Chapter 3 Smuggled Girl

The Dementor that disappeared around Easter was able to "go home" on its own after being missing for several months, which was indeed beyond Rolf's expectation.

He thought that guy was also captured by some magical zoologist as research material, and even felt a little sympathetic to him. It seems that he thought too much.

The Dementor is back, of course, we have to ask where it went.

According to it, it was chasing Peter Pettigrew on Easter Day, and it accidentally entered the cave in the Forbidden Forest and got lost inside.

This explanation seems to be impeccable, and Fudge can only let it go.

Everyone took a carriage and returned to the Ministry of Magic.

Stepping into the deserted hall, Fudge frowned, waved his hand, and when Umbridge approached, he asked:

"Where is the delegation from the British Ministry of Magic?"

"Mr. Minister," Umbridge leaned close to Fudge's ear and said in a coquettish voice:

"Barty Crouch has already left with them half an hour ago."

"Didn't I say I would wait until I came back from Azkaban before leaving?" Fudge's voice instantly turned cold, and his eyebrows knitted together.

"Don't you understand Barty Crouch? He won't wait for anyone."

Umbridge complained in a low voice: "You suspended him for another year and demoted him by two levels. It's inevitable that he will be resentful and disobey your orders."

"He is no longer the director of the Department of International Magical Cooperation, and he dares to act arrogantly in front of me." Fudge narrowed his eyes and said gloomily:

"When he comes back from Berlin, I will demote him by two levels. He will be thankful if he can be an ordinary clerk."

Roff, who was standing aside, listened to this and could only watch and pretend not to hear it.

Barty Crouch and Fudge have been political enemies for many years. They competed for the position of Minister of Magic together, so they had a lot of hatred.

Last year, taking advantage of Sirius Black's false case, Fudge directly suspended Crouch for a full year.

Crouch had just recently finished his investigation and returned to the Ministry of Magic, and this happened...Fudge was of course very unhappy.

Rove thought for a moment and said, "Mr. Minister, I'd better take the Orient Express to Berlin by myself."

He was going to Austria with Dumbledore, but before that, Dumbledore needed to go to Berlin, Germany, to attend the International Confederation of Wizards Conference this summer.

So, Rove had to go to Berlin first and wait for Dumbledore's meeting to end.

"Rove, it's a special period recently. Wizards going to Germany must undergo strict inspections..."

Fudge glanced at the box in Rove's hand. He didn't want the boy to be arrested by the German Ministry of Magic and imprisoned in the famous Exsta Prison as soon as he got off the train.

"You'd better go to Berlin with the British delegation. The risk will be much smaller."

"But hasn't Mr. Crouch left?" Rove said.

"Minister, the International Confederation of Wizards sent a flying dragon ship." Umbridge interrupted, "It should not have left the UK yet, so it can use the Floo Network."

"That's right!" Fudge's eyes lit up and said, "Immediately let the Floo Network Administration contact the flying dragon ship and connect it to their fireplace..."

Since Fudge said so, Rolf no longer insisted and just waited quietly.

With the order of the Minister of Magic, the Floo Network Administration quickly contacted the spaceship and connected to the Floo Network.

After saying goodbye to Fudge, Rolf walked to the fireplace, grabbed a pinch of Floo powder, and sprinkled the powder into the fire.

"Floating dragon ship."

After the boy finished speaking, his body flew into the air, as if he was sucked into a huge socket, and a feeling of dizziness came over him.

When the swirling green flames disappeared, he had appeared in a gilded fireplace.

Rolf walked out of the fireplace a little dizzy, but unexpectedly a young wizard rushed out from the corridor on the other side and bumped into him.

Rolf staggered, and when he looked up, he found that it was a girl of sixteen or seventeen, with long black hair tied into an exquisite braid with a red-gold hairband, hanging diagonally on her left shoulder.

The girl fell to the ground, she screamed and touched her sore buttocks.

Rolf hurriedly helped her up and asked, "Are you okay?"

There were hurried footsteps in the distance, and three wizards in standard robes ran over quickly.

The girl's face changed and she ran away. Rolf didn't understand the situation, and didn't bother to stop her.

The girl was very fast. She met another house elf at the corner.

This time the girl didn't hit the other party, but flexibly dodged sideways, and also grabbed a horn cup full of wine from the tray in its hand.

Rove suddenly saw a pink wallet dropped where the girl had just fallen. He bent down to pick it up. When he was about to check it, the three chasing wizards finally ran to his side.

They were all wearing the same robes, with a golden floating dragon pattern hanging on their chests. They looked like the staff of this floating dragon ship.

"Sorry... sir, did you see the witch just now, which direction did she run in?" A tall man asked breathlessly.

Rove did not hide it, pointing to the corridor on the left and said: "She ran in that direction."

"Thank you!"

The two wizards continued to chase, and the tall man was left. He looked at Rove and said:

"Excuse me, are you Mr. Rove Scamander?"

"Yes, it's me." Rove nodded and said, "Do you know me?"

"Well, I saw your photo in the Daily Prophet." The tall wizard smiled and said:

"My name is Carmel, and I'm a staff member of this floating dragon ship.

The Ministry of Magic just communicated with us and learned that you are going to use the fireplace to come here... Shall I take you to the room of the British delegation?"

"Thank you, Mr. Carmel." Rolf carried his black suitcase and followed him forward, curiously asking:

"What happened to that girl just now?"

"This ship receives delegations from various countries and is going to Berlin to attend the International Wizarding Confederation." Carmel explained:

"But the girl does not have any boarding permit issued by the Ministry of Magic. She stowed away."

The two walked through the corridor and soon arrived at a huge room. The wizards sitting in the room all looked up at Rolf.

This room is full of officials from the British Ministry of Magic, so they naturally know this blond boy.

"Mr. Barty Crouch, I brought Mr. Rolf Scamander." After Carmel finished speaking, he said goodbye and left.

Barty Crouch is a man in his fifties. He has a short beard that looks like it has been trimmed with a slide ruler. His robe is spotless, without even a wrinkle, and his shoes are also polished.

Crouch glanced at Rove and said coldly:

"Bertha, take Mr. Scamander to your room."

"Yes, Mr. Crouch." A plump witch with curly blonde hair walked over quickly, and she said with a smile:

"Mr. Scamander, please come this way."

Rove followed her to his room. After Bertha left, he put the box on the table and took out the pink bag that the girl had just dropped.

Rove opened the wallet and wanted to check if there was any information, but he was stunned.

He turned the wallet over and shook it gently, and saw a lot of things falling out:

Bundles of unicorn hair, a handful of phoenix tail feathers, werewolf hair, river monster back thorns, yew, snake wood, spruce, sycamore...

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