The large font title occupies the center.
A name appears in the public eye.
"Inge Griffiths?"
John stared at the newspaper. Last time he said that solving Grindelwald would be done once and for all.
I didn't expect that someone would actually do this.
"Grindelwald is dead?" He was full of doubts about this matter.
That person could die so easily?
The once all-powerful Dark Lord of Europe died in a small country at the hands of a Minister of Magic?
John picked up the letter sent by Riddle and looked at the signature on the letter. It was Old Barty's.
Like John, Barty Sr. has doubts about Grindelwald's death.
"Lipi has verified that it is not a compound medicine."
John still trusts Lippi's ability. People who can thrive undercover around the Dark Lord always have some outstanding abilities.
But if it wasn't a compound potion, what could be used to disguise himself as Grindelwald?
John pondered, "Grindelwald will not die so easily. The inside story is suspicious."
He was going to let the Star Disciples investigate.
Turning your attention to the photo, the man in the picture stood at the foot of the stairs, confronting representatives from various countries in a stark difference.
"Inge Griffiths." John read the name, which was a little-known name.
It can even be said that in the entire Polish magical world, if it weren't for Grindelwald's visit, almost no one would pay attention.
"Dumbledore won't believe it either, so what will he do in response?"
John gave the letter to Riddle and asked him to go to the Johnny Silverhand store.
He walked into the Star Club.
Entering the plain, he saw two fighting Celestial Spirit Guards.
Hector and Hector
Ermo.
Every time they collide, a gust of wind pressure sweeps through, and a group of protoss cheers for them.
Next to the star spirit is Silver John, who is shining with silvery white light.
John snapped his fingers, and the battle between the two divine guards stopped.
Then he turned back into a star spirit and ran over.
After John's guidance and training, these protoss can finally switch to the guardian state.
Dozens of protoss transformed at the same time, and the suffocating divine guards appeared.
This power will be John's most effective guardian.
"You came."
Silver John spreads out into light and merges into John's body.
"You are more like an army now."
Seeing the divine guards lining up neatly, John smiled slightly.
He selected two of them and went to the French branch and the American branch respectively.
This is considered a security measure.
The chosen divine guard turned back into a star spirit, jumping up and down with great joy.
John said to the other star spirits: "When you grow up, you can go to various places to guard like them."
The Celestial Spirit Guards were very happy, and John gave them the meaning of guardianship when he created them.
So in their opinion, being able to go to other places to protect them is the best thing.
The two Star Spirit Guards were sent to two branches by John.
In the American branch.
Nagini held the little star spirit in her hands and greeted it with a smile.
"Hello."
"Bubbabu." The protoss spoke a language they couldn't understand.
John shrugged, "It says hello."
"Do you understand?"
"Of course," John chuckled, "I created them."
"You're as fascinating as ever," Nagini said.
"Where's Credence?"
"He's outside," Nagini said to John with a happy smile on her face.
Said, "I'm grateful."
"We don't need this."
John waved his hand and said with a smile: "Take care of this place for me."
"I will, my king."
John left when he sent the protoss to the French branch.
It's very lively there.
"They celebrated Grindelwald's death," King said. "I heard that Grindelwald destroyed Père Lachaise Cemetery in Paris, and many family mausoleums were there."
Hearing this, John said calmly: "That's really too much."
As if he wasn't the one who dragged the dome into Père Lachaise Cemetery and exploded.
...
This holiday was spent quickly in John's training and review.
Students return to school the day before the holiday ends.
As soon as Daphne came back, she went looking for that skunk boy Malfoy.
The protoss she trained are very well-behaved and have learned how to transform into guardians.
Astoria also brought the Celestial Spirit Guards, and Neville's Celestial Spirit Guards looked stronger for some reason.
In the end, Malfoy arrived belatedly.
He also knew that he might not be able to escape the consequences of being settled by Daphne, so he just came over last.
It's just the stars he trained...
John silently looked at the little guy who walked into the group of protoss with arrogant steps. There, Bilibala didn't know what he said, and dozens of protoss ran after the protoss.
"Is this the form of a thing that resembles its master?"
The mouth of the hateful star spirit did not stop for a moment, and kept saying something.
Even Hector, the calm star spirit chosen by John, ran over and joined the pursuit.
In the end, I really didn't run away, so I pulled the hateful star spirit and turned it into a divine guard to scare my companions. As a result,
But he saw all his companions turned into divine guards.
The scene changes from a chase by a group of glowing golden guys to a chase by a group of ferocious divine guards.
In the end, the divine guard was directly knocked back to the star spirit state.
It was John who came to the rescue.
Once out of society, this star spirit becomes a social star spirit.
"From now on, you can call me Xiaolong." John put the protoss Xiaolong on the table to prevent him from being beaten by other protoss.
Malfoy still did not escape the fate of being hung upside down.
Daphne stared at him fiercely, "I'm alone in Chelsea!"
Astoria also felt guilty. After all, she took the initiative to let her sister go.
But it was Malfoy who was injured.
Malfoy would rather die than surrender and never begged for mercy from the beginning to the end.
It was definitely not because he had his throat sealed with a tongue lock.
Back at the back, John comes and removes the spell from the person.
Malfoy held John's lap and cried.
"John, please help me."
"Sorry, I can't save you."
John rejected his unrealistic fantasy.
Malfoy said, "No, you can."
"Can I?" John said inexplicably, "As long as you don't provoke Daphne."
Malfoy hesitated to speak. That's not what he wanted to say. Can't you liberate Slytherin?
John had to continue to perfect the treatment plan for Bloodborne Curse and had no time to talk to him.
the next day.
John appears in Principal Slughorn's office.
"John, this is a miracle." Slughorn looked at the papers and exclaimed, "You will be the best potions master in history."
"This solution has the potential to treat many more cases of Bloodborne."
"These all have limitations," John said, shaking his head.
No one can do it but me. "
"That's true, but it's enough to win a Medal of Merlin," Slughorn said. "You're too picky."
Picky?
John was not picky.
He took a look at the refined repair solution. It was more effective than the one Daphne used last time, and it could ensure that the healing speed could catch up with the speed of trauma.
"I heard that Barty Crouch is promoting the werewolf equality motion," Slughorn said. "If this can be successfully published, I can guarantee that it will be worthy of a first-class medal."
Old Batty brings up equalization again?
John narrowed his eyes, it was not impossible to publish it.
Although the curse here is the Bloodborne Curse, not the Werewolf Curse.
But it can also increase the credibility of what Old Batty did.
But before that, he still needed to complete Astoria's treatment as soon as possible.
Astoria's situation is different from that of Daphne. Maybe one day a sudden attack will occur and she will lose her life.
Get things ready to move into Star Club.
John finds Daphne.
"Are you going to start treatment?" Daphne asked worriedly, "Astoria will be fine, right?"
"She'll be fine." John nodded and said, "I promise."
"I trust you."
Daphne looked at her sister who was joking with Malfoy. She no longer wanted to argue with Malfoy.
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