I swung my greatsword at Hogwarts

After John's training, the golden villain has initially mastered some fighting skills.

In the vast plain, Mizuo sprinted in front of Phobo with a stride.

The collision between water and fire will cause water vapor to be born every time.

Huo Wei opened his mouth, and the tongue of fire quickly moved towards Shui Wei.

The water guard raised his hands, and his hands turned into a water curtain to block the front.

One breathes fire, the other defends.

The two shrunk quickly, and at the back, two little guys less than fifty centimeters were punching and kicking.

John shook his head helplessly, "Facing the attribute of restraint, we must learn to be flexible."

With a snap of the fingers, the bodies of the two divine guards exploded, and the golden villain fell out of it.

The two little guys fought and rolled on the plain.

"Okay, stop."

John stopped them by speaking out.

The little ones followed John and entered the Club of Stars through the entrance of the plain.

As soon as they entered the Qunxing Club, the little guys ran around inside performing their duties.

Opening the cabinet, a bottle full of stars was taken out.

Stuffing the stars into the small bag, John walked out of the Stars Club.

The two little guys who had just fought grabbed John's sleeves, crawled along the sleeves, sat down on his shoulders.

Today John is going to pick up the goods from Hagrid.

I have to say that Hagrid still has a way, and he can get any kind of material.

Arrive at Hagrid's hut.

He knocked politely on the door.

"Here I am." Hagrid's voice came from the vegetable garden.

John turned around to see Hagrid chasing away pests that had invaded the vegetable garden.

"These things are nasty," said Hagrid grimly. "I should have bought some bug spray."

"Sometimes it's not that complicated, Hagrid."

John came over, drew out his wand and pointed to a wooden stake beside him.

"God's bodyguard."

The stake quickly grew larger, and various vines grew on its body.

The little guy on the shoulder turned into a rune and got into the body of the tree guard. On the vine-wrapped head, the eyes glowed brightly.

The tree guard trampled to death the pests, and the vines spread out to pull out the pests in the soil.

"What is this?" Hagrid opened his mouth wide, startled by the tree man who was about as tall as him.

"A spell."

John walked to the hut and asked, "Is everything packed?"

Hagrid was once again impressed by John's creativity, leaving the tree guards to play whack-a-mole, followed John and said, "It's all there, but some things are illegal, you'd better not let people find out."

"The creation of magic should not be imprisoned, Hagrid."

John walked into Hagrid's hut, which contained large and small boxes with a lot of materials.

"It cost a lot of galleons, but it's all money from your material fund."

In order to make it easier for Hagrid to get materials for himself, John set up a materials fund for him in Gringotts.

Hagrid stood at the door and asked doubtfully, "How are you going to take away so many things?"

"With magic, of course."

John opened the pouch and the material was sucked into the pouch.

This small bag is like a bottomless pit, even if stuffed with a room full of materials, it doesn't seem to bulge a bit.

"And what's that little guy?" Hagrid was interested in the little golden figure on John's shoulder.

John stretched out his hand for the little golden man to stand up and handed it to Hagrid, saying, "I call them divine guards."

Hagrid looked at the little guy's curiosity in his palm, and asked doubtfully, "Is this your magic too?"

"Probably." The divine guards were accidental products, John spread his hands and said, "I'm going to make them the best guards."

"Well, I'm used to your wild ideas."

Hagrid returned the guard, and when they heard a tap on the window, they turned to look.

A snowy owl was slapping the window dissatisfiedly outside, and Hagrid subconsciously covered his beard when he saw it.

"It's Basil." John opened the window, and Basil flew in and patted the guard down and stood on John's shoulder.

Shenwei shook his head in a daze, and Basil handed a letter to John.

Opening it and looking at it, John had surprise on his face.

"Why does old Batty ask me for reference when buying gifts?"

The letter was from Batty Sr.

The poor owl delivering the letter was probably thrown somewhere by Basil.

Old Batty wants a gift that young people like, so he thinks about finding John.

Because John is young enough and still a son.

In this regard, John also has some difficulties.

