I swung a sword at Hogwarts

Talking about power.

He is the biggest one.

Four of the Sacred Twenty-Eight Clans are enough to influence the entire alliance.

The Silver Hand Alliance is no worse than the Twenty-Eight Sacred Clans.

"If you don't obey, get out. If you want to come in, you must show your sincerity."

John watched as the black and white owls flew out of Hogwarts.

...

Overturn the garden.

Little Barty picked up the Daily Prophet that someone had thrown away and read the information about the election on it. He paused and turned to look over.

Old Batty stood in the garden with a gift box.

He lowered his gaze and saw his own picture.

The next second, the newspaper was thrown into the trash can.

Little Batty walked away as if he hadn't seen him.

"Son." Old Batty hurriedly chased after him, "Lemon Sherbet, do you remember? It was your favorite when you were a child."

He walked quickly to little Barty and said, "Every time you pass by an ice cream shop, you beg your mother to buy it for you."

Young Batty stopped and looked at the gray-haired old Batty, and said expressionlessly: "Are you running for election this time to let people see that you are a kind father?"

"No, no, no," Old Batty murmured hoarsely, "I just... want to be a father."

"Crouch, who pursues power," said Barty Jr. coldly, "is never hindered by family affection."

"A heroic son, that's what you want." Little Batty said, "And I have never been one. You should know that these are just fake."

Yeah, old Barty's son wasn't some undercover hero working for Voldemort.

He was a true Death Eater and was sent to Azkaban as a disgrace by the Crouch family.

"War hero?" Barty Jr. laughed at himself. "The light of power, Minister Crouch."

In his mind, he was just Old Batty washing away the stains of the past and preparing for future elections.

A heroic father is much more likely to get votes than a criminal father, isn't it?

Old Batty opened his mouth and finally closed it.

Little Barty returned to the cabin. He glanced at the Minister of Magic outside the door and closed it.

The most successful Minister of Magic in nearly a hundred years is just a terrible father.

Old Batty came to the door, carefully put Lemon Sherbet down and left.

He doesn't look like a distinguished minister at all.

Little Batty stood behind the door and he knew that old Batty had left.

He looked back at the mirror in the room.

Despite his denials, he looks a lot like Batty Sr.

His stubble made him look gaunt.

Staring at the face that looked like old Batty, he angrily punched the mirror and broke it.

The fragments cut his fist and blood dripped onto the ground.

"I hate you, father."

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Chapter 612: Fermentation, the Potential of the Divine Guard

The discussion brought about by the paper shows no sign of stopping and is still fermenting, attracting more people to participate.

Those who spoke up for werewolves were few in number at first, but as time went on, their numbers grew.

The werewolf community now does not reject the entry of wizards, and many people see the friendliness of werewolves.

Their cruelty is not their nature, but is brought about by the curse.

Someone was interviewed and said that she was once saved by a werewolf.

Others spoke of their experiences in werewolf communities, which were far friendlier than other wizarding communities.

One incident after another began to shake people's image of werewolves.

"Werewolves don't kill nearly as many people as wizards do."

These words, uttered by a former Auror, resonated with many people.

Why do they hate werewolves?

Is it because of their murderous nature or because of their monstrous appearance?

Don't forget, those werewolves are victims too.

No one wants to be like this, and they are kind and friendly wizards when they are sane.

Doing things that are more difficult than ordinary people, and getting only one-tenth of the salary.

They struggle to survive and have to face the malice of this world.

In fact, they are the ones who deserve the most care.

Sentimental people shed tears over the werewolf's encounter.

Another pure-blood family has spoken out, attributing the origin of werewolves to being helpless.

Werewolves today suffer from discrimination. It is conceivable that in the era before the invention of wolfsbane potion, they were hunted and expelled like wild beasts.

February is here.

The Star Spirit Guards have not stopped training during this period of time.

John divided the Protoss Guards into various groups and placed them in various different environments.

As the environment changes, the Star Guards also undergo different changes as they grow.

First, in the rugged rocky areas, the Star Guards developed powerful rock climbing abilities and became even stronger.

The Protoss in the ocean zone have the ability to control water flows, and have the ability to withstand pressure and move freely in water.

The forest zone has the ability to heal quickly, and the absorption of starlight allows them to be more flexible at night.

