Calvin left the follow-up construction of the Origin Reserve to Newt and Savannah, who placed the farm cottage he lived in France into the reserve, where they could live for the two.

"How big is that?" Newt looked at the vast grassland, feeling a little overwhelmed.

"Thirty thousand square miles." Calvin looked at the paradise he had created with satisfaction.

"Thirty thousand?" Newt and Savannah exclaimed.

"Is your Traceless Stretching Charm reliable? I mean, you know how much disaster it would be if such a large space collapsed.

And with such a wide range of use of the Traceless Stretching Spell, won't the Ministry of Magic trouble you? Newt kind of wanted to run away with his suitcase.

Calvin waved his hand calmly: "Impossible, I didn't use the Traceless Stretching Spell at all, this is a space spell, it won't collapse suddenly."

As for the Ministry of Magic, now I'm Connelly's personal friend, and anyone who doesn't open their eyes dares to check on me. ”

Calvin instructed the two of them to divide the interior of the sanctuary in some more detail, and left the village of Ottery-St. Cachpole, according to him, to recruit some staff, and only three people could not afford to build the world's largest magical animal sanctuary.

Of course, Calvin's real idea is to be a hands-off shopkeeper, and Newt's enthusiasm and patience for magical beasts are beyond ordinary people, so it is certainly most appropriate for him to be in charge of management. I just need a place where I can take practical classes.

That night, Calvin wrote two letters in his Hogwarts office and sent them to Colon to the owl hut in Diagon Alley, where two seagulls crossed the ocean and mountains to Eastern Europe and the Far East.

The next day, at the end of a busy weekend, Calvin began to focus on teaching cute but empty-headed wizards and studying Voldemort's Horcruxes.

Calvin had a headache, neither of which was easy. The students are increasingly skeptical of him, even though the content he teaches in class is interesting and subverts the students' traditional perception of magical beasts. But who wouldn't want to get up close and personal with magical beasts at this age?

In particular, many students in the fifth grade were overwhelmed by Calvin's heavy exams and frequent class questions, and secretly gave Calvin a nickname: "Red-eyed Sphinx".

It seems that the matter of the animal sanctuary must be accelerated, and it must take shape before Christmas, otherwise his reputation will fall to the same level as Professor Binns. Calvin thought to himself.

The research on Horcruxes is even more bottlenecked, Horcruxes cannot be damaged, cannot be peeled off, unless they are completely destroyed with powerful magic, it is difficult for other methods to have any effect on it, resulting in Calvin's research on souls cannot be carried out.

Unless you can talk to someone who has also done a lot of research on souls.

At the same time, Quirrell, another new professor this year, is getting worse and worse.

Many students reported that Professor Quirrell looked increasingly pale and emaciated, but he did not appear to have completely collapsed.

Professor McGonagall tried to take him to the school hospital for a proper check-up, but Quirrell declined Professor McGonagall's offer with some trepidation, insisting that he would only be cured after a little cold.

Of course, not everyone was friendly to Professor Quirrell, at least not the Weasley twins. They offered a bounty of twenty Galleons in the castle for the first warrior to take off Professor Quirrell's turban.

They themselves were the most enthusiastic students about the activity, and surprisingly, they always managed to pinpoint Professor Quirrell's location and tried to remove his turban, failing every time, of course.

"Where did you get all that money?" When Ron heard the news at the dinner table, he asked his two older brothers in surprise.

Ron remembered his pocket money, and after so many years of not succeeding in saving a Galleon.

"Ron," George put his arm around his brother's neck, "use your brain, you know?" Of course, we earned these Galleons ourselves, and the name of the Weasley's Trick Workshop had spread throughout the house. Everybody loves to use our stuff. ”

"Isn't it just a prank?" Ron looked at the few Sicos and Nat that were left in his pocket, and he couldn't help but feel a little jealous.

"In fact, what they're selling is pretty mature alchemy," Hermione corrected.

George and Fred nodded: "Look, Ron, there are still people who know the goods." She is worthy of being the best witch in the first grade. ”

"Hermione, I'll give you a twenty percent discount in our store in the future."

Granger blushed and shyly bowed his head to eat.

"What about me?" Ron heard that he could get a discount and looked at his two older brothers expectantly.

George shrugged: "The original price." ”

"I'm your brother!"

"Then double it." The twins said in unison.

Ron was a little deflated, looked at Harry, who was speechless, and said, "I really want to learn alchemy, I can do anything else, just follow Professor Capet." Hufflepuff's Diggory and Professor Capet learned magic drawing, and I heard that he made a lot of money drawing for girls. ”

"By the way, Harry, didn't you say last time that you wanted to learn alchemy too? Let's go to Professor Capet, for your mother's sake, he'll teach you. Harry, Harry. ”

A distracted Harry is bumped by Ron's elbow and finally realizes that Ron is calling him.

"Huh?" Harry was a little confused.

"What are you thinking?" Ron lowered his voice and asked, "Still thinking about Nicol Lemay?" ”

Harry nodded, "I'm going to go to the library after dinner." ”

"Okay, I'll call Hermione and go with you to find it."

The trio wandered the library again, blindly searching for clues related to Nicol Lemay.

Harry was about to open a copy of Medieval Alchemist when he heard Ron say, "Hagrid! What are you doing in the library?" Hagrid walked over with a kick and tapped behind him. He wears a moleskin coat and stands out in the library.

"Just look at it," Hagrid said, his voice dodgy, and at once intrigued.

"Are you here?" He suddenly became suspicious. "Still looking for Nicolamet, huh?"

Harry and Ron were a little frustrated. Harry replied listlessly, "Hagrid, if you'd like to tell us who Nicol Lemay is, we wouldn't have to come here." ”

"I'm not going to tell you, it's top secret." Hagrid tapped away.

"What is he hiding behind his back?" Hermione said thoughtfully. "Do you think it will have something to do with Nicol Lemay?"

"I'm going to see what book he just had on me." Ron said he was getting impatient. A minute later, he returned, with a large pile of books in his arms, and threw them heavily on the table.

"Dragon!" He whispered, "Hagrid is looking up information about dragons!" Check them out: "Types of Dragons in Great Britain and Ireland", "From Hatching Eggs to Nirvana", "Guide to Keeping Dragons". ”