After all, he doesn't know what gifts are suitable for young people.

After thinking about the young people around him, he felt that he might as well come up with his own ideas.

"I think young people should like something cool."

John returned to the dormitory to send old Batty a reply.

When handing the letter to Basil, John urged repeatedly.

"Don't hit the Crouch's owl, and don't hit the Ministry of Magic's owl."

After feeding three small dried fish to Basil, John asked him to deliver the letter.

...

Batty Sr. has been busy with many things recently.

He is the Minister of Magic, and because of the busy work of the International Federation of Wizards, he has to find time to check Grindelwald in Poland.

I don't know when it will start. Some people in the International Federation of Wizards pin their hopes on old Batty.

Hope he has a plan for Grindelwald like he did for Voldemort.

It is because the British magic world is currently the most powerful place in Europe.

They have two people who can compete with Grindelwald. It can be said that they are the bookmakers with the most chips.

But only Old Batty knows that none of the two bargaining chips in his hand can be manipulated.

So after Grindelwald appeared in Poland, he was on the sidelines.

Now he has obtained the position he was seeking at the beginning.

However, the blood belonging to the Crouch family still regarded him as an enemy.

"Something cool?"

Old Batty sat in the office of the Minister of Magic, a little puzzled by John's words.

I don't know much about young people's tastes. If it's cool, he thinks of flying broomsticks.

"I remember he used to like Quidditch too."

Only then did Batty realize that his preference for his son was so vague.

What he once took for granted has now become too much for him to regret.

He was so heartless that he hastily sentenced Barty Jr. to Azkaban.

After the truth came out, Old Batty realized what a stupid person he was.

That guilt made him eager to make up for Barty Jr.

He is going to buy a broomstick.

Walking to the Quidditch boutique, he asked, "What is the best broomstick?"

The owner of the Quidditch shop immediately smiled and said, "What is the best broomstick? There is no doubt that it is the Firebolt."

The boss brought old Batty to the showcase, where the Firebolt lay quietly.

"It is used in professional competitions and has superior performance." The boss introduced vividly.

Old Batty looked at the price, his face was livid.

This thing is worth his salary for a year.

The answer is that thinking of restoring the relationship between father and son, he gritted his teeth and bought it.

It's just that he forgot one thing.

Little Barty only has one hand, how should he fly?

An ill-considered Batty Sr. heads to Knockdown Gardens with a broomstick.

Little Barty works as a gardener here, and occasionally appears in Silver Hand Manor.

Seemingly getting used to planting flowers, Little Barty put the flower seeds into the soil expressionlessly.

Seeing Old Batty approaching, he ignored it and walked to another place with a bucket.

"son."

Old Barty hesitated to speak, thinking of his gift, handed over the broomstick and said, "I remember you used to like Quidditch."

Little Barty glanced at the thing that looked like a broomstick, and said lightly: "I don't like it now."

This answer is very sad.

Old Batty was silent for a moment, and said, "If you want, you can go back to Crouch's house."

"Do you remember what you said?" Little Barty walked past Old Barty, "Your son is dead."

"Son." Old Barty put down his broomstick and said, "How can you forgive me?"

Little Barty stopped, he looked back at old Barty, and said in a mocking tone: "Do you know what I can't stand about you?"

"It's the way you speak," Little Barty said to himself. "You never feel that you are wrong. You just don't want the last blood of the Crouch family to die."

Old Batty's face darkened, and he said, "I didn't..."

"When i was young."

Little Barty looked at the vicissitudes of old Barty's face, and said: "I have been following your instructions, studying hard and trying to become better, hoping to get your attention and pride."

"But I've never heard a good word from you. I deserve to be good. If I'm not good, it's because I didn't work hard enough."

"What you want is not a son, but an obedient tool man, a good boy who is obedient to you."

Little Batty looked into old Batty's eyes, and said in a firm tone, "I can't do this."

Old Batty opened his mouth, and finally watched his son go away dejectedly.

He has too many things to say, and he wants to say that he has always regarded Barty Jr. as a pride, but he can't say it.

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