Chapter 17 Shocking, the mysterious wizard visits the German Ministry of Magic!
Beedle the Bard, who was born in Yorkshire, England, is a household name in the wizarding world.
The famous "The Tales of Beedle the Bard" written by him is a bedtime reading that almost every little wizard grows up with.
But this book is not just a fairy tale, it also contains deeper secrets. Just the story of the Fountain of Good Luck and the three brothers is enough to make people think deeply and fearfully.
Therefore, the poet Peter definitely knew the Deathly Hallows very well, and it would indeed be reasonable to say that he was the founder of the earliest saints.
But Beedle, who was active in the 15th and 16th centuries, is probably dead long ago. Right now, Rove is more concerned about the identity of the current leader.
And Grigovic knows so much about the Saints that it is hard not to suspect that he was once a member of this organization.
Rolf and Karin chatted for a long time, but what she knew was effective, and the young man made up his mind to visit Grigovitch when he arrived in Germany.
The two of them took a casual walk in the box until they returned to Beauxbatons in the evening.
At this time, the whole school was in chaos.
Rolf disappeared all afternoon, and everyone was looking for him. Even Minister Abel, after hearing the news of the boy's disappearance, returned from the Ministry of Magic in a panic and directed the Aurors to search the campus.
If Rove had appeared later, he would have already sent people deep into the Pyrenees Mountains to search for the mountains.
There is no way, the boy is the hero who saved the floating dragon boat, he must not get into trouble now... at least not in France!
The reappearance of Rove made Minister Abel, who broke out in a cold sweat, let out a long sigh of relief.
He originally wanted to keep the boy for a few days, so he immediately urged his secretary to contact the German Ministry of Magic and send the restless young man to Berlin!
night time,
Madame Maxime held a dinner party at Beauxbatons Castle to entertain this group of guests.
The dinner was very sumptuous, including Basque spiced braised chicken, Normandy upside-down apple tart, Riviera-style mussel salad, French foie gras with truffles...
It specializes in French cuisine, which tastes pretty good, and is comparable to British cuisine, which is not a food desert anyway.
In the center of the auditorium, there is also a magic music fountain that can play automatically. The melodious melody of the violin is flowing quietly, and the light of the candle softly shines on the hand holding the knife.
The people who had been frightened during the day had forgotten the disaster they had suffered, and were unaware of the noise outside, as if they were dining in a cabin in the French forest.
However, Rolf was more interested in Beauxbatons' auditorium than sumptuous food.
The gorgeous carpets, the gold decoration on the fabrics are clearly visible, the walls are made of blue crystals, and a little bit of lazy and pale moonlight can easily fall into the room.
Even the utensils and wine glasses were made of gold and silver... He had heard Fleur mention Beauxbatons' luxury many times, and seeing it with his own eyes, it was clear that what he said was true.
There is no way, who made Beauxbatons have the donation from the outstanding alumnus Nico Flamel? It is definitely not comparable to Hogwarts, a shabby settlement that relies on school directors to make a living.
After the dinner, for the sake of safety, Madame Maxime let Rolf sleep next door to her bedroom...
Being so close, if something happens, she can react in time.
Early the next morning, Abel rushed to Beauxbatons again, found Rove having breakfast in the auditorium, and handed him a black eagle stone carving.
"Mr. Scamander, this is the door key," Abel said: "You can take it to the German Ministry of Magic, where there will be wizards to help you."
"Thank you, Mr. Abel." Rolf drank the oat milk in one gulp, wiped the corners of his mouth, picked up the box, and waved goodbye to everyone.
"Madame Maxime, goodbye."
"Well, see you on Halloween."
Mrs. Maxim came over, hugged Rolf again, gave the boy a suffocating chest and smashed his forehead, and then let him go.
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early morning,
The rising sun casts its light on the headquarters of the German Ministry of Magic.
As a typical Gothic building, the roof of the Ministry of Magic is a jungle of spiers, with exquisite carvings, decorative ribbons composed of flame-style spires and cross-shaped round windows, making the whole building look gorgeous and dignified.
Compared with this magnificent building, the Wizarding Square in front of the Ministry of Magic is no less impressive:
The huge oval square is paved with granite, with 284 columns meandering outwards. Its openness and grandeur are breathtaking, just like a classical Central Park.
At this time, it was obviously the morning rush hour, but the square was empty and deserted.
This place has been temporarily controlled by Aurors, and no one can enter the Ministry of Magic for the time being!
Because no notice was given, many Ministry of Magic staff who arrived at the square using fireplaces or Apparition looked at each other in shock when they heard the news.
After being reminded by the Auror, I had no choice but to walk to the edge of the square and wait quietly for the Ministry of Magic to open.
This kind of temporary control is obviously very unusual, and many people are speculating whether a big shot is about to arrive at the Ministry of Magic.
A red-haired witch whistled at an Auror who was clearing the place:
"Glick, what happened?"
"Macri, if only I knew." Glick shrugged and said, "I was called here early in the morning and patrolled here for an hour, but I didn't get any news."
"Could it be Dumbledore, the president of the International Confederation of Wizards, here?" McCree guessed.
"It's not like President Dumbledore has never been to the German Ministry of Magic before." Glick shook his head and said, "But there is no such strong control, right?"
McCree said in shock: "Is this person higher than Dumbledore?"
Such a huge battle naturally alarmed the major newspapers in Berlin.
A group of fast-running reporters hurriedly took their cameras to the outside of the square and waited there, waiting to take pictures of first-hand information.
Soon, German Minister of Magic Claire appeared in the square with a group of Aurors, waiting to greet the visitors.
Everyone opened their eyes wide, wanting to catch a glimpse of this mysterious wizard, and reporters also found the best shooting locations.
In the continued silence, a blond boy appeared out of thin air in the center of the square, carrying a black suitcase in his hand.
The group of reporters holding binoculars all looked at each other. Such a young boy was worthy of being cleared by Aurors and greeted by the Minister of Magic in person?
The onlookers were in an uproar, speculating on his identity. Regardless of whether they recognized him or not, the reporters still grabbed their cameras and took pictures frantically.
They even thought of the title:
"Shocked! A mysterious young wizard arrives at the German Ministry of Magic!"
Rolf, who arrived here using the portkey, looked at the scene in front of him with a confused expression. As soon as he landed, he saw a dozen wizards with wands surrounding him.
I didn't know this, but I thought I had fallen into a Death Eater's lair.
The crowd quickly dispersed, and a witch walked out. She was in her early forties, with a tall figure, tanned chestnut skin, and long brown hair, flying in the wind, making her look elegant and soft.
The witch also has a typical Germanic face, not too gorgeous, but very pleasing to the eye, with a pair of bright blue eyes.
"Hello, my name is Sienna Clare." She said as she walked forward and stretched out her hand: "I am the German Minister of Magic. I welcome you, Mr. Scamander."
"Hello, Minister Claire." Rove shook hands with her.
