I wield a sword at Hogwarts

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

Hagrid returned the divine guard, and when they heard tapping on the window, they turned to look.

A snowy owl was tapping the window dissatisfiedly outside, and Hagrid subconsciously covered his beard when he saw it.

"It's Basil." John opened the window, and Basil flew in, patted the divine guard down and stood on John's shoulder.

The divine guard shook his head dazedly, and Basil handed a letter to John.

After opening it and taking a look, John had surprise written on his face.

"Why does old Buddy ask me for reference when buying gifts?"

The letter was from old Batty.

The poor owl that delivered the message was probably thrown away by Basil.

Old Barty wanted a gift that young people would like, and thought about it to find John.

Because John was young enough and a son.

John also had some difficulties with this.

After all, he didn't know what kind of gift was suitable for young people.

After thinking about the young people around him, he felt that he might as well come up with his own ideas.

“I think young people would like something cool.”

John returned to the dormitory to send a reply to Old Barty.

When handing the letter to Basil, John warned him again and again.

"Don't shoot the Crouch owls, and don't shoot the Ministry owls."

After feeding three small dried fish to Basil, John asked him to deliver the message.

…

Old Batty has been busy with a lot of things recently.

He was the Minister of Magic, and because he was busy with the International Federation of Wizards, he had to take time to check on Grindelwald in Poland.

I don’t know when it started, but some people in the International Federation of Wizards have pinned their hopes on Old Barty.

Hopefully he will come up with a plan to deal with Grindelwald just like he did with Voldemort.

It's even more 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 bookmakers with the most chips.

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

So after Grindelwald appeared in Poland, he was on the sidelines.

Now, he has obtained the position he originally pursued.

But those who belong to the Crouch family still regard him as an enemy.

"Cool stuff?"

Old Barty was sitting in the Minister of Magic's office, somewhat confused by John's words.

He didn't know much about young people's tastes. If he wanted to be cool, he thought of flying broomsticks.

"I remember he used to like Quidditch too."

Only then did Old Barty realize that his preference for his son was so vague.

What he once took for granted is now something he regrets.

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

After the truth came out, Old Barty realized how stupid he really was.

That guilt made him eager to make amends to Barty Jr.

He is going to buy a broomstick.

Walking to the Quidditch boutique, he asked, "What broomstick is the best."

The owner of the Quidditch shop immediately smiled and said: "Which broomstick is the best? Without a doubt, the Firebolt."

The boss took Old Batty to the display cabinet, where lay the Firebolt quietly.

"It is used in professional events and has superior performance." The boss introduced vividly.

When Old Batty looked at the price, his face turned pale.

This thing is worth his year's salary.

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

It's just that he forgot one thing.

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

An ill-advised Barty Sr. takes his broomstick to the Knockturn Garden.

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

As if he was used to growing flowers, little Barty put the flower seeds into the soil with an expressionless expression.

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

"son."

Old Barty hesitated to speak. Thinking 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 calmly: "I don't like it now."

This answer is very sad.

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

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

"Son." Old Barty put down his broomstick and 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 the most about you?"

"It's the way you said it," Barty Jr. said to himself. "You never feel that you are wrong. You just don't want the last bloodline of the Crouch family to be gone."

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

"When i was young."

Little Barty looked at Old Barty's vicissitudes of life and said, "I have been following your instructions, studying hard, and trying to become better. I hope to gain your respect 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 don't work hard enough."

"What you want is not a son, but an obedient tool, a good boy who will be obedient to you."

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

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

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

…

Chapter 594 Hannah’s regret, Daphne’s results

Christmas is approaching.

Professor McGonagall asked the students to fill out this year's Christmas sleepover form.

As the weather gets colder, people wrap themselves up in scarves. Slytherin's green scarf can always give people a cold feeling on snowy days.

On the other hand, Gryffindor's red scarf is like a flame, making people feel warm.

The biting cabbage died down over the winter, and Neville no longer had to keep watch over it.

This made Hannah feel a little disappointed.

Two people have a date under an oak tree.

"I can't cook for you anymore." Hannah was full of regret.

Neville wondered: "Why?"

"Because you will eat in the auditorium, you don't need me to cook."

"No," Neville shook his head and said, "I like the food you cook, and I can eat more of it."

Hannah was embarrassed by these words of love. She stretched out her finger and said to Neville: "Then we have an agreement that you will have to eat the food I cook in the future."

Neville looked away in shock and said, "I promise you."

The two people's fingers touched together and they made an oath.

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

Malfoy walked in and said excitedly: "Today's meal was really good."

He sat down and eagerly searched for which dish the flavor came from.

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

At the end, he stopped and stared at the unusual lunch box.

Looking up again and looking around, he was already sitting at the Gryffindor table, next to a stunned Ron Weasley.

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

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

Neville was a little embarrassed, guarding his lunch box and saying cautiously, "I brought this myself."

"Tsk, who cares?"

Malfoy said sourly, not taking his eyes off Neville's lunch box for a moment.

Don't talk about him anymore, Ron was almost drooling.

"Look, John."

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

Before his fork touched the stew in the lunch box, he was caught by Neville's big hand, and he was then thrown back to the Slytherin table by his collar.

Malfoy looked suspicious of life.

"No, why do I feel like Neville is progressing a little too fast these days?"

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

But he's not perverted to this extent.

Just now, he was carrying it with one hand and throwing it away.

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 size and height were also growing visibly.

In the past, Neville's conservative estimate was 1.8 meters, but now he is estimated to have exceeded 1.9 meters.

"Hmm."

There was a proud laugh from the side, and John looked over and saw Daphne holding a box mysteriously.

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

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

She thought John would praise her, but she didn't expect John to have a complicated look on his face and said, "Just play your part normally, don't force it."

Daphne: "?" What does normal performance mean?

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

Malfoy, who said this, was hanging upside down in the hall, thinking, didn't he and John mean the same thing?

Why are you hanging here?