"Miss Jorkins, do you want me to keep you safe?" Calvin asked.

"Isn't that how it should be?" Bertha Jorkins was a little displeased, "You have obtained important information from me, and you should protect me with all reason." ”

Calvin rubbed his chin as if he was thinking about something, "You can't count it that way, Miss Jorkins, although I have received important information from you, I have also cured your amnesia, no, we are both clear." ”

After saying that, he picked up his trench coat and planned to go out.

Then Bertha Jorkins was heard in a shrill voice: "You can't... I'm going to find the Aurors... Please, Mr. Capet, give me a little help. ”

Calvin quickly sat back in his chair, "Very well, it seems that more than two years of amnesia have not affected your IQ, so what should you do now?" ”

Bertha Jorkins is also the one who can enter the Ministry of Magic as soon as she graduates, and she quickly makes the right decision.

"Thank you, Mr. Capet, for curing my amnesia. What I said just now is all angry words, so please don't take it to heart. ”

Calvin nodded slightly: "What else?" ”

Bertha's voice trembled slightly: "Mr. Capet, I, I am willing to serve you. ”

"Good boy," Calvin said, standing up and patting Bertha Jorkins on the head, "Britain still has clever wizards like you. ”

"Mr. Capet," Bertha said, putting her head down, "when will Barty Crouch's matter be resolved, and what shall I do?" ”

"You don't have to worry about Crouch," Calvin said, "I'll settle him as soon as I can, and you just have to wait for Barty to come out as a witness when he is in the dock." ”

"When you go back to work on Monday, remember that it's still the same, just don't show any flaws."

……

After leaving the Leaky Cauldron, Calvin didn't rush to find Fudge, he had always been a very cautious person, and he still needed to verify Bertha Jorkins' testimony.

After reading old newspapers from many years ago at the Blotted Bookstore, the night gradually covered London, and Calvin put on a black trench coat and a top hat to hide his face, and hurriedly disappeared into the night.

Calvin wouldn't be stupid enough to go straight to Barty Crouch's house and force his way into the basement to get the guy out to get a good look at his face. He chose to go to the Crouch family's burial place.

Crouch's family cemetery was built on the edge of a lake, and the water vapor was enveloped in a thick fog. Calvin's black cloak fluttered behind him, like a grim reaper walking on earth.

It didn't take long for him to find Jane Crouch's grave, which was lavishly repaired, and the gray-black marble sarcophagus made it stand out among the graves. The obsidian tombstone is even more luxurious.

The only problem is that it's so dirty, the tombstones are covered in dust and cobwebs, as if no one has ever cleaned them.

Would Barty Crouch really do this to his deceased wife's grave?

Calvin did not use magic, but used his hands to wipe the dust and main net off the tombstone, allowing Calvin to see the words engraved on it, "Jane Monica Crouch, 1940-1981"

"I'm sorry if I've done something wrong." Calvin patted the tombstone, not knowing who he was talking to.

Everything around was cold and dark at the moment, the sun had already set, the fog obscured the moonlight and starlight, and only two dog barks in the distance proved that this was the real world.

Calvin bowed to the grave and pointed his wand at the gray-black marble sarcophagus. The tomb was split open from head to toe, revealing the coffin inside. Calvin easily opened the lid of the coffin.

Empty.

"Bhatty, Bartty," Calvin lowered his eyelids, returning the grave to its original state, "you're planted this time." ”

A well-established plan quickly popped into Calvin's mind, "Blake, it looks like you're not far from being out of prison. ”

It's Monday again, and Calvin goes straight to the Ministry of Magic from the minister's fireplace, and opens the door to the minister's office with ease.

"On the whole, you're doing a good job, Crouch," Fudge's fat hand was clutching a piece of parchment, his little eyes wandering over it, "but there's a little bit of a problem, aha, look here." ”

Fudge placed the parchment on the table and pointed it with his stubby fingers: "This, this, and this, the other party's name should be marked in floral script as a sign of respect." ”

"Your Department of International Cooperation is the window of communication for our Ministry of Magic, why would you make such a low-level mistake?"

Crouch across from Fudge didn't say a word, he had always been known for his rigor and seriousness, and Fudge's faults were purely to make things difficult for him, but there was no way, who made Fudge the Minister of Magic?

"Huh? Crouch," Fudge tapped his finger at Crouch's chest, "is that your mistake?" My brother's sons are more sensible than you. ”

Crouch took a step back and pulled back the parchment, "I know it's wrong, Secretary Fudge, I'm going to fix it." ”

That's when Fudge noticed Calvin standing in the doorway.

"Ha, Calvin, come in." Fudge warmly asked Calvin.

Calvin kept staring at Barty Crouch, "Why don't I come back later, Connelly, you get busy first." ”

"No, no, my business has already been settled. Barty, you go back and change it, and come back in person before you get off work today. "Fudge chased away Barty Crouch like a fly.

Barty, with short gray hair, didn't even say hello, but walked straight to the door, making eye contact with Calvin.

Calvin smiled slightly, took a step to the side, and gave up his position.

After Barty left, Fudge took Calvin to the parlor and sat down, and asked busily, "Calvin, my friend, is there any good news?" McMillan has been asking me for money for the past few days, and I can't put it off anymore. ”

"Good news," Calvin pulled out a purple potion and a piece of parchment from his sleeve, "This is the potion that the Department of Mysteries used for Stonehenge that I found someone to restore, and its recipe, a bottle like this will cost no more than three sicos." ”

"How much?" Fudge's eyes widened, and he grabbed the parchment and looked at it carefully, "Three Sico?" ”

Calvin nodded, "It's really only three sikos." ”

"Merlin's beard," exclaimed Fudge, "you scum! How many Galleons they embezzled in a year. ”

Calvin pulled out a crystal ball, "Actually, I have some exciting news here. ”

The image in the crystal ball quickly becomes clear, and a man appears in the frame.

Fudge wrinkled his nose, "I know him, he seems to be called... Rozier. ”

"Phil Rozier." Calvin replied for him.

The image in the crystal ball was quickly finished.

Calvin took a slow sip of his black tea and quietly waited for Fudge's decision.