After John's training, the golden villain has already mastered some combat skills.

In the vast plains, the water melos lunged in front of the fire guard.

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

The fire guard opened his mouth, and the tongue of fire quickly headed towards the water guard.

Shui Wei raised his hands, and his hands turned into a curtain of water in front of him.

One breathes fire, the other defends.

The two shrank rapidly, and in the back two little guys less than fifty centimeters were punching and kicking there.

John shook his head helplessly, "In the face of the attribute of restraint, learn to be flexible." ”

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

The two little ones writhed together and rolled on the plains.

"Alright, stop."

John stopped them by saying something to stop them.

The little ones followed John and entered the Society of Stars through the plains entrance.

As soon as they entered the Star Society, the little ones ran around in their own way.

The cabinet was opened, and a bottle full of stars was taken out.

Tucking the stars into his bag, John walked out of the Stellar Society.

The two little guys who had just fought grabbed John's sleeve and climbed down his shoulder along the sleeve.

Today John is going to Hagrid to receive the goods.

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.

"I'm here." Hagrid's voice rang out in the garden.

John walked around and saw Hagrid driving away pests that had invaded the garden.

"It's disgusting." Hagrid said viciously, "I should have bought some pesticides and came back." ”

"Sometimes things aren't that complicated, Hagrid."

John walked over and pumped

He took out his wand and pointed to the side of the stake.

"Divine Guard."

The stake grows rapidly, and various vines grow on its body.

The little guy on his shoulder turned into a rune and burrowed into the tree guard's body, his head wrapped in vines, and his eyes glowed.

The tree guard trampled the pest to death, and the vines scattered to pull out the pests in the dirt.

"What is this?" Hagrid's mouth widened, startled by the treeman who was about as tall as himself.

"A kind of spell."

John walked towards the hut and asked, "Have you gathered everything?" ”

Hagrid once again lamented John's creativity, leaving the Tree Guard there playing a game of whack-a-mole, and followed John and said, "It's all right, but some things are not legal, and you'd better not let people find out." ”

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

John walked into Hagrid's cabin, which contained large and small boxes of materials.

"That's a lot of Galleons, but it's all money from your materials fund."

In order to make it easier for Hagrid to get materials for himself, John gave him a material fund at Gringotts.

Hagrid stood in the doorway and asked suspiciously, "How are you going to take all these things?" ”

"Magic, of course."

John opened the bag, and the materials were sucked into the bag.

This little bag is like a bottomless pit, and the room full of materials is stuffed into it, and there is no swelling at all.

"What's that little one?" Hagrid was intrigued by the little golden man 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 in the palm of his hand with all kinds of curiosity, and asked suspiciously, "This is also your magic?" ”

"Sort of." Shenwei is meaning

Outside, 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 knock on the window, they turned their heads to look.

A snowy owl was outside banging on the window in dissatisfaction, and Hagrid subconsciously covered his beard when he saw it.

"It's Basil." John opens the window, and Basil flies in and slaps the guard down and stands on John's shoulder.

Shaking his head in a daze, Basil handed a letter to John.

When he opened it and looked at it, there was surprise on John's face.

"Why did Old Barty ask me for a reference?"

The letter was sent by Barty Sr.

The poor owl who delivered the letter was probably thrown by Basil somewhere to go.

Old Barty wanted a gift that the young man liked, and he went to find John.

Because John was young enough and was still a son.

John also had some trouble with this.

After all, he didn't know what gifts were suitable for young people.

Thinking about the young people around him, he felt that it was better to come up with his own ideas.

"I think young people should like something cool."

John returned to his bedroom and sent a reply to Barty Sr.

When he handed the letter to Basil, John told him again and again.

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

Three small dried fish were fed to Basil, and John told him to deliver the letter.

...

Barty Sr. has been busy with a lot of things lately.

He's the Minister of Magic, and because of the International Confederation of Wizards, he has to take time to check on Grindelwald on the Polish side.

I don't know when it started, but there are some people in the International Federation of Wizards

Hope is pinned on old Barty.

Hopefully, he'll come up with a plan to deal with Grindelwald in the same way he did against Voldemort.

All the more so because the British wizarding world is currently one of the most powerful places in Europe.

They have two people who can compete with Grindelwald, and they are arguably the bookmakers with the most chips.

But only old Barty knew that neither of the two chips in his hand could be moved.

So after Grindelwald's appearance in Poland, he was on the sidelines.

Now he has obtained the position he was looking for.

And the bloodline that belongs to the Crouch family still regards him as an enemy.

"Cool stuff?"

Old Barty sat in the Minister's office, a little confused by John's words.

He doesn't know much about the tastes of young people, and if it's cool, he thinks of broomsticks.

"I remember he used to love Quidditch too."

Old Barty realized that his preferences for his son were so vague.

What he once took for granted has now become something he regrets.

He was so ruthless that he hurriedly sentenced little Barty to be imprisoned in Azkaban.

When the truth comes out, old Barty realizes what a stupid person he really is.

That guilt made him desperate to make amends to little Barty.

He was ready to buy a broomstick.

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

The owner of the Quidditch shop immediately laughed and said, "What is the best broomstick?" Undoubtedly, of course, fire bolts. ”

The boss took Old Barty to the display case, where the fire bolts were lying quietly.

"For professional racing use, the performance is superior." The boss introduced it vividly.

Old Barty looked at the price, and his face turned pale

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It's worth a year's salary.

The answer was the thought of repairing the father-son relationship, and he gritted his teeth and bought it.

It's just that he forgot one thing.

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

Thoughtful old Barty takes a broomstick to the Tumble Garden.

Little Barty works as a gardener here, occasionally appearing at the Silver Hand Manor.

As if accustomed to planting flowers, Barty Jr. put the seeds into the dirt with a blank face.

When he saw old Barty coming, he ignored it and walked to another place with the bucket.

"Son."

Old Barty stopped talking, and when he thought 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 lightly, "I don't like it now." ”

This answer is very sad.

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

"Do you remember what you said?" Barty Jr. walked over to Barty Sr., "Your son is dead. ”

"Son." Old Barty put down his broomstick, and he 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 you the most? ”

"It's the way you speak," Barty said to himself, "you never feel like you're wrong, you just don't want the last of the Crouch family to be gone." ”

Old Barty's face darkened, and he said, "I don't have ......."

"When I was a kid."

Little Barty looked at Old Barty's vicissitudes of life and said, "I have been working hard according to your instructions."

Study, strive to become better, hope in exchange for your right eyes, your pride. ”

"But I've never heard a good word from your mouth, my excellence deserves it, if it's not good, it's because I don't work hard enough."

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

Little Barty looked old Barty in the eye and said in a firm tone, "I can't do this." ”

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

He had too many things to say that he had always been proud of little Barty, but he couldn't.

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