I swung a sword at Hogwarts

Malfoy was about to have a brain congestion.

Two giant fools who were like giant monsters, constantly challenging his tolerance.

"If you can't go to training because you failed, I will definitely throw you out."

Malfoy exuded a cool aura that made Goyle and Crabbe behave in a timid manner.

There was no way out; they had been given an ultimatum.

It was Snape who said that he couldn't tolerate such an idiot in Slytherin.

The seventh grade test was so bad it was like two deformed trolls were in school.

After Theodore left, the task of teaching the troll fell on Malfoy.

Because of his status, Theodore was often the one who was laughed at when he taught the two.

But now it’s Malfoy, who will start fighting if there is a disagreement.

At least the left side of Gore's butt looked much bigger than the right side.

Malfoy also has a curse that he really uses.

The low pressure on Malfoy during those days made Blaise afraid to get close.

John hasn't shown up these past few days.

Neville saw John several times in the Star Society, where he was studying the Aspects.

Compared to the troubles of tutoring for Slytherins, Gryffindors are full of enthusiasm for tutoring.

"Dumbledore taught you personally?" Ron Weasley exclaimed.

Hermione patted him hastily, asking him to keep his voice down.

Ron also realized his own stupidity. He lowered his voice and asked, "What's going on? You were away these few days. Did you stay with Dumbledore?"

"Not only Dumbledore," Harry responded, looking around, "but also Sirius and the others."

"Isn't Voldemort dead?" Hermione asked puzzledly, "Why are they suddenly training you?"

Harry said, "Dumbledore asked me about Grindelwald. I think they think Grindelwald is not dead."

"Impossible, it's all in the newspaper." Hermione retorted subconsciously.

"Some things can't be confined to the newspapers." Harry complained, "The newspapers used to say that I was a little liar who lacked care."

"Okay." Hermione thought that made sense.

"But if Grindelwald didn't die, then who did the Polish Minister of Magic kill?" Ron asked.

This left Harry with no answer. He only heard Dumbledore's thoughts about Grindelwald's survival, but he was not clear about these things.

However, Ron still envied the fact that Harry was taught by Dumbledore.

"That's great, Dumbledore is the greatest wizard in the world." He said enviously.

"Dumbledore didn't teach me all the time," Harry said, shaking his head, "Snape was my Occlumency teacher yesterday."

"Snape?" Ron immediately stopped being envious and said sympathetically, "Then you're in trouble."

They never had a good impression of Snape, a harsh person.

Harry was also very depressed when he thought about that class.

He would rather not learn this magic than be with Snape.

Even though we know Snape is not a Death Eater, he is still annoying.

"Don't think too much, we still have to prepare for the match with Ravenclaw."

Last year, Katie Bell graduated and left, and the vacant Chaser position was taken over by Ron.

He rubbed his hands and said: "We are going to win the championship this year."

The victory over Hufflepuff rekindled their fighting spirit. As long as they beat Ravenclaw, they would only have to face Slytherin for the final battle.

Harry also put aside his tutoring and prepared to get himself into the best condition to win the game.

Hermione wasn't on the team, so she had to cheer them on.

At this time an owl appeared and dropped a newspaper.

Hermione picked it up and looked at it.

Five Aurors Missing

In the image, old Batty looks gloomy.

There was no news from the Aurors who went to Poland, which made some people discover something was wrong.

Aurors are an important force of the Ministry of Magic. The disappearance of one is enough to attract attention, let alone the disappearance of five.

Old Batty's vigilance against Poland has reached a new level.

He made a decision.

...

Chapter 622: Old Batty's Grief, Confrontation

The British Minister of Magic goes to Poland for exchange

Barty Sr. heads to the Polish Ministry of Magic.

He chose to enter the place where his men disappeared one after another in a fair and honest manner.

It was welcomed by the Polish Minister for Magic, Inger Griffiths, and received high support from the Polish public.

Old Barty re-entered Poland, and he looked at the smile on the Polish wizard's face and he fell silent.

"Can a person really change?" he asked Pierce beside him.

Pierce shook his head and said, "Minister, they are just the embers before they go out."

Yes, so what about fanaticism.

Fanatical enthusiasm cannot change the current situation; hunger and poverty still surround this place.

