I was expelled from Hogwarts?

Carrying the suitcase, Rove quietly followed Claire into a long rococo corridor.

At the end of the corridor is a large wooden door. Claire pushed the door and entered, while turning her head and saying:

This is my office. If you have anything to do, you can come to me directly.

After thanking Rove, he followed Claire into the office.

The room is large, the floor is covered with milky white marble, the four walls are decorated with lifelike murals, a huge chandelier hangs overhead, next to a row of curved windows, through the windows, the wizard in the sun Panoramic view of the square.

Claire let Rove sit down, poured him a cup of tea, sat aside and said:

I received a letter from Abel, the Minister of Magic of France. He said that you have captured two prisoners. Where are they now?

I put them in a safe place. Rove picked up the cup, took a sip of tea, and said:

I'll hand them over to you as soon as possible, but give me some time.

Oh. Claire glanced sideways at the young man, and said with flickering eyes, You locked them in the box. You can't bring them out in front of me, right?

Even though Rove's acting skills were excellent, he almost didn't hold back when he was told straight away. He could only blink his eyes and looked at Claire in confusion, as if he couldn't understand what she was saying.

Claire looked at this seemingly innocent but dishonest young man, with a serious expression on his face:

I care more about your box than those two prisoners... Mr Scamander.

I got information that you brought a box of magical creatures to Germany, is there such a thing?

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Seeing that the boy was in a daze for a while, Claire chuckled and said, Don't be nervous, kid, I'm teasing you...By the way, how is your grandfather doing recently?

It's okay. Rove raised his eyebrows and asked cautiously, Do you know my grandpa?

Yeah. Claire nodded and said, I just graduated from Durmstrang more than 20 years ago and worked in the Department of Management and Control of Magical Creatures.

Once, I encountered an unexpected case...a demon kidnapped a young wizard. It was Mr. Scamander who helped me appease the demon and rescued the child, so that I could keep my job.

Evil spirits are magical creatures similar to elves. They are larger than goblins, average three feet tall, have long pointed faces, and especially like to eat children.

Newt lived in the Black Forest of Germany for a period of time in order to solve the problem of the proliferation of evil spirits, and happened to help Claire.

Hearing what Minister Claire said, Rove breathed a sigh of relief. It turned out that he was an acquaintance... You said it earlier, look, it scared him!

I've 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 she reminded again: However, recently, during the meeting of the International Federation of Wizards, you must be careful not to let them escape.

Don't worry about that. Rove quickly assured, I've never made such a mistake.

Compared with Newt's frequent behavior of letting magical creatures escape, Rove is indeed much more cautious... Of course, it may also be because he has too few little animals.

Claire stood up, looked at the square that had been released from control, and said in a low voice:

Rove, the news that you rescued the floating dragon boat has not been announced yet, but it won't be too long before the reporters will definitely harass you.

During the period before Dumbledore came to Berlin, you could live in the Ministry of Magic.

I don't need this. Rove shook his head and refused, Minister Claire, I already have a place to live.

where?

Grigorovich...the wand shop.

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Brandenburg Gate,

Located at the intersection of Unterlinden Street and June 17th Street in the center of Berlin, it was originally a gate of the Berlin City Wall and was named after leading to Brandenburg.

At this time, two figures appeared on the street not far from the Brandenburg Gate.

After handing over the prisoner, Rove left the Ministry of Magic and came here with Karin.

Karin is a native of Berlin, and there is really no need to bother Minister Claire with her, even if she is an acquaintance of Newt.

Besides, Rove still has a lot of questions that he wants to ask Grigovich, so he just took this opportunity to have an in-depth chat.

Karin looked at the Brandenburg Gate and said excitedly:

This is the entrance to Unterbaden Street, which is as famous as Diagon Alley in London.

Diagon Alley in London, The Hidden Place in Paris, and Unterlinden Avenue in Berlin are the three famous wizarding commercial streets in Europe.

Gregorovich's wand shop is here.

Pass through the square and come to a remote corner, where there is a victory chariot pulled by four bronze horses.

Glancing around vigilantly, Karin reached out to touch the bronze carriage and disappeared in place, followed by Rove.

When he opened his eyes again, there was already a winding cobbled street with no end in sight.

There are wizards coming and going all around, and there are a variety of magic shops on both sides of the road.

Karin took Rove around all the way and found a wand shop with a shining golden signboard on the door:

Gregorovitch Boutique Wand Shop.

The shop is very small, the door is no more than three meters wide. After entering, there are two rows of tall shelves on the left and right, filled with magic wands.

In the farthest part of the shop, there was only a short, fat old man with snow-white hair and a big fluffy beard. He was lying on a recliner, closing his eyes and resting his mind.

The old man held a folded fan, tapped his palm lightly, and hummed a little tune. When he heard footsteps, he didn't 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 core and wood yourself...

Grandpa, I'm back! Karin shouted.

The old man suddenly opened his eyes. When he looked up and saw the girl, he was happy at first, but soon he said with a straight face:

Karin, where have you been all this time?

I've been staying in Durmstrang. The girl trotted over and tapped the old man's shoulder.

Still lying to me! Grigorovich snorted coldly:

I got a letter from Ollivander saying that you went to his place! I wrote to Karkaroff again and he wrote back to tell me that you were fired by Durmstrang!

Well... The girl stuck out her tongue and smiled embarrassingly.

The old man showed a majestic look of an elder, and taught: Let you be quiet, you will be expelled now...

The girl pulled out one hand and waved it vigorously, Jiaohan complained: I know, I know, Grandpa, my ears are getting callused.

Grigovich looked at Rove again, and he said with a calm expression, Who is this?

Hello, my name is Rove Scamander. Rove smiled.

Rove is a friend I met in England. Karin hurriedly said:

By the way, Grandpa, he admires your wand-making skills very much. You can make him a powerful wand.

Son, where is your old wand, show me. Gregorovitch said.

Rove took out his wand from his pocket and handed it to the old man.

Gregorovitch held the wand and turned it over and over before his eyes, examining it carefully.

If I'm not mistaken, this is a Shicoba Wolfe product?

That's right. Rove nodded. What he used was not the wand made by Ollivander, but the product of Shikoba Wolfe.

He is one of the four largest wand dealers in North America and an outstanding wand maker.

Grandpa, how did you find out? Karin asked curiously.

Wolf's wands are famous for their fine carvings, and he especially likes to use the Thunderbird's tail feathers as the core. This wand is the Thunderbird's tail feather core.

I remember you said that although the Thunderbird Tail Feather Wand has great power, it is difficult to handle. Karin said.

That's right, only wizards with outstanding talents will choose this kind of wand. Grigovich nodded.

Rove listened silently to Gregorovich's words, and he suddenly frowned and said:

Mr Gregorovitch, I remember Mr Ollivander always saying... the wand chooses the wizard.

Wrong, boy, of course it's not the wand that chooses the wizard... Gregorovich retorted:

It is always the wizard who chooses the wand.

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