July 1991.

Place Verstenberg in the 6th arrondissement of Paris is a remote corner that is rarely visited even during the tourist season.

A young man suddenly appeared in the middle of the square, and after a quick look around to make sure there were no Muggles, he coughed lightly, and the roots of the surrounding trees rose from the ground, forming a birdcage elevator around the young man and taking him down into the ground.

When the roots of the tree disappeared, a middle-aged wizard about 40 years old, with a burly figure and a resolute expression, with a large back comb, looked at the visitor and smiled.

"Mr. Capet!" The middle-aged wizard stepped forward and grabbed the young man's right hand. The young man was only in his twenties, and his appearance was outstanding, and his blood-red pupils couldn't help but make people look twice.

"Welcome to the French Ministry of Magic."

Calvin Capet showed a helpless smile and politely refused the middle-aged wizard's request for a hug: "Minister Roland, there's no need to welcome me like this, I'm just here to attend an investiture ceremony, and you're blocking me like this, as if I'm late." ”

"How so?" Charles Rolland, the French Minister of Magic, patted Calvin on the shoulder warmly, "You are the great hero of our French wizarding world, even if you are late, then our award ceremony will be postponed." ”

A large crowd of officials from the French Ministry of Magic, Aurors and journalists flocked to Calvin as they walked into the auditorium. Charles Rolland personally told the young man about his origins and heroic deeds, proving that the award of Calvin the Ordre de l'Ordre de France was not only an honor for Calvin, but also an honor for the French Ministry of Magic.

After lengthy speeches and non-stop photo shoots, the much-anticipated award ceremony finally came to an end. Charles Rowland invited Calvin to the minister's office for a cup of tea.

"Thank you so much this time, Calvin," Roland said, placing a cup of tea in front of Calvin, "without your help, this riot at the Quidditch World Cup would have made France the laughing stock of the world." ”

Calvin smiled gently: "Minister Roland, it's just a trivial matter, if those mascots really cause a riot, I'm afraid my uncle will be the first to be removed by you." ”

Roland laughed, successfully showing his cheekiness as a politician: "So, Calvin, are you really not willing to work at the Ministry of Magic?" You're only 25 years old, but I swear that in less than three years, your uncle's head of the Auror Office will be your subordinate. You will be the youngest Minister of Magic. ”

Calvin smiled, "Minister Roland, I've decided on my own path. ”

Roland also wanted to keep the young man again, and wanted to keep the young man with more benefits. But I found that I didn't have any chips to get my hands on. In the end, he had to open his mouth and shook his head helplessly: "I have already written and sent the letter of recommendation you want to Dumbledore." ”

Calvin smiled triumphantly, stood up, and shook Roland's hand one last time. Roland stepped forward and hugged him tightly, and this time Calvin didn't turn him down.

"If you change your mind, feel free to come to me."

"Thank you, minister, and I will certainly help you if France needs me."

......

"A rare leisure," thought Dumbledore, came out of his bedroom and into the office, sat down at his desk, and with a wave of his hand, the curtains and windows were all open, and the bright sunlight shone into the dark office.

"Hell, Dumbledore, can't you just open the window slowly and give my eyes a little time to get used to it?" A portrait on the wall cursed, it was Phoenix Black.

Before Dumbledore could speak, a portrait replied, "Only wizards like you like dark environments. The argument between the two quickly escalated into a confrontation, and a fight broke out in Phoenix's frame.

Dumbledore didn't bother to pay attention to the two deceased Headmasters, and soon his desk was flooded with letters from flocks of owls. Although most of the school's affairs were handled by Minerva, and she was a responsible and capable witch, Dumbledore had many things to do for him.

Dumbledore picked up each letter and began to read it: a letter from Minister of Magic, Fudge, asking what to do about signing a cooperation agreement with the U.S. Ministry of Magic.

Dumbledore gave some trivial advice, he was reluctant to interfere too much in the affairs of the Ministry of Magic, and he was not half greedy for power, although Fudge was called Albus Dumbledore's puppet because of his flattering behavior.

This was followed by a letter from the International Federation of Magic, asking when he would hold the next International Congress of Magicians.

In his reply, he suggested that the event be held in July of next year, because as a principal, he would have more time to attend these sleepy meetings during the summer vacation.

The third letter came from Quirinus Quirrell, who had agreed to Dumbledore's offer to switch from Muggle studies to teach Defence Against the Dark Arts from Muggle studies.

The letter made Dumbledore happy, his silver beard trembled, and he quickly wrote a reply, hoping that he would have a cup of tea at his school as soon as possible, and talk about the improvement of his salary.

Dumbledore was somewhat surprised by the fourth letter, which contained two golden criss-cross wands, each with three stars popping out of it.

The letter came from the Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in France and was sent by Madame Maxime, the headmaster.

"Is there something big?" Dumbledore thought to himself, and then opened the richly wrapped letter.

Albus Dumbledore, Calvin Capet, an outstanding graduate of our school, grew up in the UK, and then came to study at our school for some reasons, and now he is about to return to the UK, I hope you can provide him with a suitable position. Thank you.

P.S Albus, as you know, Calvin is a very good young wizard, and although I try my best to keep him, I still refuse to stay in Beauxbatons, and I hope you can get in touch with this genius of the wizarded animal world, and of course he is also an excellent genius in alchemy, potions, and ancient magic. You must not miss him. His letter then arrived.

The fifth letter, also from France, was addressed to the French Minister of Magic, Charles Rolland. It was also hoped that Dumbledore would offer the young wizard Calvin Capet a job.

If these two letters only surprised Dumbledore, the sixth letter shocked Dumbledore. The sixth letter was still from France, and the sender was his best friend, the famous alchemist, Nicol Lemay. In his letter, Nicolame wrote that he hoped that his good friend would offer his student, Calvin Capet, a job at Hogwarts.