I wield a sword at Hogwarts

Talk about power.

He is the biggest one.

Four of the twenty-eight sacred tribes 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, go out. If you want to come in, you have to show sincerity."

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

…

Upset garden.

Little Barty picked up the "Daily Prophet" that others had thrown away and looked at the election information on it. He paused and turned around.

Old Batty stood in the garden with a gift box.

His eyes dropped and he saw his photo.

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

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

"Son." Old Barty hurriedly caught up, "Lemon Olaf, do you remember it? It was your favorite when you were a child."

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

Little Barty stopped, looked at old Barty with gray temples, and said expressionlessly: "Are you running this election to let people see that you are a loving father?"

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

"Crouch, who pursues power," Barty Jr. said coldly, "will never be hindered by family ties."

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

Yes, Old Barty's son is not some hero who stays undercover with Voldemort.

He is a real Death Eater and was sent to Azkaban as a shame by the Crouch family.

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

In his view, he is just the old Batty washing away the stains of the past and preparing for future campaigns.

The father of a hero is far more likely to get votes than the father of a criminal, isn't it?

Old Barty opened his mouth and finally closed it.

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

The most successful Minister of Magic in the past century was just a terrible father.

Old Barty came to the door, carefully put down the Lemon Olaf before leaving.

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

Little Barty stood behind the door. He knew that Old Barty had left.

He looked back at the mirror in the room.

Although he repeatedly denied it, he looked very similar to Old Batty.

The stubble made him look gaunt.

Staring at the face that looked similar to old Batty, he punched the mirror in anger and smashed it.

Debris cut into his fist and blood dripped to the ground.

"I hate you, father."

…

Chapter 612 Fermentation, the potential of divine guards

The discussion brought about by the paper has no intention of stopping, and is still fermenting, allowing more people to participate.

The number of werewolf advocates started out small, but as time went on, the number grew.

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

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

Someone was interviewed and she was once rescued by a werewolf.

Another spoke of his experience in a werewolf community, which was far friendlier than other wizarding gatherings.

One after another, people began to shake the image of werewolves in their hearts.

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

These were the words of a former Auror that resonated with many.

Why do they hate werewolves?

Is it because of their murderous nature, or because of their monster appearance?

Don't forget, those werewolves were victims too.

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

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

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

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

Emotional people shed tears over werewolf encounters.

Another pure-blood family spoke out, blaming the origin of werewolves on their own.

Nowadays, werewolves are subject to discrimination. It is conceivable that in that era before the birth of wolfsbane potion, they were hunted and driven away like wild beasts.

February comes.

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

John divided the Protoss Guards into various groups and stayed in various environments.

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

First, in the rugged rocky area, the Star Spirit Guards developed powerful rock climbing abilities and became even more powerful.

The protoss in the ocean area has the ability to control water flow, and has the ability to withstand pressure and the speed to move freely in the water.

Forest areas have the ability to heal quickly, and their absorption of starlight makes them more flexible at night.

The most eye-catching thing is the Star Spirit Guards in Dragon Valley. They have the strongest guard qualities in each region and are more proficient in the application of magic.

"Being with something powerful makes you stronger?"

John watched as Hector transformed into a divine guard. The two horns above his head condensed light balls and turned into a laser that penetrated the stone wall.

Helmer ran quickly along the wall, jumped up, and his hands turned into wings that shone with cold light.

Hector is more of a warrior, and its attack power is the most powerful among all divine guards.

Helmer has a unique ability to change and is very flexible, more like an ever-changing ranger.

The two divine guards attacked each other, with Hector standing on the ground and his big horns continuously firing lasers.

Helmer dodged in the sky, occasionally shooting a ball of light that fell down and stirred up a cloud of smoke.

Hector jumped up from the smoke and hit the mountain wall like a cannonball. He climbed up quickly with his hands and feet, knocked off a rock and threw it at Helmer.

Helmer, who was unable to dodge, flapped his wings, cutting the rock with his blade-like wings.

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

A huge roar caused the wind pressure to surge.

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

John waved his hand to separate the two divine guards.

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

The separated divine guards turned back into the stars, and Helmer secretly stretched out his foot to trip Hector, making Hector so angry that he chased Helmer behind.

"Over time, they develop capabilities."

John rubbed his chin and glanced to the other side.

The protoss named Xiaolong had his hands on his hips and looked down upon the other protoss.

It needs to be mentioned that Xiaolong is the least popular among the divine guards, but at the same time it has excellent defense.

Not even Hector's Star Flash crit could bring him down.

The so-called star flash is the attack shot by the great horn of the divine guard.

The attack is similar to a laser, with explosive and shattering magic attached.

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

This is also the secret that allows it to remain unharmed despite being wildly taunted by the protoss.

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

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

This is exactly the same as Malfoy.

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

This is not a bad thing. The stronger one determines the upper limit of the Star Spirit Guard.

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

And because of the different evolutionary qualities, this race can be full of diversity and have terrifying potential.

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

"If you can reproduce, you can even arm the entire magical world."

A strange feeling 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 put down this idea. He hadn't reached that time yet.

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

Tang Mi wrote a letter.

Basil delivered the letter to the door of Star Club.

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

"Is it difficult for even Star Disciples to get in?" John frowned.

This Polish Minister of Magic is extraordinary and has made the entire Polish wizarding world his fans.

It is not surprising that the Saint of Grindelwald appears in Poland.

In other words, it would be more strange not to show up.

Grindelwald died in Poland.

How those crazy guys will retaliate, which is why Grimm, the director of Poland's Department of Magical Law Enforcement, disapproves of Inge's arrest.

As long as Grindelwald is in Poland, those crazy guys will continue to move forward and become a kind of terrorist attack.

How can the originally fragile magical society survive?

But the Polish Minister of Magic seemed to be very resourceful. After entering Poland, those saints were either dormant or captured, and there was no news about them all.

But no one would think that those saints were drinking tea in a friendly manner when they entered Poland.

An invisible storm was brewing in that troubled place.

John was even more suspicious of it.

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

"He seems a little less ambitious."