Born in Yorkshire, England, the troubadour Bean is a household name in the wizarding world.

The famous "Collected Stories of the Poet Bean" written by him is a bedtime reading that accompanies almost every little wizard growing up.

But this book is not just a fairy tale, it also contains deeper secrets, and the story of the Fountain of Good Luck and the Three Brothers alone is enough to make people think about it carefully.

Therefore, Peter the poet was absolutely well aware of the Deathly Hallows, and it is certainly reasonable to say that he was the creator of the first saints.

But Bidou, who was active in the fifteenth and sixth centuries, is probably dead long ago, and Rove is now more concerned about the identity of the current chief.

And Grigovich knows so much about the Saints that it's hard not to suspect that he was once a member of this organization.

Rove and Karin talked for a long time, but what she knew worked, and the boy made up his mind that he would visit Grigovich when he arrived in Germany.

The two walked freely in the box until late afternoon, when they returned to Beauxbatons.

At this point, the whole school was in a mess.

Rove disappeared all afternoon, and everyone was looking for him, even Minister Abel, who panicked back from the Ministry of Magic when he heard the news of the boy's disappearance, and directed the Aurors to search the campus.

If Rove had appeared any longer, he would have sent someone deep into the Pyrenees to search for the mountains.

There is no way, the boy is the hero who saved the floating dragon ship, and he must not have an accident now...... At least not in France!

Rove's reappearance made Minister Abel, who was scared out of a cold sweat, breathe a sigh of relief.

Originally, he wanted to stay with the young man for a few days, but immediately urged the secretary to get in touch with the German Ministry of Magic and send the restless young man to Berlin as soon as possible!

At night,

Madame Maxim hosted a dinner at Beauxbatons Castle to entertain the guests.

The dinner was sumptuous with Basque spice stew, Normandy upside-down apple tart, Riviera-style mussel salad, and foie gras with truffles......

The main French cuisine tastes good, and it is not comparable to the British cuisine of the food desert anyway.

In the center of the auditorium, there is a magical musical fountain that can be played automatically, the melodious melody of the violin flows quietly, and the light of the candle softly shines on the hand holding the dinner knife.

The frightened people during the day have forgotten the calamity they have suffered, and the noise outside is unaware of it, as if they were eating in a hut in the French forest.

However, Rove was more interested in Beauxbatons' auditorium than in the hearty food.

Gorgeous carpets, gold filigree decorations on fabrics are clearly visible, and the walls are made of blue crystal, and a little bit of lazy pale moonlight can easily fall into the room.

Even the vessels and wine glasses are made of gold and silver...... He had heard Fleur mention the luxury of Beauxbatons many times, and when he saw it with his own eyes, he was indeed right.

No way, who let Beauxbatons have the donation of a distinguished alumnus, Nicol Lemay, is by no means comparable to a shabby family like Hogwarts who lives on the school board.

After the dinner, Madame Maxim also let Rove sleep in her bedroom for safety...... next door.

It's so close, in case something happens, she can react in time.

Early the next morning, Abel rushed to Beauxbatons again, found Rove at breakfast in the Great Hall, and handed him a Black Eagle stone carving.

"Mr. Scamander, this is the portkey," Abel said, "you can make it, go to the German Ministry of Magic, there is a wizard over there to answer you." ”

"Thank you, Mr. Abel." Rove drank the oat milk, wiped the corners of his mouth, picked up the box again, and waved goodbye to the crowd.

"Madame Maxim, goodbye."

"Well, see you on Halloween."

Madame Maxim came over, hugged Rove again, and gave the boy a suffocating chest before letting him go.

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early morning

The rising sun shines on the headquarters of the German Ministry of Magic.

As a typical Gothic building, the roof of the Ministry of Magic is a jungle of spires, intricately carved, and the decorative bands of flame-like pinnacles and cross-shaped round windows make the whole building look elegant and dignified.

Compared to this imposing building, the Wizard's Square in front of the Ministry of Magic is no less impressive:

The sprawling oval plaza is paved with granite and lined with 284 columns, reminding it of a classical central park.

At this time, it was the morning rush hour, but the square was empty and deserted.

This place has been temporarily controlled by the Aurors, and no one is allowed to enter the Ministry of Magic for the time being!

Because there was no notice, many of the Ministry of Magic staff who arrived at the plaza using the fireplace or apparition looked at each other when they heard the news.

At the Aurors' reminder, he had to walk to the edge of the square and wait quietly for the Ministry of Magic to open.

This kind of temporary control is obviously very unusual, and many people are speculating whether a big man is about to arrive at the Ministry of Magic.

A red-haired witch whistled at an Auror who had cleared the field:

"Glick, what's going on?"

"McClee, if only I knew." Glick shrugged, "I was called early in the morning, and I patrolled here for an hour without getting any news. ”

"Could it be Dumbledore, the president of the International Confederation of Wizards?" McCley guessed.

"It's not like President Dumbledore hasn't been to the German Ministry of Magic before." Glick shook his head and said, "But there's no control of this kind of strength, right?" ”

McClair was a little stunned and said, "Could it be that the person who came is even higher than Dumbledore?" ”

Such a big battle naturally alarmed the major newspapers in Berlin.

A group of reporters who were running fast, hurriedly holding their cameras, came to the outskirts of the square, and waited there, waiting to take first-hand information.

Soon, Claire, the German Minister of Magic, appeared in the square with a group of Aurors, waiting to greet the visitors.

Everyone's eyes widened to catch a glimpse of the mysterious wizard, and reporters found the best location to shoot him.

In the silence, a blonde boy appeared out of thin air in the middle of the square, carrying a black suitcase.

The group of reporters with binoculars all looked at each other, such a young man is also worthy of the Aurors to clear the scene, and then let the Minister of Magic greet him personally?

The onlookers were in an uproar, guessing his identity, regardless of whether they recognized him or not, the group of reporters still grabbed their cameras and took pictures frantically.

They even had the title in mind:

Shocked! A mysterious young wizard comes to the German Ministry of Magic!! 》

Rove, who had arrived here with a portkey, was also looking at the scene in front of him with a bewildered expression, and he had just landed when he saw a dozen wizards with wands surrounding him.

I didn't know if I had fallen into the Death Eater's den.

The crowd soon dispersed, and out came a witch in her early forties, tall with pale brown chestnut skin and long brown hair, fluttering in the wind, making her look elegant and soft.

The witch also had a typical Germanic face, not too flamboyant, but very pleasing to the eye, with a pair of sparkling blue eyes.

"Hello, my name is Sienna Claire." As she spoke, she stepped forward and stretched out her hand, "I am the German Minister of Magic, and I welcome you, Mr. Scamander. ”

"Hello, Minister Claire." Rove shook her hand.

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(End of chapter)