I was expelled from Hogwarts?

If apparition is to stuff you into a sleeve whose size does not match yours, and then force you to pull it out...

Then use the Portkey, like the positive and negative poles of a magnet, first suck you in, and then bounce it away like a god.

Novices who use the Portkey for the first time will have a feeling of embarrassment similar to "my painting style is above yours" because of this unexpected attraction.

But Rove had followed Newt and illegally used the Portkey to cross the border, so he had a lot of experience, and he finally landed on both feet firmly.

The young man looked up, and saw that this was a resplendent and resplendent hall, with a black and shiny dark wooden floor under his feet, and a peacock blue ceiling above his head, on which countless golden symbols emerged, like golden koi carps.

Not far away, there is also a magic fountain. In the middle of the pool of the fountain, there is a group of pure gold statues:

The tallest is a handsome wizard with his wand held high, pointed at the sky, surrounded by a witch, a centaur, a goblin and a house-elf.

Centaurs, goblins, and house-elves all looked up at the wizard and witch with infinite admiration.

Rove confirmed his position in an instant:

British Ministry of Magic.

He looked at the famous magic fountain with great interest. The history of this fountain is actually far longer than the British Ministry of Magic.

This is a magical statue looted from outside with the expansion of the British Empire, and finally placed in the hall of the Ministry of Magic.

During the goblin rebellion in the seventeenth century, the statue of the goblin was broken by a wizard, but after the rebellion ended, a new one was built.

Looking at it now, the statue of the goblin and the others are still incompatible in color.

At this time, it was already night, and the Ministry of Magic had already left work. Unlike the crowds of people during the day, only a few wizards were on duty.

"Mr Scamander, shall I send an Auror to see you off?" Scrimgeour said.

"Don't be so troublesome, Mr. Scrimgeour." Newt hurriedly said, "Thank you very much for your help tonight."

"You are too kind, Mr. Scamander, please contact me again."

Scrimgeour was not a mochi either, and since Newt refused, he left with a group of Aurors and prisoners.

Tonks waved Rove goodbye.

Newt and Rove walked towards a golden fireplace, and after getting in, a woman's indifferent voice sounded.

"Place."

Newt thought for a while and said, "St. James' Park."

A green flame was burning in the fireplace, Rove felt his world spinning, and when he opened his eyes again, he appeared in a blue police box.

Rove walked out of the police box, not far from St James's Park.

St. James's Park is located in central London, adjacent to Westminster Abbey, Buckingham Palace, and St. James's Palace.

It was originally the deer hunting park of King Henry VIII of England, and later turned into an execution ground in Queen Victoria's era, and now it has become a park and a golf course.

Even at night, there are still many citizens and tourists.

"How do we get to Nicole Flamel's estate?" Rove asked.

"Take out the invitation letter, and someone will come to pick us up."

Newt and Rove took out the invitation letter and sat on the bench in the square with two boxes on the ground. They waited for someone and fed the partridges flying around.

The ancestors of these partridges were a gift from the Russian ambassador to the "Happy King" Charles II. After several centuries of reproduction, they are now as fast as the monkeys in Mount Emei.

They even attack tourists for food.

After waiting for about five minutes, a black car came flying and stopped not far away.

It was an old car with beautiful lines, flat and wide, with a very classic beauty.

"Hello! Hello!" The English with a French accent came from the car, "Is this Mr. Scamander?"

Rove looked up and saw that the driver was an old man with white hair, he was smoking a cigar and wearing black sunglasses.

"Nico, why did you come in person?" Newt walked over in surprise.

The old man in a white robe got out of the car, stretched out his hand to Newt in a graceful manner, and said with a smile:

"Of course I came to welcome you. I'm sorry that you came all the way from Romania because of my funeral."

Newt seemed to be afraid of hurting Nico, so he shook hands with the old man very carefully.

"This must be Rove." Nico looked at the blond boy, stretched out his hand to him, and said with a smile, "Hi, I'm Nico Flamel, just call me Nico."

"Hello!" Rove imitated Newt, holding the old man's hand very lightly, but Nico still took a breath.

Rove hurriedly let go and apologized. The old man rubbed his palms, then winked at the boy and said:

"For an old man over six hundred years old, his body is definitely not as strong as that of a young man."

"Let's go, I'll take you to the manor."

Nicole Flamel sat in the cab, and Newt and Rove got into the back seat of the comfortable and luxurious car.

Rove looked at the car. After being expanded with the traceless stretching spell, it looks more like a small house. In addition to the small bookshelves, there are also various pastries and a free-standing magic wine cabinet.

There are several bottles of 1882 Lafite in the magic wine cabinet.

Rove was a little speechless, so he just said that he came from an ordinary family!

The car quickly left St. James's Park and sped up on Thames Avenue. Rove could see Big Ben and Tower Bridge in the distance through the window.

"Nick, you still like drag racing so much." Newt laughed.

"In recent years, it's not so often." Nico picked up the cigar and smoked it. Big clouds of smoke filled the surroundings, but the smoke from the cigar and the seats behind did not interfere with each other.

It seems that there is an invisible barrier.

"I haven't driven much in the past few years since Brezhnev's death... He was a fun car mate."

Rove was also taken aback. He knew that Xunzong was an avid car collector, but he didn't expect that he and Nicole Flamel were still car friends.

"What kind of car is this?" The young man asked curiously, he didn't recognize the car logo just now.

"The Steepunk car that I have treasured for many years, this is a custom model back then, but the company has closed down."

"..."

Nico seemed to be a real old driver, he suddenly stepped up the accelerator and drove towards Westminster Bridge.

Rove also wanted to praise Niko for his good driving skills, but as soon as the idea came up, the car rushed out of the bridge and fell towards the Thames River.

"..."

The car landed on the water, and Rove, who was sitting in the car, didn't feel any vibration, but was very stable.

The car sped across the river like this, and Rove could see the infinite scenery on both sides of the steamy Thames.

The Muggles couldn't see the car, and the busy transport boats on the river jumped to avoid it when the car came, and returned to their original positions when it passed by.

The speed of the car is getting faster and faster, and Rove only feels that the picture is constantly flashing in the field of vision:

Stretching and winding mountain peaks, vast fields, low and undulating mountains, cornfields steamed by heat waves...

Everything in front of him is like an impressionist painting with elegant ink, more like a movie presented in front of Rove in a fast-forward manner.

After an unknown amount of time, Rove, who was leaning on the comfortable leather seat, opened his eyes, and it turned out that the car had parked in front of a building.

Nicole Flamel smiled and said:

"Welcome to my manor."

...

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(Thanks for the rewards of the two big guys "I love to walk in the water" and "This is fantasy")