Calvin took out a handkerchief to wipe his right hand clean, and shook it with McMillan, "Calvin Capet, invited by the minister to visit Stonehenge. ”

"Yes, I've heard," said McMillan, with a very graceful demeanor, "but I will say, Mr. Capet, that Stonehenge is arguably the most dangerous magical relic in Britain. ”

"In principle, we don't want other wizards to come close, but considering that you are a friend of the minister, I am more than willing to be your guide and take you on a tour of this magnificent relic left by a prehistoric wizard."

"I guess it couldn't be better, please." Calvin smiled and said equally gently, and the two acted as if an old-fashioned English gentleman had invited them to afternoon tea.

"If you don't mind, I'd like you to introduce me to Stonehenge, it's my first time encountering it, Mr. McMillan." Calvin asked, following behind McMillan.

McMillan paused slightly, then smiled and said, "No problem, Mr. Capet." ”

"According to the research of our Department of Mysteries, Stonehenge was built between 4,000 and 1,000 B.C., with 4,300 stone arches made of 13,000 boulders."

"It's an incredible miracle project, isn't it?" Calvin whispered.

"You're right, Mr. Capet." McMillan turned and looked at Calvin with a smile, "We believe this is a magic circle left by an extremely powerful wizard in prehistory, and it is dangerous for wizards without professional knowledge. ”

"Are you sure you want to keep going, Mr. Cape?"

Calvin looked at the central stone arch, which was already a lot closer, and said, "It's come this far, it's a pity not to take a look." ”

McMillan's expression was slightly cold, but then he returned to a warm smile: "Since Mr. Capet is so insistent, then I will take you to take a look." ”

Then the two of them quickened their pace and rushed directly to the foot of the largest stone arch in the center of Stonehenge.

The patterns of the inscriptions on the stone of this large stone arch were even more dense and intricate, and Calvin did not transcribe them in front of McMillan, but memorized them in his mind.

The most distinctive thing about this stone arch is that it seems to connect to another space.

Calvin stretched out his right hand to reach in to see what was going on, but was immediately stopped by McMillan, who was standing nearby, "Mr. Cape, I advise you not to do it again." No one knew where the space on the other side of the stone arch led, and the Department of Mysteries had tried many ways to probe the other side, but all of them failed. ”

Calvin glanced at him and said, "Okay, then I'll take a look." But in fact, the right hand had already extended a thread of magic and swam towards the stone arch.

Instead of directly probing another dimension through the stone arch, the magic thread first penetrated into the three boulders that made up the stone arch.

Sure enough, there were also alchemy cores in the three boulders, and there were forty-three alchemy cores in one boulder, and the complexity and precision of each core were not comparable to the alchemy cores in those boulders on the periphery.

And the magic that these forty-three cores make up together is even more complex. Calvin asked himself how it would have taken him to do it himself, and how did the wizards of 6,000 years ago do it.

Incredible!

Calvin can only come to this conclusion.

Next, Calvin carefully controls the magic thread through the stone arch.

But Calvin's face quickly changed, and the magic thread that passed through the space quickly lost contact, and he didn't even send Calvin a trace of useful information.

At this time, McMillan, who was standing on the side, suddenly shouted: "Mr. Capet, have you seen enough? The tone was not as gentle as it had been at the beginning.

Calvin quickly retracted the magic thread, "I think my curiosity has been satisfied. ”

"Very well, then I'll send you back." McMillan looked a little impatient.

"Tsk, can't you let me walk around Stonehenge more?" Calvin asked.

"No," McMillan said coldly, "Mr. Capet, the Department of Mysteries is going to perform routine maintenance on Stonehenge, please leave as soon as possible." ”

Calvin frowned, but he didn't say anything, nodded and walked behind McMillan.

McMillan took Calvin out of Stonehenge and said to Fudge, who was waiting outside, "Minister Fudge, it's best to tell me in advance the next time you come to Stonehenge, so that I can be a little prepared." ”

Fudge frowned and said, "Byron McMillan, you'd better figure out your position, I'm the Minister of Magic, you're just a silent man, and it's not my turn to report to you." ”

"Yes, yes, I know," McMillan plucked out his ears impatiently, "you're the minister, but in this Stonehenge, everything has to be listened to me, otherwise something will happen, and the whole wizarding world will be exposed." ”

Fudge was furious, he didn't expect that the Department of Mysteries had been arrogant to this point, and just about to have a seizure, Calvin patted him on the shoulder and said softly, "Connelly, let's go back first." ”

Fudge glared at McMillan viciously, but he didn't say anything cruel and turned away.

After Fudge and Calvin left, two more wizards stood behind McMillan, one of whom was Jack Travers, the dwarf wizard Calvin had seen when he arrived.

"How's it going, Byron, have those two found anything?" Travers asked.

McMillan shook his head: "Everything looks normal. ”

"Hmph, Fudge idiot, he can find it strange, all he's got left is to make money and sleep with women, and sleep like that dead fat woman from Umbridge." The other wizard said, and he snickered with Jack.

"Phil, you know what? The last time I saw the woman in Umbridge, I almost threw up the pumpkin juice I had drunk the night before. I really don't know how Fudge can get his mouth shut. Jack laughed informably.

"Okay you two, I'm not worried about Fudge," McMillan said with a grim expression, "I'm worried about that Calvin Capet." ”

"As for him, I don't think he's even thirty years old." Phil said dismissively.

McMillan shook his head, "Don't underestimate him, he's famous abroad. Phil, you're spying on him these days. If necessary, you can use the power of your Rozier family, and if he really finds something, kill him. ”

"I don't think it's better to kill him directly." Phil had a smirk on his face.

"Don't come nonsense, Fill," McMillan was a little displeased, "remember, it's the Golden Galleon that counts. With Golden Galleons, we can now live happier than our Death Eater relatives. ”