogance is." Calvin's voice sounded quite satisfied. "After you go out, you still follow me. I think you know what to tell MacMillan. Of course, Mac You should also tell me in time about things in Milan, and use this to contact me."

Rozier felt that the world was spinning for a while, and the quiet and peaceful farm and manor around him disappeared in an instant. When he woke up again, he found himself sitting on a stone in the yard next to the screaming shack, holding a piece of the World Tree holding the four elements in his hand. badge.

Where is Mr. Capet?

Rozier stood up and looked into the distance, only to see Calvin wearing a black trench coat, just staying in his line of sight, walking towards Hogsmeade. He sighed in his heart, put the badge away, and started to follow Karl again. arts.

Calvin returned to Hogsmeade, came to a remote path next to the post office, and walked into a shabby bar with a severed pig head as a sign.

The bartender of the Pig Head Bar was a rough-looking man. There were no customers in the bar at this time. He was sleeping on the bar counter, holding a dirty rag in his hand.

"Aberforth, are there any other customers in the store now?" Calvin walked over and woke him up unceremoniously.

"Hell," Aberforth straightened up from the bar and shouted angrily, "don't you see for yourself, in the very corner, that old man has been waiting for you for a long time, little Calvin."

Calvin said without changing his expression, "Aberforth, your personality is far different from your brother's. If you really have something serious that you want to vent, stop tossing the goat and go to Knockturn Alley to find a pink witch. "

After speaking, he turned and walked towards the corner, leaving the angry Aberforth behind.

In the corner, a man and a woman were drinking at the wine table. Calvin couldn't see their faces clearly because Nico Flamel had applied several more layers of protective magic. He easily unlocked these magics and sat on an empty seat. , only then discovered that the person drinking with Nico Flamel turned out to be Professor Bablin.

"You came so slowly, little Calvin," Bascida's fair face turned red because of the alcohol, "Nico said you should have arrived 15 minutes ago."

"Something happened on the road," Calvin said, taking a glass of butterbeer familiarly. "I happened to be looking for you in the morning, but I didn't expect you to be here drinking so early in the morning."

"You are mistaken, little Calvin," Bascida's voice became more and more charming, "I have been drinking with Nico all night."

"Tsk, you two are really good at drinking," Calvin sighed, then looked at the old man with a gray beard, "Why are you here? Come to get the magic stone?"

"Look what you said, Calvin, I am your teacher," Nico Flamel smiled, "You wish you had forgotten me."

"For an old man who is over 600 years old, forgetting is the best way to leave. After all, I will not live to be [-] years old." Calvin took a sip of wine and said half-truthfully.

Unexpectedly, Nico Flamel fell into silence, and after a while he said, "Soon you will want to remember me all the time."

Calvin vaguely sensed something was wrong and asked quickly, "Mr. Flamel, what do you mean?"

"It's nothing, Calvin. The Philosopher's Stone has been destroyed by Dumbledore. I will age as a normal old man and then die." Nico Flamel smiled heartily.

"Dumbledore? This is murder!" Calvin stood up in surprise, not knowing whether to go to Dumbledore to argue with him.

"Calm down, Calvin." Nico stopped him, "I agree. Besides, I still have three or four years."

"Mr. Flamel, why?" Calvin was a little confused.

"In Albus's words, it's time for me to start a new journey." Nico said calmly, "Be more open-minded, Calvin, death is nothing to be afraid of."

Calvin drank the beer with a hint of sadness, "How about I resign? When I finish the rest of the things I'm doing, I'll resign to accompany you and your wife."

"No, no, no, Calvin, no need," Nico Flamel patted Calvin on the shoulder, "I know your purpose of returning to England, just go ahead and do it, and leave me alone, this old man."

Calvin was at a loss as he held the wine glass. He didn't expect that the old man who accompanied him through his youth would actually die one day.

"Stop talking about such sad things, friends," Bathida asked Aberforth to get another dozen drinks. "At least we can still get together and drink together now."

Calvin reluctantly clinked their glasses together and took a sip absentmindedly.

"So, Calvin," Bascida said, her cheeks flushed, "what did you want to see me for this morning?"