"The Crouch family?" Calvin got serious, he didn't expect Crouch to be involved, "Is it Barty Crouch's family?" ”

"Yes," Rozier nodded vigorously, betraying this kind of thing, the beginning is the hardest, once you open your mouth, you will say anything, "The potion that suppressed Stonehenge was invented by Barty Crouch's great-grandfather, Robert Crouch.

The potion had a very low actual cost, and he used it to defraud the Ministry of Magic of a large amount of money, and it has been passed down as the main means of embezzlement in the Department of Mysteries. And we need to transfer 60% of the embezzlement to the Crouch family's secret vault. ”

Calvin rubbed his chin and asked, "Does that Bhatty Crouch know?" ”

"I don't know," Rozier shook his head, "Byron had spoken to Crouch, and he said that the source of the large number of Galleons each month was foreign assets purchased by his great-grandfather. ”

"Very good," Calvin said, handing Rozier the hot chocolate in his hand, "take a sip." ”

Rozier drank a full cup of hot chocolate in high spirits, his face gradually returning to blood.

"So, do you know the recipe for the potion?" Calvin banged the table with his knuckles.

"I know, but I can't say that everyone has made an unbreakable oath."

"I guess," Calvin laughed, "and now it's time for us to talk about the future." ”

Calvin used his wand to pull a silver ribbon from his temple and place a crystal ball, in which the scene of Rozier's betrayal of Byron began to play.

"You know what that means." Calvin said with a smile.

Rozier hung his head, his tall body curled up in his chair, looking very funny, "Ka, Mr. Capet, what should I do?" ”

Calvin stood up, turned his back behind him, and patted him on the head, "I'm starting to like you, Mr. Rozier, and though you're still not smart, you're no longer as arrogant as you once was. ”

"Arrogant Rozier, all Death Eaters, is now in Azkaban."

"Yes, weakness and ignorance are not obstacles to survival, arrogance is." Calvin's voice sounded quite satisfied, "After you go out, you still follow me, how to tell McMillan, I think you know." Of course, McMillan's affairs should also be told to me in time, and use this to contact me. ”

Rozier only felt that the world was spinning, and the quiet and peaceful farm manor around him disappeared in an instant, and when he woke up again, he found himself sitting on a stone in the courtyard next to the screaming shack, holding a World Tree badge holding the four elements in his hand.

What about Mr. Cape?

Rozier stood up and looked into the distance, only to see Calvin in a black trench coat, just staying in his line of sight, walking towards Hogsmeade, lamenting in his heart, putting away the badge, and starting to follow Calvin again.

Calvin returns to Hogsmeade, to a remote path next to the post office, and into a run-down bar with a sign made of severed pigs' heads.

The bartender at the pig's head bar was a rough-looking man, and there were no customers in the bar at this time, and he was sleeping on the counter, clutching a dirty rag in his hand.

"Aberforth, are there any other customers in the store now?" Calvin walked over and unceremoniously woke him up.

"Hell," Aberforth scolded, straightening up from the bar, "won't you see for yourself, in the far corner, that old man has been waiting for you for a long time, little Calvin." ”

Calvin said with an unchanged face, "Aberforth, your personality is far from your brother's, if there is really something terrible to vent, stop tossing the goats, go to Tumbledown Alley and find a pink witch." ”

With that, he turned and walked to the corner, leaving the angry Aberforth behind.

In the corner, a man and a woman were drinking at the wine table, and Calvin couldn't see their faces clearly, because Nicol Lemay had cast several layers of protective magic, and he easily unraveled these spells and sat down in an empty seat, only to realize that it was Professor Barblin who was drinking with Nicol Lemay.

"You're coming slowly, little Calvin," Bascida's fair face flushed from the alcohol, "Nicol said you should have been there fifteen minutes ago. ”

"Something happened on the way," Calvin picked up a glass of butterbeer, "I was looking for you in the morning, and I didn't expect you to drink here early in the morning." ”

"You're mistaken, little Calvin," Bassida's voice grew more and more seductive, "I've been drinking with Nicol all night. ”

"Tsk, you two can really drink," Calvin sighed, then looked at the gray-bearded old man, "Why are you here?" To get the Philosopher's Stone? ”

"Look at you, Calvin, I'm your teacher," laughed Nicol Lemay, "and you'd love to forget me." ”

"For an elderly man in his 600s, forgetting is the best way to leave, after all, I will not live to be 600 years old." Calvin took a sip of his wine and said half-truthfully.

Unexpectedly, Nicol Lemay fell silent, and only said after a while, "Soon you will want to remember me all the time." ”

Calvin faintly sensed something was wrong and hurriedly asked, "What do you mean, Mr. Lemay?" ”

"It's nothing, Calvin, the Philosopher's Stone has been destroyed by Dumbledore, and I'm going to age as a normal old man and then die." Nicol Lemay smiled heartily.

"Dumbledore? He's murder! Calvin stood up in surprise, not knowing for a moment whether to go to Dumbledore for a reason.

"Calm down, Calvin." Nicol grabbed him, "I agreed." Besides, I still have three or four years to go. ”

"Why, Mr. Lemay?" Calvin was puzzled.

"In Albus's words, it's time for me to embark on a new journey." Nicol said calmly, "If you want to open a little, Calvin, death is nothing to fear. ”

Calvin drank his beer with a little sadness, "Either I'll resign, and when I'm done with the rest of my business, I'll resign to accompany you and your wife." ”

"No, no, no Calvin," Nicol Lemay patted Calvin on the shoulder, "I know what you're going back to England for, just do it and leave me alone old man." ”

Calvin was a little overwhelmed with his wine glass, he didn't expect that this old man who had accompanied him through the youth would really have a day of death.

"Don't talk about such sad things, friends," Bassida refueled Aberforth's drink, "at least we can get together for a drink now." ”

Calvin barely touched their glasses and took a sip absentmindedly.

"So, Calvin," Basida blushed in cheeks, "did you have anything to do with me in the morning?" ”