Hogwarts' new house

The wizards did not dare to curse outright, but they already greeted the ancestors of the person who asked the question in their hearts.

"Please make three midwifery potions with different uses."

"Please make three different levels of whitening and skin care elixirs."

"Please make three infertility treatments with different ingredients."

Damn it, the wizard needs midwifery medicine and he really can't give birth. You think the rapid shrinking spell is just a joke. The hybrid baby with the giant has never had dystocia, okay. Who is crazy to study this?

There is no witch who has reached the age of giving birth and still doesn't cast a shrinking spell to turn the baby into a small snake. The wizard shook his head wildly to drive this terrible thought out of his mind.

No matter what, wizards have never researched any midwifery potions.

As for the whitening and skin care of Merlin’s big toes, have you ever seen a wizard shop selling skin care products? Do you think witches are stupid Muggles? Wizards are not so superficial.

There is also the treatment of infertility. The wizards who participated in the assessment no longer know how to complain. With magical powers, even the reproductive isolation of different species is gone. Wizards and magical animals can give birth to offspring. How can it be infertile?

The thing that limits wizards' fertility is gold Galleons. It's not just the body, but it's a profit-making drug that is made at a low cost and sold at a high price. Who would bother with Wintervale's Galleons if they can actually do this?

The wizards in the potion examination room all looked outside. The guys searching for volunteers were progressing too slowly. The results of these three questions would not be ideal, and they could not understand the thinking of the person who asked the questions.

We should still follow the old path of pharmacists. After the volunteers are rescued, we should cook the rescue medicine as quickly as possible. If it is ready and useful first, we can pass. It shouldn't be difficult.

"What about the assessment of the Department of Magical Creatures Research?" asked Toad in the core ancient town of Sijiping. The water mirror technique currently used for testing and broadcasting is Eastern Earth magic. Toad doesn't know how to tinker with it, and only it can control it.

A water curtain quickly enlarged, reflecting the situation in the secluded forest. The assessment of the Professor of Magical Creatures was not in the Four Seasons Ping. The Four Seasons Ping could simulate the attack and defense of magical creatures, but could not simulate their true habits and psychological characteristics.

The best way to detect a magical creature professor is in the fantasy forest. The tree tunnel they stepped into was used by the toad to move space, and they would randomly land somewhere in the forest. If you can avoid, befriend or even tame magical animals within three days without using a wand, and then find a volunteer and return safely, you will be qualified.

The number of magical creatures professors this year has been fixed from the beginning, with a maximum of seven. You have to compete with your skills and luck. If you are lucky enough to be moved to the edge of the forest, and there happens to be an escaped volunteer next to you, you will make a lot of money.

The camera changes and quickly focuses on the volunteers. Several figures were busy in the forest.

"I'll wipe it." Gu Zhen's eyes widened.

The members of the Black Witch Coven and Karkaroff, who had been half-dead three days ago, actually became more alive again. A makeshift stone crucible in front of the witch Mandiroyu was boiling the potion.

The remaining few people scattered around to search for materials, and there was an even more outrageous one who hid behind a hill and secretly roasted a pheasant, and even arranged the chicken bones with a word starting with "F".

Ancient town:

You guys have gone too far. You are slapping me in the face.

"Toad, go and beat them one by one until they can't take care of themselves. You can do whatever you want with curses, black magic, and poisoning. To be a volunteer, you should have the consciousness of a volunteer. Come to Winter Valley for a trip."

Dumbledore looked at the water curtain with a smile, feeling a little lonely. Except for Karkaroff, the seven volunteers all attended Hogwarts. They were all naughty little wizards back then, but in the blink of an eye they did The robber.

It cannot be said that Hogwarts' education failed, but Dumbledore did feel uncomfortable.

Feel the fluctuations of space and magic power when the toad leaves. Dumbledore slowly closed his eyes. Beat the doll if it disobeys. Just give it a good beating.

Otherwise, I might consider taking Filch's advice this time and resume a little corporal punishment, like whipping.

Dumbledore took a deep breath to calm down, but he heard a voice from the ancient town next to him: "Barty Crouch, damn, why is this grandson hiding in Winter Valley when he's not at home? Are you going to cause trouble?"

Dumbledore suddenly opened his eyes, and looked directly at the water curtain with gleaming eyes. In the water curtain, the first wizard to kidnap the ancient town, the guy who seemed to be named Calvin, sneaked away from the activities of the Dark Witch Guild. Several flickers appeared on the east side of the Phantom Wood.

There is an ancient altar on the east side of the forest. The vines are entangled on the altar. Under the altar, little Barty Crouch sticks out his tongue and licks his lips quickly, groping the altar back and forth, his eyes radiating a greedy light.

It was like seeing a peerless beauty.

"Sivir!" The ancient town shouted. Sivir had left the core of Sijiping and went to take charge of the magic test in person. There was no water curtain mapping in the magic test area, so he didn't know what kind of test was going on inside.

A shadow condensed reality from illusion, and Sivir appeared beside the ancient town with a slight frown.

"Watch it." Gu Zhen pointed at Barty Crouch Jr. in the water curtain: "As long as that grandson dares to release the Dark Mark, hang him up and whip him if he doesn't want to, whip him now."

The eyes of the entire wizarding world were focused on the professor qualification assessment in Winter Valley. At this time, a Dark Mark appeared in Winter Valley, and even jumping into the Atlantic Ocean could not clear it away.

Guzhen's face turned dark. Later, I borrowed the black crystal from Sivir and threw it in the toilet to soak in. The half-dead man would not come back to cause trouble for me.

Dumbledore frowned: "Barty Crouch Jr. should have died in Azkaban, why is he here?"

"You're not dead," Guzhen casually replied, reaching out to Sivir. Sivir glanced at him, slightly grabbed his hand, and felt like he was being hung upside down and being swung around in a circle.

Disapparate.

With a snap, the two men appeared above the altar. Guzhen kicked the golden cup that Barty Crouch Jr. had just taken out of his arms and flew it out.

Dumbledore appeared, and his face darkened as he looked at the golden cup.

Although he couldn't tell what it was for a while, the evil aura emanating from the golden cup made him feel bad, especially the familiarity of this aura, which belonged to Voldemort.

Without saying a word, Gu Zhen raised his hand and a bolt of lightning struck the golden cup. There was a loud crackling sound and the golden cup made a harsh wailing sound.

"Horcrux" Dumbledore's expression became even more gloomy.

Sure enough, it was this thing. His lightning was not powerful enough to break the Horcrux, but Voldemort's soul hiding inside felt uncomfortable even if the lightning struck it.

Guzhen's eyes were like daggers piercing Barty Crouch Jr.

Little Barty didn't even look at the ancient town. He licked his lips and looked directly at Dumbledore: "Hey, I didn't expect that my professor didn't expect that I am still alive."

Then, he looked at the ancient town and smiled more unscrupulously: "Your winter valley is going to belong to the owner, hehehehe."

Gu Zhen's face turned dark: "Boy, your mother risked her life to get you out of Azkaban, so you come to Winter Valley to seek death. Is it because old Barty can't master the Imperius Curse or because Shining can't help you?"

Little Barty's evil smile instantly froze on his face.