After John's training, the golden villain has initially mastered some combat skills.
In the vast plain, Water Guard sprinted in front of Fire Guard.
The collision between water and fire results in the birth of water vapor every time.
Fire Guard opened his mouth, and his tongue of fire quickly moved towards Water Guard.
The water guard raised his hands, and his hands turned into a curtain of water to block the front.
One breathes fire, the other defends.
The two quickly shrunk, and in the back two little guys less than fifty centimeters were punching and kicking.
John shook his head helplessly, "In the face of the attribute of restraint, you must learn to be flexible."
Snapping his fingers, the bodies of the two divine guards exploded, and the little golden man fell out of them.
The two little guys rolled in a ball on the plain.
"Okay, stop."
It took John's words to stop them.
The little guys followed John and entered the Star Club from the entrance of the plain.
As soon as they entered the Star Club, the little guys were running around performing their duties.
Opening the cabinet, a bottle full of stars was taken out.
John stuffed the stars into his small bag and walked out of the stars club.
The two little guys who had just been fighting grabbed John's sleeves, crawled along the sleeves to his shoulders and sat down.
Today John is going to Hagrid's to collect the goods.
I have to say that Hagrid still has a way, and he can get any kind of materials.
Arrive at Hagrid's hut.
He knocked politely.
"I'm here." Hagrid's voice sounded in the vegetable garden.
John walked around and saw Hagrid chasing away the pests that had invaded the vegetable garden.
"These things are really disgusting," Hagrid said viciously, "I should buy some pesticides."
"Sometimes things aren't that complicated after all, Hagrid."
John came over and smoked
He pointed his wand at the wooden stake to the side.
"Sacred guard protects the body."
The wooden pile quickly grew in size, and various vines sprouted from it.
The little guy on the shoulder turned into runes and got into the body of the tree guard. On the head wrapped in vines, the eyes glowed brightly.
The tree guard stomped the pests to death, and the vines spread out to pull the pests out of the soil.
"What is this?" Hagrid opened his mouth wide, startled by the tree man who was almost as tall as him.
"A kind of spell."
John walked towards the hut and asked, "Has everything been collected?"
Hagrid once again lamented John's creativity, leaving the tree guard there playing whack-a-mole, and followed John and said: "It's all done, but some things are not legal. You'd better not let anyone find out."
"The creation of magic should not be imprisoned, Hagrid."
John walked into Hagrid's hut. There were a lot of materials in large and small boxes.
"These cost a lot of galleons, but they are all money taken from your materials fund."
In order to facilitate Hagrid to obtain materials for him, 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 briefcase and the materials were sucked into the briefcase.
This small bag is like a bottomless pit. Even if a room full of materials is stuffed into it, it won't bulge at all.
"What's that little guy?" Hagrid was very interested in the little golden man on John's shoulder.
John stretched out his hand and asked the golden man to stand up and hand it to Hagrid, and said, "I call them divine guards."
Hagrid looked at the little guy's curiosity in his palm and asked doubtfully: "Is this your magic too?"
"So be it." Divine Guard means
John spread his hands and said, "I am going to make them the best guards."
"Well, I'm used to your wild ideas."
Hagrid returned the divine guard, and when they heard tapping on the window, they turned to look.
A snowy owl was tapping 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, knocked the divine guard down and stood on John's shoulder.
The divine guard shook his head dazedly, and Basil handed a letter to John.
After opening it and taking a look, John had surprise written on his face.
"Why does old Buddy ask me for reference when buying gifts?"
The letter was from old Batty.
The poor owl that delivered the message was probably thrown away by Basil.
Old Barty wanted a gift that young people would like, and thought about it to find John.
Because John was young enough and a son.
John also had some difficulties with this.
After all, he didn't know what kind of gift was 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 would like something cool.”
John returned to the dormitory to send a reply to Old Barty.
When handing the letter to Basil, John warned him again and again.
"Don't shoot the Crouch owls, and don't shoot the Ministry owls."
After feeding three small dried fish to Basil, John asked him to deliver the message.
...
Old Batty has been busy with a lot of things recently.
He was the Minister of Magic, and because he was busy with the International Federation of Wizards, he had to take time to check on Grindelwald in Poland.
I don’t know when it started. Some people in the International Federation of Wizards will
Hope is pinned on old Batty.
Hopefully he will come up with a plan to deal with Grindelwald just like he did with Voldemort.
It's even more because the British wizarding 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 knew that neither of the two chips in his hand could be used.
So after Grindelwald appeared in Poland, he was on the sidelines.
Now, he has obtained the position he originally pursued.
But those who belong to the Crouch family still regard him as an enemy.
"Cool stuff?"
Old Barty was sitting in the Minister of Magic's office, somewhat confused by John's words.
He didn't know much about young people's tastes. If he wanted to be cool, he thought of flying broomsticks.
"I remember he used to like Quidditch too."
Only then did Old Barty realize that his preference for his son was so vague.
What he once took for granted is now something he regrets.
He was so heartless that he hurriedly sentenced Barty Jr. to Azkaban.
After the truth came out, old Barty realized how stupid he really was.
That guilt made him eager to make amends to Barty Jr.
He is going to buy a broomstick.
Walking to the Quidditch boutique, he asked, "What broomstick is the best."
The owner of the Quidditch shop immediately smiled and said: "Which broomstick is the best? Without a doubt, the Firebolt."
The boss took Old Batty to the display cabinet, where lay the Firebolt quietly.
"It is used in professional events and has superior performance." The boss introduced vividly.
Old Batty looked livid when he saw the price.
.
This thing is worth his year's salary.
The answer was that he thought of repairing the relationship between father and son, so 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-advised Barty Sr. takes his broomstick to the Knockturn Garden.
Little Barty works as a gardener here and occasionally appears at Silverhand Manor.
As if he was used to growing flowers, little Barty put the flower seeds into the soil with an expressionless expression.
Seeing Old Batty coming, he ignored him and walked to another place with the bucket.
"son."
Old Barty hesitated to speak. Thinking of his gift, he handed the broomstick over and said, "I remember you used to like Quidditch."
Little Barty glanced at the thing that looked like a broomstick and said calmly: "I don't like it now."
This answer is very sad.
Old Barty 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 over to 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 the most about you?"
"It's the way you said it," Barty Jr. said to himself. "You never feel that you are wrong. You just don't want the last bloodline of the Crouch family to be gone."
Old Batty's face darkened and he said, "I didn't..."
"When i was young."
Little Barty looked at Old Barty's vicissitudes of life and said, "I have been following your instructions and working hard.
Study, work hard to become better, and hope to gain your respect and your pride. "
"But I have never heard a good word from you. I deserve to be excellent. If I am not excellent, it is because I don't work hard enough."
"What you want is not a son, but an obedient tool, a good boy who will be obedient to you."
Little Barty looked into Old Barty's eyes and said in a firm tone: "I can't do this."
Old Barty opened his mouth, but finally watched his son go away dejectedly.
He had too many things to say, and wanted to say that he had always been proud of little Barty, but he couldn't say them out.
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