I swung my greatsword at Hogwarts

John will still observe the changes of the Protoss guards.

Over time, these guards gave birth to diversity.

However, it is not obvious in the protoss state, but the personality has become more distinct.

For example, what should be annoying is even more annoying.

Well, dragon.

John watched helplessly as Xiaolong entered a door in high spirits.

After a while, the protoss at that door transformed collectively.

Just like that, Xiaolong was chased all the way around.

"I didn't know Draco was so influential."

John was paralyzed, he found that Xiaolong really didn't stop pulling hatred for a moment.

With its owner, one pulls hatred outside, and the other pulls hatred inside.

Now John regrets so much, he shouldn't have insisted on that, and he should have let Xiaolong stay in Hogwarts well.

Not without benefits though.

Xiaolong's defensive cover gradually became stronger as he was continuously beaten during this time.

Hector's talents are all focused on the star flash, and various attacks connect to the star flash.

Hermo became more and more flexible, clapped his hands together, and pulled out two swords made of rocks from the ground.

"The talents of the two god guards are obvious. It seems that the god guards need to follow people to breed more talents."

John saw that the divine guard who had followed Neville before had an arm wider than other divine guards, which could shake the ground with a single punch, and also changed in height, tending to grow towards nine feet.

Daphne's divine guard is proficient in all kinds of attacks that can knock people down and hang them up, and has used it on Xiaolong many times.

Watching Shenwei's growth, John glanced at the time.

"It's time to go to class."

The door of the Star Club appeared in the corridor on the first floor, and John opened the door and came out.

Today is Conservation of Magizoology.

Hagrid had been waiting for a long time.

"John." Hagrid waved at John.

John glanced at the direction he was in, not at Hagrid's hut, but at the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

John walked over, and Hagrid motioned him to keep his voice down.

"What's going on here?"

Seeing a Thestral pacing back and forth outside, John asked Hagrid.

Hagrid said excitedly, "It's one of those rare times when it's giving birth."

It was a female Thestral, restless because she was waiting to give birth.

Hagrid learned the news by judging its size and movements.

It was the moment a little life was born, and Hagrid held his breath.

The thestral walked under a tree and banged its head on the trunk to ease the labor pains.

"Come on, little guy." Hagrid cheered secretly.

John, too, stared at this moment of birth.

Hagrid suddenly remembered that he was still a professor, and whispered on the sidelines: "Thestrals are regarded as ominous symbols in many places. Some people think that they will appear in places where bad luck is born, but that is actually wrong."

"Those Thestrals were there, it was death that allowed the wizards to see them and take them as bad luck."

"Therefore, many wizards do not welcome thestrals, which also leads to the rapid reduction of thestral habitats. There are only two places in the country."

Listen, John, you can always trust Hagrid when it comes to Fantastic Beasts.

"Life born of death," John murmured.

Thestrals, considered dead, were finally born after repeatedly hitting the tree trunk.

A little thestral fell to the ground. It wobbled and had difficulty standing up.

The thestral mother hurriedly circled around to let her child get up.

Tried back and forth many times, the Thestrals still couldn't get up.

Seeing this, Hagrid said regretfully: "This is a defective Thestral, it may be exiled by the Thestral group."

No matter where it is, newborn babies with defects are always abandoned.

The Thestral mother also seemed to know her child's flaws. After going around twice, it gave the little Thestral its head.

This is the last tenderness of the little Thestral.

John looked at Hagrid and asked, "You won't help it?"

Hagrid shook his head and said, "It can't be helped, it can't survive on its own, it can't return to the group, and even wizards need to follow the laws of nature."

For a newborn with defects, life is far more cruel than death.

This simple and honest big man sees clearly before nature.

John saw that the Thestral mother was going to try one last time. If she couldn't stand up this time, she would give up the child.

Little Thestral seemed to know her fate of being abandoned, and looked at her mother with the whites of her eyes without pupils.

For the last time, the little Thestral exerted its strength.

John raised his finger.

The little thestral got up, and when it was about to fall, it staggered and did not fall.

"It worked!" Hagrid cheered.

John lowered his fingers and looked at the little Thestral stumbling beside his mother.

"Sometimes all it takes is a little effort."

He didn't heal the hind legs of thestrals, he just injected a walking seed into his soul.

The little Thestral stood up, relying on its own efforts.

Those magical creatures with defects are not cursed wizards.

John said: "So wizards are different from magical creatures, they will rebel against the rules made by nature."

Hagrid burst into tears.

John began to understand why Hagrid was always able to maintain a purity different from others.

Because everything he saw was the purest.

While feeling emotional, John looked up.

An owl approached him.

When there was less than ten meters away, a white figure appeared and kicked the owl flying a dozen feathers.

The falling newspaper was accurately caught, and Basil landed on John's arm and stopped.

"I think I should write an apology letter to the Owl Post Office." Glancing at Basil's smug expression, John opened the newspaper.

"Is this the time to distribute newspapers?"

Hagrid asked strangely, "Aren't they all in the morning?"

"I'm their super VIP member." John shrugged and said, "I can read newspapers ahead of time."

Some Hagrids who couldn't keep up with the times fell into confusion. When did this kind of thing appear?

John opened the newspaper and read it.

This is all first-hand information, and if he hadn't bought half of the shares in the "Daily Prophet", he wouldn't have gotten it.

"European boom?"

His eyes flicked across the newspaper.

There's been a lot of buzz in Europe lately.

The German Minister of Magic has been missing for several months, and the German Ministry of Magic cannot be left alone for a day.

So a new competition for the Minister of Magic started within Germany, and Yalefan was one of the candidates.

That person is an admirer of Dumbledore, and he also mentioned that Dumbledore should come back to preside over the overall situation when he was in the International Federation of Wizards.

But those who can play with Dumbledore are usually targeted.

Several other qualified contenders in the German Ministry of Magic have tacitly targeted Yalefan, because he holds the most important magical law enforcement department.

Among the candidates, John also saw a name.

"Ludwig Edgar?"

He squinted his eyes. It would be possible for Edgar to have a Minister of Magic, but that would put Durmstrang among others.

In the short term, the Minister of Magic has great power, but in the long run, it does not have as much influence as Principal Durmstrang.

"I might be able to support someone." John glanced thoughtfully at the Yalevan contenders.

On the next page, news about Poland is becoming more and more active in the European pages.

The Polish Minister of Magic is using all kinds of news to bring Poland into everyone's eyes.

The first thing that caught his eye was the attack of the Polish Minister of Magic by a saint.

The saints attacked the Minister of Magic of a country in public.

And it almost succeeded, the crazy people stopped the saint's footsteps and allowed the Polish Minister of Magic to be treated.

And the saint was overwhelmed by the wrath of the people, and he died.

"This incident cannot be blamed on the people, they just protected the heroes."

"We don't know how many people want to kill heroes, but they can only do so by stepping on flesh and blood."

Looking at the comments, John felt strange in his heart.

"Will Saints infiltrate Poland at will, where no star disciples can enter?" John expressed doubts about this.

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