Chapter 62 My Name Is... Corvinus Gaunt

As one of the most dangerous magical creatures in the world, the fire dragon is not only scary because of its breath and high defense, but also because of its huge size.

But the largest fire dragon is generally only more than 20 meters long.

In today's magic world, there is no fire dragon that is 100 meters long, just like Quetzalcoatl, which has long been completely extinct.

If you want to see a fire dragon that is 100 meters long, you can only visit the excavated fossil remains. Rolf and Shirley saw one in the Romanian Fire Dragon Reserve last year!

That was the fire dragon skeleton dug out by the dwarves in the mine...

But strangely, the fire dragon fossil that was excavated not long ago suddenly disappeared in full view of the public.

The Romanian Fire Dragon Reserve immediately launched an investigation, but nothing was found, and it also caused the dwarves and wizards to have an estrangement.

Rolf never expected that after a year, he would see this fossil in the Department of Mysteries of the British Ministry of Magic when he almost forgot about it.

The British Muggle government is the biggest troublemaker in Europe. Could it be that the Ministry of Magic also does this kind of dirty work, deliberately provoking infighting between Romanian wizards and dwarves?

Rove stood under the fire dragon skeleton, looking around, full of curiosity, and even reaching out to touch the fossil. He was a little suspicious and unconfident and said, "Is it really this one?"

"It is it." Shirley blinked her long eyes and said in a very certain tone, "I remember it very clearly. The fire dragon fossil was missing a bone claw and the skull was cracked."

Rove looked up and it was indeed as the girl said... the details were exactly the same.

It seems that the thief has been found!

"What are you talking about?" Hermione asked curiously.

Rove quickly recounted the case of the missing fire dragon fossil in Romania last year.

"That's impossible." Tonks retorted, "How could we possibly steal other people's things?"

"Isn't it enough?" Rolf rolled his eyes and said, "Just look at your chest. How many cultural relics in the British Museum are yours?"

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Alas, the British have a bad nature. They like to take good things for themselves when they see them.

At this moment, the door was opened again. The middle-aged man had dealt with Professor McGonagall's affairs and welcomed them into the office.

It was called an office, but it was actually a dark and messy small room with only a table and a bookshelf, which could accommodate up to five people.

There were four small doors on the stone walls around.

Rolf noticed that there was a sign hanging on the man's chest, which read:

The Silent Man:

Roderick Bode!

The staff of the Department of Mysteries are all called Silent Men, as the name suggests... Silent People.

They never leak the content of their work in the Department of Mysteries to others, and rarely deal with other departments.

Therefore, many officials of the Ministry of Magic don't even know that there is such a department as the Department of Mysteries.

Rolf sat on the chair and took out a library card and handed it over.

Looking at the file level number filled in on the library card, Bode shook his head and said:

"I'm sorry, Mr. Scamander... This document is top secret and beyond my review authority. It must be approved by the director in person."

"Take me to see your director." Rolf said softly. ... This library card was applied for by Newt. It requires the signatures of the Minister and the Director of the Department of Mysteries at the same time before the top secret documents can be borrowed.

Fudge has already signed, but it still lacks the review 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 gently, and an old voice came from the door: "What's the matter, Bode?"

"Mr. Director, a wizard has applied to borrow a top-secret document. It has exceeded my signing authority and requires your personal approval and signature."

"Well, let him in."

The door creaked open, and Bode whispered: "You can go in alone."

Rolf stood up, asked Shirley and Hermione to wait, and then walked quickly into the room. He pushed the door and entered a dark room.

This is a large room, with green flames dancing on the 20-meter-high ceiling, and flames flickering on the shiny black marble walls and ceiling. The whole room is immersed in an emerald light.

A wizard sat on a chair. Through the dim light, the boy could barely see that he was an old man with wrinkles on his face, like bark.

Rove handed the document over, and the old man just glanced at it and shook his head, saying, "My approval is still not approved."

"Mr. Director, my grandfather has been applying to the Department of Mysteries for nearly half a century to read the notes left by Axtis, but you have rejected him every time.

Is there any special reason?"

"Axtis has studied Dementors for a long time, and his notes are too dangerous." The old man shook his head and said, "They should not be borrowed and should be sealed forever."

"But forgive me for being frank." Rove urged, "Even Minister Fudge agreed, why do you keep refusing?

If I am not mistaken, the minister's order should be the greatest..."

"Child, don't use the minister to pressure me." The old man said calmly:

"Before the establishment of the Ministry of Magic, the Department of Mysteries existed. It has great autonomy and can ignore the intervention of the Minister of Magic."

"Back then, as powerful as Radolphus Lestrange, he tried to close the Department of Mysteries, but failed. He was soon driven out of the position of minister by me."

"Radolphus Lestrange?" Rove frowned, such a strange name.

"It seems that young people today have never heard of this famous iron-blooded minister." The old man pursed his lips and smiled:

"Lestrange served as the British Minister of Magic from 1835 to 1841."

Minister from more than two hundred years ago?

Rove couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and said with wide eyes: "Excuse me, Mr. Director, how old are you this year?"

"Minister Faris Spavan and I went to Slytherin College together." The old man blinked and said:

"Faris Spavan should know?"

Rove certainly knew Faris Spavan, they met at Nico's funeral last year.

Faris Spavan is the longest-serving Minister of Magic in history. When he was the minister, he was already 109 years old.

And Faris Spavan was born in 1756. In other words, the old man in front of him... is also more than two hundred years old.

Rolf sighed. No wonder he didn't care about Newt... Compared to this guy, Dumbledore was still young.

"Kid, is the serpent okay?" The old man suddenly asked in Parseltongue.

"Hmm?" Rolf looked confused.

"No need to hide." The old man sniffed and hissed in Parseltongue:

"I can smell a familiar smell on you. I haven't smelled it for almost two hundred years. I miss it a little."

Rolf said in disbelief: "Who are you?"

"My name is..." The old man said calmly: "Corvinus Gaunt."

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