Although the situation has not yet reached the point where people are starving to death, the days ahead will be even more desperate.

Pierce was a realist, so he had no sympathy for these visionaries.

Old Batty glanced at the collapsed building.

He walked over and lifted up a slab of stone.

The bodies inside have been moved.

"Welcome to Poland." Starr Rozier came over to greet them.

He glanced at the ruins and said calmly, "There are always people who want to murder our savior."

Old Batty paused after hearing this, and said calmly: "I hope this communication with your department will go smoothly."

"That's natural," Starr smiled, "We will ensure your safety."

Barty Sr. nodded and headed to the Ministry of Magic.

In the Ministry of Magic.

The Polish Minister of Magic casually lifted the body with his wand and asked calmly, "Dead."

Old Batty walked in and saw the floating corpse, his pupils contracted.

"Ah, Minister Crouch."

Griffith turned around and said, "You are very welcome. I hope you will be satisfied with this place."

Old Batty's eyes were fixed on the body behind Griffith, and for a moment he didn't even respond to the question.

Seeing this, Pierce took over the conversation and said, "I'm sorry, our minister has been traveling so long."

"It was my negligence." Griffith was not angry, but nodded very gracefully and politely.

"I think my office can be used by Minister Crouch to rest," he looked around and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, our Ministry of Magic was invaded not long ago."

"The intruder's body is here."

Griffith stepped aside, revealing the body.

Burns and blood marks were on the body.

Old Batty walked up and looked at the body.

"Lippi." He took a deep breath.

Yes, it's him.

His missing subordinate.

His body had been burned by the fire and the pressure from the heavy objects had almost disfigured him.

But he recognized the clothes; they were Lippi's clothes.

Old Batty looked back at the smiling Griffith and said, "If you don't mind, I would like to talk more about your department."

"Of course." Griffith nodded.

Starr, who followed in, walked over and waved his wand, and Lippi's body floated away behind him.

Old Batistuta looked back and saw Lippi died just like that, without a name or a surname.

"Pierce." Old Batty called out Pierce.

Pierce nodded in understanding and smiled at Griffith, "Minister Griffith, I would like to take a look around the Ministry of Magic."

"Go ahead." Griffith didn't seem scared.

Pierce walked into the Ministry of Magic and looked at the elevator that was destroyed by the explosion. He said, "What a pity."

Batty Sr. was invited to the minister's office.

As soon as he entered the office, Batty Sr. glanced at the windmill painting on the wall.

"I'm sorry, because of Grindelwald, many people want to attack me," Griffith said apologetically, "I have to be vigilant sometimes."

"understand."

When old Batty came in, he saw guards standing by nearby. He felt sad, but he needed to calm down and face the unfathomable Minister Griffith.

“Speaking of which, I am the one who should apologize.” Old Barty said, “The International Confederation of Wizards supported your department some time ago because of Grindelwald, but the things that happened later were so hasty that some personnel did not return to their country to report on their work.”

"Oh?" Griffith asked in surprise, "So there are still some people here?"

"I think so," said old Barty in a deep voice, "There were six Aurors in total. I don't think they caused any trouble for Minister Griffith."

"No, but I don't know where those six people are." Griffith smiled and said, "The 'remnants of Grindelwald' that have appeared these days have caused the Ministry of Magic to be in a state of panic."

The remnants of Grindelwald?

I'm afraid it's the Aurors from the British Ministry of Magic?

In this matter, old Batty was in the wrong. He knew that the other party would not give in without any benefits.

The corpses deliberately displayed by the other party today were all meant to show their bargaining chips to old Batty.

"I have seen the damage to your ministry," said old Batty, "and I know a generous friend who owns a Silver Hand Style building who can surely help Minister Griffith."

He was willing to make a concession, and as he fixed his eyes on Griffith, he said, "I think as the Minister of Magic, Minister Griffith should have some news about my people."

"It occurred to me," Griffith said after a moment's reflection, "that someone had discovered a few strangers in one place."

"several?"

"Five."

Griffith smiled and said, "Five strangers, they should still be there now."

Old Batty took a deep breath and said, "The sixth one..."

"I'm sorry, I think my subordinates are not mistaken."

Griffith interrupted old Batty.