I swung a sword at Hogwarts

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

Hagrid returned the guard and they heard someone knocking on the window and turned to look.

A snowy owl was outside, beating at the window in dissatisfaction. Hagrid instinctively 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 dizzily, and Basil handed a letter to John.

After opening it and taking a look, John's face was filled with surprise.

"Why did old Barty ask me for advice when buying a gift?"

The letter was from old Batty.

I guess Basil didn't know where the poor owl that delivered the letter had been thrown away.

Old Batty wanted a gift that young people would like, so he thought about it and found John.

Because John was young enough and was a son.

John was also a little troubled by 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 would be better for him to come up with ideas himself.

“I think young people would like something cool.”

John returned to his dormitory and sent a reply to old Batty.

John reminded Basil again and again when handing the letter to him.

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

John fed Basil three dried fish and asked him to deliver the letter.

...

Old Batty has been very busy lately.

He was the Minister of Magic, and because he was busy with the affairs of the International Confederation of Wizards, he also had to find time to check on Grindelwald's movements in Poland.

No one knew when it started, but some people in the International Confederation of Wizards placed their hopes on old Batty.

Hopefully he'll come up with a plan to deal with Grindelwald like he did with Voldemort.

It is also 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 dealers with the most chips.

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

So after Grindelwald showed up in Poland, he stayed on the sidelines.

Now he has obtained the position he had been pursuing.

However, the bloodline belonging to the Crouch family still regards him as an enemy.

"Cool stuff?"

Old Barty sat in the Minister of Magic's office, somewhat confused by what John said.

He didn't know much about the tastes of young people, so if he wanted to say something cool, he thought of a flying broomstick.

"I remember he used to like Quidditch too."

Only then did old Batty realize that he was so vague about his son's preferences.

Things that he once took for granted now become things he regrets.

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

When the truth came out, old Batty realized how stupid he was.

The guilt made him eager to compensate Batty Jr.

He was going to buy a broomstick.

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

The Quidditch shop owner immediately smiled and said, "What's the best broom? Without a doubt, the Firebolt."

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

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

When old Batty saw the price, his face turned pale.

This thing is worth his annual salary.

The answer is that he gritted his teeth and bought it in order to repair the relationship between father and son.

But he forgot one thing.

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

The ill-considered old Barty heads to Tumble Gardens with his broomstick.

Little Barty works as a gardener here and occasionally appears at Silverhand Manor.

As if he was already used to planting flowers, little Batty put the seeds into the soil with an expressionless face.

Seeing old Batty coming, he ignored him and walked to another place with the bucket.

"son."

Old Barty was about to say something, but then he thought of his gift, handed over the broom and said, "I remember you used to like Quidditch."

Little Barty glanced at the broomstick-like object and said calmly, "I don't like it now."

This answer is very sad.

Old Batty was silent for a moment, then said, "You can go back to the Crouchs' if you want."

"Do you remember what you said?" Little Batty walked over to Old Batty, "Your son is dead."

"Son," said old Barty, putting down his broomstick. "What do you want me to do to forgive me?"

Little Batty stopped walking, looked back at Old Batty, and said in a mocking tone: "Do you know what I can't stand most about you?"

"That's the way you talk," Little Barty said to himself, "You never think you're wrong. You just don't want the last bloodline of the Crouch family to disappear."

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

"When I was a kid."

Little Batty looked at Old Batty's weathered face and said, "I have been following your instructions, studying hard, and trying to become better, hoping to win your attention 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 did not work hard enough."

"What you want is not a son, but an obedient tool, a good child who obeys you in everything."

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

Old Batty opened his mouth, but finally looked at his son dejectedly as he walked away.

He had so many things to say, and wanted to say that he had always been proud of little Batty, but he couldn't say them.

...

Chapter 594 Hannah's Regret, Daphne's Achievements

Christmas is approaching.

Professor McGonagall asked the students to fill in the Christmas sleepover form for this year.

The gradually colder weather makes people wrap themselves in scarves. Slytherin's green scarf always gives people a chilly feeling on snowy days.

In contrast, Gryffindor's red scarf is like a flame, making people feel warm.

The biting kale died down in the winter, and Neville finally didn't have to keep guarding there.

This made Hannah feel a little disappointed.

Two people are dating under an oak tree.

"I won't be able to cook for you anymore." Hannah said with regret.

Neville asked in confusion, "Why?"

"Because you will eat in the auditorium, I won't have to cook."

"No," Neville said, shaking his head, "I like your cooking, I can eat more."

Hannah was embarrassed by this love talk, so she pointed her finger at Neville and said, "Let's make a deal. You have to eat the food I cook in the future."

Neville turned his head away somewhat embarrassedly and said, "I promise you."

The two people touched their fingers together and made a pinky promise.

On the second day, a fragrance wafted through the auditorium.

Malfoy walked in and said excitedly, "Today's meal is much better."

He sat down and couldn't wait to find out which dish the smell came from.

Following the smell, his butt kept moving on the stool.

Finally, he stopped and stared at the unusual lunch box.

When he looked around again, he was already sitting at the Gryffindor table, next to him was a stunned Ron Weasley.

"What are you looking at!" Malfoy complained to Neville, "What is this and why does it smell so good?"

Not only him, many people were attracted by this smell.

Neville was a little embarrassed, protecting his lunch box and said vigilantly: "I brought this myself."

"Tch, who cares?"

Malfoy said sourly, his eyes never leaving Neville's lunch box.

Not to mention him, Ron was almost drooling.

"Look, John."

Malfoy exclaimed, Neville turned his head, and he struck with lightning speed.

Before his fork touched the stew in the lunch box, Neville grabbed him with his big hand, grabbed his collar and threw him back to the Slytherin table.

Malfoy looked doubtful about his life.

"No, why do I feel like Neville is making rapid progress these days?"

Malfoy admitted that Neville was very strong, and in terms of physical combat alone, Neville was second only to John.

But it's not perverted to this extent.

Not only did his feint to the east and attack to the west fail, but he was also picked up and thrown out with one hand.

John also felt that Neville seemed to have changed a lot, so he said that the Longbottom family had contacted the clothing store again to prepare new clothes.

Neville's physique and height were also growing visibly.

In the past, Neville was conservatively estimated to be 1.8 meters tall, but now it is estimated to be over 1.9 meters tall.

"Humph."

Hearing a smug laugh from the side, John looked over and saw Daphne holding a box mysteriously.

He looked strange and asked curiously, "Daphne, what's wrong?"

"In fact, I've prepared something for you as well," Daphne said confidently, "something even more delicious than Neville's lunch box."

She thought John would praise her, but unexpectedly John had a complicated expression and said, "Just play your best, don't force it."

Daphne: “?” What do you mean by normal performance?

Even Malfoy nodded in approval and said solemnly, "Don't force yourself. There is no happiness in forcing yourself."

Malfoy, who said this, hung upside down in the hallway, wondering if what he and John said were the same thing?

Why am I hung here?