Soon, Bertha Jorkins walked in and placed two cups in front of Fudge and Calvin, but both were tea.

"Bertha, what's the matter with you, didn't I say I wanted a cup of tea, a cup of coffee? Apologies immediately to Mr. Capet! Fudge's voice was slightly angry, then he turned to Calvin with a smile and said, "I'm sorry, I'll let her make you another cup of coffee right away." ”

"No, the same goes for tea." Calvin took a sip of his teacup, and the disdain for Fudge in his heart increased a little.

The Bertha Jokkins was a little dazed, as if she didn't understand Minister Fudge's words, and said in confusion, "Mr. Capet, I'm sorry..."

"Alright, you can get out quickly, I don't need you anymore." Fudge couldn't stand Bertha and kicked her out of the office.

Calvin looked at Bertha who was leaving, and said casually: "Connelly, are the recruitment conditions of the Ministry of Magic too low, or does this Miss Jorkins have something else to do with it?" I don't remember a pure-blood family named Jorkins. ”

"No, absolutely not," Fudge immediately denied, "Our Ministry of Magic has always been very strict in terms of entry requirements. As for Bertha... I remember that she was quite clever a few years ago, when she was working in the Department of International Cooperation. Later, I didn't know how it became like this, and my job was transferred to the sports division, which had no future. ”

"Could she be sick?" Calvin rubbed his chin and always felt that something must have happened behind this woman's back.

"Who knows? I'm not her immediate boss, and I'm too busy to take care of every employee. Fudge shrugged and changed the subject, "How has your recent job, I mean, the sanctuary, not the professor's job. ”

"I'm a lot easier than you," Calvin laughs, "and it's about picking the right people for the right job so I don't have to put in too much effort." Scamander is such a suitable person, the reserve is in his hands very good, it has begun to open to the public, and it received its first visitors at Christmas. ”

"I've heard that the reserve is all the rage, and Amos has visited it," Fudge blinked, "but it's a pity that there are so many things going on in the Ministry, especially lately, it's a mess." ”

"Oh~ But I haven't heard anything about the British wizarding world lately?" Calvin sneered in his heart, the main event was coming.

Fudge scratched his hair and said with a slight embarrassment, "Calvin, Mr. Capet, to be honest, the Ministry of Magic has been having a hard time lately, and it will soon be impossible to even pay your salary. ”

Calvin frowned, he really took me for a big deal.

"Minister Fudge..."

"Just call me Connelly." Fudge tried to act like he had a good relationship with Calvin.

"Cornelius, I remember just a few months ago, I donated 100,000 Galleons to the Ministry of Magic..."

"Calvin, it's eighty thousand Galleons." Fudge interrupted Calvin again.

Calvin's face was cold, "Okay, even if it's eighty thousand, then these eighty thousand..."

"Minister Fudge, I'm here to hand in a document... I'm sorry. It was Bertha Joggins who interrupted Calvin this time, pushing open the office door with a document in her hand.

"Get out!" Fudge stood up and yelled at the witch, "Jorkins, is your brain the slime of the Flobworm?" You are not allowed to come in without my permission. ”

Then he sat down and smiled at the expressionless Calvin, "Mr. Capet, you go on." ”

Calvin took a sip of tea, coughed lightly, and continued, "Cornelius, the Ministry of Magic is using money too quickly. ”

"Why, Calvin," Fudge rubbed his hands together as if hesitating for something, "this is a secret for the Ministry of Magic..."

Calvin put the teacup down and spread his hands, looking very helpless, "Connelly, my Garon is not conjured by magic. At least you'll have to let me know what the money is going for, right? ”

"This—" Fudge was also in a dilemma for a moment, and finally gritted his teeth and decided to tell the truth, "That's right, Mr. Capet, do you know that giant..."

"Minister Fudge," a middle-aged wizard with short gray hair burst into Fudge's office, "I heard that Bertha Jorkins is your temporary secretary, and I'm looking for her. ”

"Barty Crouch!" Fudge said angrily, "Don't you know a little politeness? Why didn't you knock on the door first when you came to my office and didn't see that I was talking to an important guest? ”

"I'm sorry, Connelly..."

"How many times have I said that the job is called the title."

"Yes, Fudge... Minister," said Barty Crouch rather solemnly, "I have come to Bertha Jorkins for something very important. ”

"She's not with me," said Fudge viciously, "go find her yourself, you stupid woman, I don't know how many mistakes you've made all morning." ”

"Yes, Minister." Barty listens and turns to leave, but Calvin notices what Barty Crouch is thanking about.

"Let's go on, just got to the point." Fudge looked at Calvin with a smile on his face.

"Connelly, who was that gentleman just now?" Calvin asked thoughtfully.

"Oh, he," Fudge said unconcernedly, "Barty Crouch, Director of the International Department of Magical Cooperation. ”

"I was qualified to compete with me for the position of Minister of Magic, but unfortunately, my own children were not educated well, and I became a Death Eater." Minister Fudge scoffed.

"Don't mention him, we just talked about it," Fudge still insisted on asking for money, "Ah, remember." ”

Fudge's expression suddenly became serious, and he asked mysteriously, "Mr. Capet, do you know...... Stonehenge. ”

"Stonehenge?" Calvin bit his tongue, of course he knew about Stonehenge, but what did it have to do with the Ministry of Magic.

"Yes, Calvin." Fudge stood up and locked the door to his office, "Stonehenge, this is known to only a few people in the entire Ministry of Magic, including me and a few silent people from the Department of Mysteries. ”

"Actually, I don't know much," Fudge's face turned slightly cold, "It's hard for those silent people to speak. But some basic information is still known. ”

"Stonehenge is a very ancient magic array, or magic ritual."

"Stonehenge is an ancient magical ritual?" Calvin's heart was very shocked, as far as he knew, Stonehenge had existed for 4,000 to 6,000 years, and if it was really related to magic, then it would be a magical relic on the same level as the pyramids, Greek temples, and Mayan pyramids.

"Why haven't I heard of it before?" Calvin didn't believe Fudge's words a bit.

"Calvin, Stonehenge's magic is said to be related to time, and it's still working until now, it's just out of control." Fudge explained simply.