The most eye-catching are the Star Guards in Dragon Valley, who have the strongest qualities among all regions and are more proficient in the application of magic.

"Being with something powerful makes it stronger?"

John watched as Hector transformed into a divine guard, the double horns on his head condensed into a ball of light, which turned into a laser that penetrated the stone wall.

Helme ran quickly along the wall, jumped up, and his hands turned into wings shining with cold light.

Hector is more like a warrior, and his attack power is the strongest among all the divine guards.

Herme has a unique ability to change and is very maneuverable, making him more like a versatile ranger.

The two divine guards attacked each other, and Hector stood on the ground, continuously firing lasers from his big horn.

Herme dodged in the sky, occasionally shooting out a ball of light that fell down and stirred up a cloud of dust.

Hector leaped up from the smoke and dust, hitting the mountain wall like a cannonball, climbing quickly with his hands and feet, knocking off a rock and throwing it at Hermo.

Unable to dodge, Helmer flapped his wings, and his blade-like wings cut through the rock.

Hector jumped from the stone wall and smashed Hermo into the ground along with the stone.

The huge roar caused the wind pressure to rush.

Herme was lying on the ground, and Hector's fist was blocked by an armor spell.

John waved his hand, separating the two divine guards.

"These two followed me, so they have some of my shadow in them."

The separated divine guards turned back into star spirits. Herme secretly stretched out his foot and tripped Hector, making Hector so angry that he chased after Herme.

"Over time, they will evolve to have the appropriate capabilities."

John stroked his chin and glanced to the other side.

The star spirit named Xiaolong stood with his hands on his hips, looking down on the other star spirits.

It should be mentioned that the little dragon is the least popular among the many divine guards, but at the same time it has excellent defensive power.

Even Hector's Star Flash Critical Attack couldn't bring it down.

The so-called Star Flash is the attack shot out by the Divine Guard Big Horn.

That attack was similar to a laser, with explosion and crushing magic attached.

The difference of the little dragon is that it can transform the attacking magic into a shield similar to a barrier.

This is also the secret of how it can remain unharmed despite the mad mockery among the Protoss.

"I think you should stay with Draco." John said to Xiaolong.

Xiaolong would only be obedient when facing his creator, and would attract hatred at other times.

This is exactly the same as Malfoy.

John sent some information about the Star Spirits to the two branches via letters.

This is not a bad thing. The stronger the person, the higher the upper limit of the Star Spirit Guard.

Theoretically speaking, by following John, the Star Spirit Guards can grow into a group of guards with level 6 or even level 7 magic power.

And because of the various different evolutionary possibilities, this race is full of diversity and has terrible potential.

The only question now is whether the Protoss Guards have the ability to reproduce.

"If it is possible to reproduce, we can even arm the entire magical world."

A sense of strangeness arose in John's heart. If that was the case, then the entire magical world was under John's control.

He shook his head and let go of the idea. He was not at that stage yet.

The protection of the Star Guards needs to sprout everywhere in the Silver Hand.

Tang Mi wrote a letter.

Basil delivered the letter to the door of the Star Society.

John opened the letter, which was about the Star Disciple investigation.

"Even the Star Disciples have a hard time getting in?" John frowned.

This Polish Minister of Magic is not ordinary, and the entire Polish magic world has become his supporter.

It's not surprising that Grindelwald's saint appeared in Poland.

Or rather, it would be even stranger if it didn't show up.

Their beliefs, Grindelwald died in Poland.

How those crazy guys would retaliate? This was why Grimm, the head of the Polish Department of Magical Law Enforcement, disapproved of Ing's arrest.

As long as Grindelwald is in Poland, those crazy guys will continue to follow, becoming a terrorist attack.

How can the already fragile magical society withstand this?

But the Polish Minister of Magic seemed to have a solution. After entering Poland, those saints either lay dormant or were captured, and no news of them was ever heard from again.

But no one would think that the saints were having friendly tea when they entered Poland.

An invisible storm was brewing in that troubled place.

This made John even more suspicious.

"Old Batty?" John raised his eyebrows when he saw another thing Tang Mi mentioned. "Young Batty still hasn't let go of his hatred for him."

"He seems to have lost some of his ambition."