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"Fantastic Beasts Sanctuary." Nut nodded, "Is it like the dragon sanctuary in Romania?" ”

"No, we want to build the largest, the most diverse, the largest number of protected areas." Calvin waved his hand, as if to include the entire British Isles.

Newt waved his hand and said earnestly, "Alas, Calvin, you are still too young, I think it is better to build a small reserve first, and expand the scale step by step, so that it is safer." ”

"Mr. Scamander, I came to you only to ask you to support me in establishing a sanctuary and to help me get authorization from the Ministry of Magic. As long as the Ministry of Magic allows me to establish a reserve. I was able to build the world's largest magical beast sanctuary. ”

"Even if I support you, the Ministry of Magic will not necessarily agree, you don't know, the current Ministry of Magic, the current Minister of Magic, will definitely not agree to your plan."

Calvin stood up and straightened his trench coat and said slowly, "Mr. Scamander, I came to you because I respect you for having a certain reputation in the field of magical beasts, and I just need you to support me.

If you don't support me, I can also get the authorization, but it's just a trouble. What I want, I will definitely get. Goodbye, Mr. Scamander. ”

After saying that, he greeted his sniff and prepared to leave the hut.

"Wait!" Newt still stood up and caught up with Calvin, "Let's go to the Ministry of Magic, let's talk about it first, after the establishment of the reserve, I will take the cutie over to settle down." ”

Calvin turned around and smiled brightly, "Of course, Mr. Scamander, I have no reason to refuse you as long as Tina agrees." ”

The two came to Diagon Alley through Newt's fireplace, but the two were not interested in the most prosperous magical shopping street in the British wizarding world, and after a quick glance, they apparitioned into a dimly lit narrow alley, and when they walked out of the narrow alley, they saw a red telephone booth on the sidewalk.

This phone booth is no different from a regular phone booth, and it is even more dilapidated and old. Ordinary people don't look at it.

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

Newt told Calvin to wait outside, and he went in alone to pick up the microphone and press the number "62442."

Soon an indifferent woman said impatiently:

"Welcome to the Ministry of Magic, say your name and do something."

"Newt Scamander, Calvin Capet, come and meet the Director of the Division of Magical Beasts Management, Amos Diggory."

Hearing Newt's name, the woman's voice became more respectful: "Okay, Mr. Scamander, Mr. Cape, please take the badge and pin it in front of your clothes." ”

Newt beckoned Calvin into the phone booth, and the two picked up the badge and pinned it to their robes. Soon the phone booth trembled and sank downward.

Calvin was amazed, it reminded him of his experience at the French Ministry of Magic, do all countries like to build the Ministry of Magic underground? Fortunately, this time there will definitely be no Minister of Magic with a group of people to welcome him.

After about a minute, the door of the phone booth opened automatically. "The Ministry of Magic wishes you a nice day."

Calvin looked around, this place was still very different from the French Ministry of Magic, the hall looked boxy, without the romantic temperament of the French. There were two rows of fireplaces around the hall, and he guessed that this was the mode of transportation for the employees of the Ministry of Magic, but it was the weekend and not too many people were using it.

Newt touched Calvin with his elbow, "Don't look around, security checks, hide your cutie if you don't want to be kicked out." ”

Calvin followed Newt past the fountain in the center of the foyer to a table with a "Security Check" sign, behind which was a raunchy, listless wizard in a peacock blue robe.

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

Newt was a little annoyed when he saw him: "Eric Munch, you are almost like your father now. ”

Munch recognized that it was Newt and had some spirits: "Ah, Mr. Scamander, long time no see, but still check the wand." ”

Newt handed the wand over, and Munch kept it still on a scale-like brass machine, which quickly shook slightly, spitting out a piece of parchment from the bottom.

Calvin was intrigued by this machine, and it was the first time he had seen such a machine.

"Twelve and three-quarters inches, ash, with a mother-of-pearl core, nearly eighty years old, tsk, it's an antique."

"Alright, Eric, give me back your wand." Newt urged.

"Oh, okay," Eric said as he returned his wand to Newt, parchment stamped against a brass nail, and turned to Calvin, "and what is this gentleman, what do you call it, your wand?" ”

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

Eric places Calvin's wand on the machine, which quickly spits out a piece of parchment. Eric pulled the parchment and looked at the words on it, but his expression was a little puzzled:

"Thirteen and a half inches, uh, peachwood? The core of the rod is, I'll see, uh, this gentleman, what is this core of the rod? ”

"Nine-tailed fox tail hair. This is a magical animal of the Far East. Calvin explained mildly.

"Oh, good. The core of the staff is a nine-tailed fox tail hair, which is used...... Four years? Eric looked at Calvin in bewilderment.

"My first wand was damaged during a battle in the Far East, which I made myself from local materials." Calvin calmly said to the two who were puzzled, and then beckoned, and the wand made of mahogany returned to his master's hand. "Let's go, Newt."

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

A red-faced wizard in a black wizard's robe with a short brown beard stood at the door of the Department of Magical Beasts, and when he saw Newt, he quickly stepped forward and hugged the old man tightly: "Ah, Mr. Scamander, welcome back to visit us after you retire." ”

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

Calvin reached out and shook hands with the passionate wizard. Amos thought for a moment and immediately blurted out: "Ah! It turned out to be the famous magizoologist Calvin Capet. Your Fantastic Animals & Magic has helped me a lot in my work over the years. Of course, Newt, your Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them has always been a favorite of mine. ”