Rolf carried the box and followed Claire quietly into a long rococo corridor.
At the end of the corridor was a large wooden door. Claire pushed the door open and turned around and said:
"This is my office. If you have anything, you can come to me directly."
After saying thank you, Luo Fe followed Claire into the office.
The room is very large, with the floor paved with milky white marble, and the four walls decorated with lifelike murals. A huge chandelier hangs above the head, and next to it is a row of curved windows. Through the windows, the wizard is illuminated by the sun.
Panoramic view of the square.
Claire asked Rolf to sit down, poured him a cup of tea, then sat aside and said:
"I received a letter from French Minister of Magic Abel. He said that you captured two prisoners. Where are they now?"
"I put them in a safe place." Luo Fu picked up the cup, took a sip of tea, and said:
"I will hand them over to you as soon as possible, but you have to give me some time."
"Oh." Claire glanced sideways at the boy and said with twinkling eyes: "You locked them in the box. You can't take them out in front of me, right?"
No matter how good his acting skills were, Luo Fe almost couldn't hold back when he was told the truth. He had no choice but to blink his eyes and look at Claire in confusion, as if he didn't understand what she was talking about.
Claire looked at this young man who seemed innocent but was actually very dishonest, and said with a serious expression:
"I'm more concerned about your box than those two prisoners... Mr. Scamander.
I got information that you brought a box of magical creatures to Germany, is this true?"
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Seeing that the boy was confused for a moment, Claire smiled and said: "Don't be nervous, kid, I'm just teasing you... By the way, how is your grandpa's health lately?"
"It's not bad." Luofu raised his eyebrows and asked cautiously: "Do you know my grandfather?"
"Yeah." Claire nodded: "More than twenty years ago, I graduated from Durmstrang and worked in the Department for the Management and Control of Magical Creatures.
Once, I encountered an unexpected case...an evil spirit held a young wizard hostage. It was Mr. Scamander who helped me calm down the evil spirit and rescued the child, so that I could keep my job."
Elves are magical creatures similar to elves. They are larger than goblins, with an average height of three feet, and have long pointed faces. They especially like to eat children.
In order to solve the problem of the proliferation of evil spirits, Newt lived in the Black Forest of Germany for a while and happened to help Claire.
Hearing Minister Claire say this, Rove breathed a sigh of relief. It turned out that he was an acquaintance... If you had told him earlier, you would have scared him!
"I entered Newt's box, and when I saw the box in your hand, I knew there must be a group of magical creatures."
Claire smiled and reminded: "However, it is during the International Federation of Wizards' meeting recently. You must be careful not to let them escape."
"Don't worry about this." Luofu quickly assured: "I have never made such a mistake."
Compared to Newt, who frequently lets magical creatures escape, Rolf is indeed much more cautious... Of course, it may also be because he raises too few "small animals".
Claire stood up, looked at the square where the control had been lifted, and whispered:
"Rolf, the news that you saved the floating dragon boat has not been announced yet, but if we can't hide it for too long, reporters will definitely harass you in the future.
You can live at the Ministry of Magic while Dumbledore comes to Berlin."
"There's no need for this." Rove shook his head and refused: "Minister Claire, I already have a place to live."
"where?"
"Gregovich... the wand shop."
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brandenburg gate,
Located at the intersection of Lindenstrasse and "June 17th Street" in the center of Berlin, it was originally a gate of the Berlin Wall and was named after the cable leading to Brandenburg.
At this time, two figures appeared on the street not far from the Brandenburg Gate.
After handing over the prisoner, Rolf left the Ministry of Magic and followed Karin here.
Karin is a native of Berlin. With her here, there is really no need to trouble Minister Claire, even if she is an acquaintance of Newt.
Besides, Rove still had a lot of questions that he wanted to ask Grigovitch, so he just took this opportunity to talk in depth.
Karin looked at the Brandenburg Gate and said excitedly:
"This is the entrance to Limetree Street, which is as famous as your Diagon Alley in London."
London's Diagon Alley, Paris' Hidden Place, and Berlin's Unter linden Street are the three most famous wizarding commercial streets in Europe.
And Grigovitch's wand shop opened here.
Crossing the square, we came to a remote corner, where there was a victory chariot pulled by four bronze horses.
Glancing around cautiously, Karin stretched out her hand to touch the bronze carriage and disappeared, followed closely by Rolf.
When he opened his eyes again, a winding cobblestone street with no end in sight had appeared.
There are wizards coming and going all around, and there are a variety of magic shops on both sides of the road.
Karin and Rolf took many twists and turns until they found a wand shop. There was a shining gold sign on the door:
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The store is very small, the door is only three meters wide. After walking in, there are two rows of tall shelves on the left and right, filled with wands.
At the very back of the shop, there was only a short, fat old man with snow-white hair and a fluffy beard. He was lying on a recliner, closing his eyes and meditating.
The old man was holding a folded fan, tapping his palms gently and humming a tune. He heard footsteps, but did not open his eyes, but said lazily:
"The tape measure is on the table. It will automatically measure your height... The wand price list is on the wall. You can choose the wand core and wood by yourself..."
"Grandpa, it's me who's back!" Karin shouted.
The old man opened his eyes suddenly. When he looked up and saw the girl, he was happy at first, and then said with a serious face:
"Karin, where have you been during this time?"
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "I have been staying in Durmstrang." The girl trotted over and gave the old man a light hammer on the shoulder.
"You're still lying to me!" Grigovitch snorted coldly:
"I received a letter from Ollivander, and he said that you went to him! I wrote to Karkaroff again, and he wrote back and told me that you were fired from Durmstrang!"
"Well..." The girl stuck out her tongue and smiled.
The old man showed the look of a majestic elder and lectured: "Let you calm down, you will be fired now..."
The girl took out a hand and waved it vigorously, complaining Jiaohan: "I know, I know, grandpa, my ears are going to be calloused."
Grigovitch looked at Rolf again, with a soothing expression on his face: "Who is this?"
"Hello, my name is Rolf Scamander." Rolf smiled.
"Rolf is a friend I met in England." Karin hurriedly said:
"By the way, Grandpa, he admires your wand-making skills. Please make him a powerful wand."
"Child, where is your original wand? Show it to me," Grigovitch said.
Rolf took his wand out of his pocket and handed it to the old man.
Grigovitch held the wand, turning it over and over before his eyes, examining it carefully.
"If I'm not mistaken, this is a product of Shecobar Wolf?" Cable
"That's right." Rolf nodded. The wand he used was not a wand made by Ollivander, but a product made by Shecobar Wolfe.
He is one of the four largest wand dealers in North America and an outstanding wand maker.
"Grandpa, how did you see it?" Karin asked curiously.
"Wolfe's wands are famous for their fine carvings, and he especially likes to use the tail feathers of the Thunderbird as the core of the wand. This wand is the core of the Thunderbird's tail feathers."
"I remember you said that although the Thunderbird Tail Feather Wand has great power, it is difficult to master." Karin said.
"That's right, only wizards with outstanding talents will choose this kind of wand." Gregorovich nodded.
Rolf listened silently to Grigovitch's words, and he suddenly frowned and said:
"Mr. Grigovitch, I remember Mr. Ollivander always said...the wand chooses the wizard."
"Wrong, kid, of course it's not the wand that chooses the wizard..." Grigovitch retorted:
