"It's about time." Calvin repeated, which would explain why information about Stonehenge had not been released.

"And what does Stonehenge have to do with Gareon?" Calvin asked, puzzled.

"That's right," Fudge wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead, "Stonehenge's magic is still working, but because it's out of control, it's dangerous, very dangerous. ”

"The Department of Mysteries spends a lot of Galleons every year making a potion to suppress the magic of Stonehenge," Fudge muttered, "I don't know exactly how it was done, but from what I've observed, it really works." ”

Stonehenge, prehistoric magic, time.

Calvin found this interesting.

"How many Galleons does the Ministry of Magic spend on Stonehenge each year?" Calvin asked, thinking for a moment.

"Two hundred and twenty thousand!" Fudge suddenly became excited, "I suspect that it won't be that much, and it's all been filled with those people in the Department of Mysteries." And they told me last month that Stonehenge's magic had suddenly increased and they wanted me to add money. ”

"Two hundred and twenty thousand," Calvin smacked his tongue, "how much does a Stonehenge cost?" Didn't you think about a complete solution? Otherwise, I'll be bleeding the Ministry of Magic every year. ”

"You don't have the ability to know, do you?" Fudge said angrily, "The previous ministers all wanted to solve this problem, and they found many archaeological masters, and each one succeeded. ”

Calvin didn't believe it, "Does Dumbledore know about Stonehenge?" ”

Fudge shook his head.

"Don't know?" Calvin thought it was unlikely.

"No, I don't know if he knows." Fudge's chubby face was a little unhappy, "Is it necessary to trouble Dumbledore for this kind of thing?" ”

Calvin smiled and took the checkbook out of his sleeve, "You're right, Connelly, I don't think there's any need to bother him with this kind of thing. I'll give you 10,000 Galleons first, and you can use it to deal with the people in the Department of Mysteries. ”

"Ten thousand Galleons, maybe not enough." Fudge muttered, but his hand was honestly close to the check.

"Connelly, I happen to have two things I want you to help with." Calvin put the written check away again.

"What's the matter?" As soon as he heard Karl's request, Fudge was a little unhappy.

"It's not difficult," Calvin said mildly, "for one, I want to see Stonehenge. ”

Fudge's brow furrowed slightly, "It's not a problem, I still have this bit of power." And second? ”

"I think," Calvin's blood-red pupils flashed, "to see a friend in Azkaban, Sirius Black." ”

"Shhh ”

Calvin gently placed the check on the table, but his right hand was still pressed against it.

"I'm not just your friend, Calvin. It's too risky to meet Black, the notorious Death Eater, on a different terms, my friend. Fudge looked greedily at the check and said with a slight hesitation.

"Then you can go find another friend, Connelly," Calvin unwavered, "but let me warn you, it's not easy to ask for money from a pure-blood family, and you wouldn't think there are no pure-blood families in the Department of Mysteries." ”

Fudge clenched his fists, then said hoarsely, "Ten thousand is not enough." ”

"I'll only give 10,000," Calvin said softly, "Connelly, you have a long-term view, what if I can help you solve this problem of Stonehenge?" ”

"You?" Fudge looked at Calvin with a slight suspicion, after the last time they met. Calvin shocked Fudge by throwing a hundred thousand Galleons, and he took the time to learn more about the young man. But to say that Calvin can solve Stonehenge once and for all, Fudge still doesn't believe it.

"What if? Connelly, a little bit of confidence in me. Calvin quietly pushed the check in front of Fudge.

"Well," Fudge deftly put away the check as if it never existed, "when are you going to see Stonehenge?" And Blake? ”

"This Sunday, one day, I think that's enough." Calvin took a sip from his teacup again.

The conversation quickly ended, and Calvin left Fudge's office, but he didn't return to Hogwarts with the minister's fireplace, and he had other plans.

Out of the Ministry of Magic, Calvin's apparition shifted to a tall building on the south side of Diagon Alley, which was the editorial office of the Daily Prophet.

"I'm looking for Rita Skeeter." Calvin said to the beautiful wizard at the front desk.

"Do you have an appointment?" The witch asked softly.

"I saw that she didn't need an appointment, so you told her that Mr. Capet was here."

The witch goes to Rita to check on the situation and soon returns to bring Calvin into Rita's office.

Rita's office was a lot messier than last time, and Rita stood up and looked at Calvin tremblingly, and she didn't have that strong woman temperament on her body.

"Sir, Mr. Capet," said Rita, pursed her lips, "help me, I'm going mad with a curse." ”

The curse caused by the unicorn's blood resembles bipolar disorder, and it is normal to be tortured to the point of madness.

"Quiet. Rita, be quiet," Calvin pulled a potion from his sleeve, "this is the potion that suppresses the unicorn's curse, and you won't have any effect for two months." ”

Rita went crazy to get the potion, but Calvin waved his wand and made Rita sit quietly in her chair.

"I've got a task for you," Calvin pinched Rita's chin and lifted her head, "help me investigate someone." ”

"Sir, who is it, I will definitely help you investigate...", a touch of frenzy appeared on Rita's face.

"Don't get so excited, little ladybug," Calvin patted Rita lightly on the cheek, "Your life is worth more than this job." ”

"Barty Crouch, do you know?" Calvin expertly picked out a bottle of red wine from the wine rack," said the director of the Department of International Magical Cooperation. ”

Rita nodded, watching Calvin pour the potion into the wine and put it in front of her, "I've heard of it, but as far as I know she's a serious, meticulous person, there's nothing worth investigating." ”

"Rita, Rita," Calvin lamented, "tends to be the taller the people, the greater the secrets behind them." Also, don't question my decision, all you can do is accept. Do you understand? ”

Rita nodded busily, indicating that she understood.

"Very well, drink the wine now, and you will have two months of life without being cursed. I'm going to meet another wave of disgusting rats. ”

Calvin soon left the editorial office of the Daily Prophet and walked briskly down a dark street.