Thanks to the book friend 20221106081737836 for the reward, there are two more in the evening

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"Minister Fudge, you probably don't know much about me." Calvin conjured a chair and sat across from Fudge, looking at him enthusiastically.

Fudge snorted noncommittally.

"You may not know it, but my father is French, and my uncle is in France as the head of the Auror Office." Calvin's voice was seductive.

"Of course I do," Fudge interrupted Calvin rudely, "I know that your uncle holds a key position in the French Ministry of Magic, and that you yourself have some connections in France, and that you are even favored by that stupid cow from Roland. ”

"Since you are so powerful in France, it is better to simply open the reserve to France, and Roland will definitely support it." Fudge said with a slight mockery.

Calvin was a little helpless: "Minister Fudge, you still don't understand what I mean. ”

"Actually, I would say that the Capetian family is a thousand-year-old family and has a lot of influence in the Muggle world. There have been many emperors and kings, some of whom have inevitably come into contact with the wizarding world. You know, there was no secrecy law at that time. ”

Calvin pulled out a gleaming silver amphora from his sleeve and looked sparkling and spotless. Fudge's eyes straightened at once, and years of experience told him that this must be the work of a goblin.

"Even though only a small part of the family property was passed down to me through my father, there were still some antiques in it that I didn't recognize."

How could Calvin not understand, as a master alchemist, he had already seen the inheritance left to him by his father, and there were indeed some goblin products in it. It was only to satisfy the luxurious needs of the nobility of the medieval period, and there was not much magic in reality.

Calvin's identification of these items was: useless vases. But in the hands of some antique lovers, these things are worth a lot, such as the Minister Fudge in front of him.

Fudge just wanted to reach out and grab the silver amphora, but instantly remembered his current situation and stopped in time, but the greedy green light in his small eyes betrayed him.

"Minister Fudge, I found this at my house. You also know that my parents were Muggles, so I certainly don't know as much about these antiques as you do from a pure-blood family. If you don't mind, please help me get an appraisal. ”

When Minister Fudge heard this, he smiled and reached out to grab the silver cup: "Calvin, of course there is no problem. ”

Fudge was so carried away by greed that he couldn't even discern a lie as simple as Calvin's.

Fudge quickly turned his gaze away from the silver cup and re-examined Mr. Capetian as if he were looking at a fat sheep.

He sat up straight, regained the dignity of the Minister of Magic, and said righteously: "As an internationally renowned magizoologist, it is indeed an honor for the British Ministry of Magic that Mr. Capet is willing to establish an animal sanctuary in England. As Minister of Magic, I would also like to support your efforts to protect magical beasts. ”

Then Fudge said helplessly, "Alas! But as I said before, the Ministry of Magic can't support you in establishing a sanctuary. Mr. Capet, what do you think of this? ”

Calvin nodded understandingly, "I know that building a magical beast sanctuary is a big expense, so I am personally willing to donate 80,000 Galleons to the Ministry of Magic." Then he took out the checkbook from his sleeve and wrote down the numbers.

Fudge stared wistfully at Calvin's checkbook, but what happened next surprised him even more.

Calvin took out another key and put it in front of Fudge, and said softly, "Minister Fudge, I just picked up a bearer key from Gringotts at the door, I think you must have accidentally dropped it." ”

Fudge glanced at it quietly, and found that the note on the back of the key said 20,000 Galleons, and said cooperatively: "Ah, it was indeed me who dropped it, you see my memory, haha." ”

Fudge tried to put away the silver cup and the key, and then remembered that the man was still in Calvin's other space. He looked up and tried to get Calvin to let him out, only to find Calvin's blood-colored eyes staring at him.

This made him shudder a little, wondering if it was the right choice to accept Calvin's heart.

He knew what Calvin meant, so he said curtly, "With Mr. Capeut's generous donation, I don't see any reason to stop you from studying the magical beasts you love in this land." ”

Calvin nodded in satisfaction and waved his wand, leading the two out of the world.

With astonishing speed Fudge took the cup and key, pulled the parchment from the table, and quickly wrote down the authorization letter that allowed Capet to establish a magical animal sanctuary.

"Calvin, where are you going to build a reserve?" Fudge asked pleasantly, "Do you need me to coordinate it for you?" ”

"Thank you, Minister Fudge......"

"Just call me Connelly, Calvin, I think we're friends."

Calvin smiled kindly and said, "Connelly, my family has a piece of land near the village of Otrie-St. Ketchpole and the Stoat Mountain in Devon, and it is good to build it there. ”

"No problem," Fudge wrote the address on parchment, "Calvin, although we are friends, as Minister of Magic I still have to remind you to remember to hide that place with the Muggle Expulsion Charm. ”

"Of course I do, Connelly." Calvin took the parchment from Fudge's hand, "Good-bye, then, Minister Fudge. ”

"Remember, you are my most loyal friend." Fudge sends Calvin out of the office.

Looking at the closed door, Fudge thought to himself, "Idiot, sooner or later, I'll eat it up, little sheep." Then he returned to his chair and took the trouble to play with the silver cup.

Calvin looked back at the closed door and whispered, "Idiot, blinded by money and power, sooner or later you're going to spit out what you swallowed." ”

Newt and Amos, who were waiting outside, saw Calvin come out and hurried up to meet him. Amos asked, "Well, Calvin, Fudge didn't embarrass you, did you?" ”

Calvin waved the parchment in his hand, "Fudge isn't as stubborn as you say." ”

With an incredulous look, Newt snatched the parchment from Calvin's hand, looked at it carefully, and asked suspiciously, "Calvin, you also used that little Muggle trick on Fudge?" ”

"Why," Calvin said as he walked, "he's the Minister of Magic, and he's a little despised for such a small trick." ”

"And how did you do that?" Amos asked.

"Well, two Hufflepuffs," Calvin said, his voice prolonged, "of course it's the Slytherin way, you don't understand." ”

"To be honest, I like Fudge a lot, he's a standard bureaucrat and politician, bureaucracy means you can be bought, and politician means no bottom line."

Newt understood what Calvin meant. He gave Calvin a blank look: "You are tantamount to making a deal with a Norwegian ice wolf, and when you are useless to him, he will eat you with flesh and bones." ”

"No," Calvin said firmly, "when I come out of that door, Cornelius Fudge will have a request for me for the rest of his life." ”