I was expelled from Hogwarts? Chapter 62 My name is...Corvinos Gaunt
As one of the most dangerous magical creatures in the world, the fire dragon is terrifying not only because of its breath, high defense, but also its huge size.
But the largest fire dragon is generally only over twenty meters.
In today's magical world, there is no such thing as a hundred-meter-long fire dragon. Just like Quetzalcoatl, it has been completely extinct.
If you want to see a 100-meter-long fire dragon, you can only visit the excavated fossil remains, and Rove and Shirley saw one at the Romanian Fire Dragon Reserve last year!
That was the fire dragon skeleton dug out by the dwarves in the mine...
But the strange thing is that the fire dragon fossil that was unearthed not long ago suddenly disappeared in full view of the public.
The Romanian Fire Dragon Sanctuary immediately launched an investigation, but nothing was found, and it also caused antagonism between the dwarf and the wizard.
Rolf never expected that after a year, he had almost forgotten about it, but he would see this fossil in the Department of Mysteries of the British Ministry of Magic.
The British Muggle government is the biggest troublemaker in Europe. Could it be that the Ministry of Magic also does this dirty work and deliberately provokes internal strife between wizards and dwarves in Romania?
Luofu stood under the skeleton of the fire dragon, looking around, full of curiosity, and even reached out to touch the fossil. He was a little doubtful and said without confidence: "Is it really this one?"
"That's it." Shirley blinked her long autumn eyes and said in a very sure tone: "I remember very clearly that the fossilized fire dragon is missing a bone claw and its skull is cracked."
Luofu looked up and saw that it was indeed as the girl said...the details were exactly the same.
It seems the thief has been found!
"What are you talking about?" Hermione asked curiously.
Rove quickly talked about the loss of the Romanian dragon fossil last year.
"Impossible." Tonks retorted: "How could we possibly steal other people's things?"
"Isn't that enough?" Luo Fu rolled his eyes and said, "Just speaking from your own perspective, how many cultural relics in the British Museum are yours?"
"..."
Alas, the British have a bad nature and like to keep good things for themselves when they see them.
At this moment, the door opened again. The middle-aged man had already taken care of Professor McGonagall's affairs and welcomed them into the office.
It is said to be an office, but it is actually a dark, messy small room with only one desk and one bookshelf, which can accommodate up to five people.
There are four small doors on the surrounding stone walls.
Rove noticed that there was a sign hanging on the man's chest that read:
The silent man:
Roderick Bode!
The employees of the Department of Mysteries are called the Silent Men, and as the name suggests...the Silent Men.
They never reveal their work in the Department of Mysteries to others, and rarely interact with other departments.
Therefore, many Ministry of Magic officials are not even aware that there is such a department as the Department of Mysteries.
Luofu sat on the chair, took out a library card and handed it over.
Looking at the document level number filled in on the loan card, Bode shook his head and said:
"I'm sorry, Mr. Scamander... This document is top secret and is beyond my approval authority. It must be approved by the director himself."
"Take me to see your director." Luo Fu said softly.
This loan card was applied for by Newt, and it requires the signature of the minister and the director of the Department of Mysteries at the same time before he can borrow top-secret documents.
Fudge has signed it, but it still lacks the approval of the Director of the Department of Mysteries...Rolf is here to sign today.
Bode walked to the second door on the left. He knocked lightly, and an old voice came from inside the door: "What's the matter, Bode?"
"Mr. Director, a wizard has applied to borrow a top-secret document, which has exceeded my signing authority and requires your personal approval and signature."
"Well, let him come in."
The door creaked open, and Bode said softly: "You can go in alone."
Rolf stood up, asked Shirley and Hermione to wait, and then walked quickly towards the room. He pushed open the door and entered a dark room.
This is a large room, with green flames jumping and dancing on the twenty-meter-high ceiling. Flames flicker on the shiny black marble walls and ceiling, and the entire room is bathed in an emerald light.
A wizard was sitting on a chair. Through the dim light, the boy could barely see clearly that he was an old man with wrinkles on his face, like tree bark.
Luo Fu handed the document over. The old man just glanced at it, shook his head and said, "My approval still didn't pass."
"Mr. Director, my grandfather has been applying to the Department of Mysteries for nearly half a century to review the notes left by Extis, but you have rejected him every time.
Is there any special reason?"
"Extis has been studying Dementors for a long time. His notes are too dangerous." The old man shook his head and said, "They should not be borrowed and should be kept dusty forever."
"But with all due respect," Rove urged, "even Secretary Fudge agreed, why do you keep saying no?
If I'm not mistaken, the minister's order should be the greatest..."
"Son, there is no need to use the minister to pressure me." The old man said calmly:
"The Department of Mysteries existed before the Ministry of Magic was established. It has great autonomy and can ignore the intervention of the Minister of Magic."
"At that time, a powerful man like Radolphus Lestrange tried to close the Department of Mysteries, but failed. He was soon driven out of the position of minister by me."
"Radolphus Lestrange?" Rolf frowned, such an unfamiliar name.
"It seems that today's young people have never heard of this famous iron-blooded minister." The old man pursed his lips gently and said with a smile:
"Strange served as the British Minister of Magic from 1835 to 1841."
A minister from more than two hundred years ago?
Luo Fe couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, widened his eyes and said, "Please forgive my offence, Mr. Director, how old are you this year?"
"Minister Faris Spavin and I went to Slytherin College together." The old man said with a wink:
"Faris Spavin should know, right?"
Of course Rove knew Farris Spavin, they had met at Nico's funeral last year.
Faris Spavin is the longest-serving Minister of Magic in history. When he became Minister, he was already 109 years old.
And Faris Spavin was born in 1756. In other words, the old man in front of him... is already over two hundred years old.
Rolf sighed, no wonder he didn't care about Newt... Compared with this guy, Dumbledore is still young.
"Child, is that basilisk okay?" the old man suddenly asked in a snake accent.
"Huh?" Luo Fu looked confused.
"No need to hide it." The old man sniffed and hissed in a snake accent:
"I can smell a familiar scent on you. I haven't smelled it for almost two hundred years. I miss it a bit."
Luo Fu said in disbelief: "You are?"
"My name is..." the old man said calmly: "Corvinos Gaunt."
