Chapter 606 The holiday is over, the social protoss
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Nan Shan Dou Xi
The Death of Grindelwald
The headline occupies the center of the Daily Prophet.
A name appeared in the public eye.
"Inge Griffiths?"
John stared at the newspaper. Last time he said that Grindelwald should be solved once and for all.
Didn't expect someone to actually do this.
"Grindelwald is dead?" He was full of doubts about this matter.
That person would die so easily?
The once all-powerful European Dark Lord died in a small country at the hands of a Minister of Magic?
John picked up the letter from Riddle, he glanced at the signature on the letter, it was from old Batty.
Like John, Barty Sr. was suspicious of Grindelwald's death.
"Lipi has verified that it is not a compound medicine."
John still trusts in Lippi's ability. People who can undercover under the Dark Lord's side always have some outstanding skills.
But if it's not compound medicine, what can pretend to be Grindelwald?
John pondered, "Grindelwald will not die so easily, the inside story is doubtful."
He was going to let the star disciples investigate.
Focusing on that photo, the man in the picture is standing under the stairs, confronting the representatives of various countries, which is quite different.
"Inge Griffiths." John said the name, an unknown one.
It can even be said that almost no one would have paid attention to the entire Polish magical world if it hadn't been for Grindelwald's visit.
"Dumbledore won't believe it either, so what will he do?"
John gave the letter to Riddle and told him to go to Johnny Silverhands.
He walked into the Star Club.
Entering the plain, he saw two fighting protoss guards.
Hector and Hermer.
Every time they collided, a gust of wind pressure would be swept across, and a group of protoss cheered with exclamation.
Next to Protoss is Silver John, shining with silver-white light.
John snapped his fingers, and the battle between the two divine guards stopped.
Then he changed back to Protoss and ran over.
After John's guidance and training, these protoss can finally switch to the divine guard state.
Dozens of protoss transformed at the same time, and a suffocating guard appeared.
This power will be John's most powerful guardian.
"You came."
Silver John spread out into light and merged into John's body.
"Now you are like an army."
Seeing that the divine guards lined up neatly, John smiled slightly.
He selected two of them and went to the French branch and the American branch respectively.
It's a security measure.
The chosen divine guard turned back into a protoss, jumping happily.
John said to the rest of the protoss: "When you grow up, you can go to various places to guard like them."
The protoss guards are very happy, and John gave them the meaning of protection when he created them.
So in their view, being able to go to other places to guard is the best thing.
The two protoss guards were sent to two branches by John.
In the American branch.
Nagini held the little protoss and greeted it with a smile.
"Hello."
"Bubbab." Protoss spoke in an incomprehensible language.
John shrugged. "It's saying hello."
"You understand?"
"Of course," John chuckled, "I made them."
"You are fascinating as always," Nagini said.
"Where's Credence?"
"He's out there," Nagini said to John with a happy smile on his face, "I appreciate it."
"We don't need these."
John waved his hand and said with a smile, "Take care of this place for me."
"I will, my king."
John left when he delivered the Protoss to the French branch.
It's very lively there.
"They celebrated Grindelwald's death," King said. "I heard that Grindelwald destroyed the Pere Lachaise cemetery in Paris before, and there were many family tombs in it."
Hearing this, John said calmly, "That's really too much."
As if he wasn't the one who exploded while dragging Père Lachaise cemetery into it.
...
This holiday passed quickly in John's training and review.
Students return to school the day before the holidays end.
As soon as Daphne got back, she was looking around for Malfoy, that skunk kid.
The protoss she trains are well-behaved and have learned how to change guards.
Astoria also brought the Protoss Guards. For some reason, Neville's Protoss Guards looked stronger.
In the end, Malfoy was late.
He also knew that he might not be able to escape being settled by Daphne, so he came here last.
Just the protoss he trained...
John silently looked at the little guy who walked into the group of protoss with arrogant steps, and said something there. Dozens of protoss chased after that protoss.
"Is this the form of the object resembling the host?"
The mouth of the protoss who pulled the hatred did not stop for a moment, and kept saying something.
Even Hector, the calm protoss chosen by John, ran over to join the chase.
In the end, I really didn't run, and pulled the hatred protoss to become a god guard to scare my companions, only to see all my companions become god guards.
The scene changed from being chased by a group of glowing golden little guys to being chased by a group of murderous guards.
In the end, Shenwei was directly beaten back to the protoss state.
It was John who came to the rescue.
Once out of society, the protoss has become a social protoss.
"From now on, you will be called Xiaolong." John put the Protoss Xiaolong on the table, so as not to be beaten by other protoss.
Malfoy still did not escape the fate of being hung upside down.
Daphne stared at him fiercely, "I'm alone in Chelsea!"
Astoria is also guilty, after all, she took the initiative to release her sister.
But it was Malfoy who was injured.
Malfoy would rather die than surrender, and never begged for mercy from the beginning to the end.
It's definitely not because he was cast with a deadbolt to seal his throat.
At the back, John came over to dispel the man's magic.
Malfoy hugged John's thigh and wept bitterly.
"John, please help me."
"Sorry, I can't save you."
John rejected his unrealistic fantasies.
Malfoy said, "No, you can."
"I can?" John said inexplicably, "You don't have to provoke Daphne."
Malfoy hesitated to speak, what he wanted to say was not this, can't you liberate Slytherin?
John wanted to continue to improve the treatment plan for the blood curse, so he didn't have time to talk to him.
the next day.
John shows up in Principal Slughorn's office.
"John, this is a miracle." Slughorn exclaimed, looking at the papers. "You will be the best potions master in history."
"This solution has the potential to cure more blood curses."
"These have limitations," John said, shaking his head. "No one can do it except me."
"True, but that's enough for an Order of Merlin," said Slughorn. "You're too picky."
Picky?
John is not picky.
He glanced at the refined repair liquid, which was more effective than the medicine Daphne used last time, and could ensure that the healing speed could catch up with the wound speed.
"Heard Barty Crouch is promoting the Werewolf Equality Bill," Slughorn said. "If this can be successfully published, I guarantee it will be worthy of a first class medal."
Batty Sr. bringing up equality again?
John narrowed his eyes, and it is not impossible to publish it.
Although it's the blood curse, not the werewolf curse.
But it can also add credibility to what Barty Sr. did.
But before that, he needs to complete Astoria's treatment as soon as possible.
Given that Astoria's situation is different from Daphne's, maybe one day it will suddenly attack and cause her to lose her life.
Get things ready to move into the Club of Stars.
John finds Daphne.
"Are you going to start treatment?" Daphne asked worriedly, "Astoria will be fine, right?"
"She'll be fine," John nodded. "I promise."
"I believe you."
Daphne looked at her younger sister who was joking with Malfoy, she no longer cares about Malfoy anymore.
...
The headline occupies the center of the Daily Prophet.
A name appeared in the public eye.
"Inge Griffiths?"
John stared at the newspaper. Last time he said that Grindelwald should be solved once and for all.
Didn't expect someone to actually do this.
"Grindelwald is dead?" He was full of doubts about this matter.
That person would die so easily?
The once all-powerful European Dark Lord died in a small country at the hands of a Minister of Magic?
John picked up the letter from Riddle, he glanced at the signature on the letter, it was from old Batty.
Like John, Barty Sr. was suspicious of Grindelwald's death.
"Lipi has verified that it is not a compound medicine."
John still trusts in Lippi's ability. People who can undercover under the Dark Lord's side always have some outstanding skills.
But if it's not compound medicine, what can pretend to be Grindelwald?
John pondered, "Grindelwald will not die so easily, the inside story is doubtful."
He was going to let the star disciples investigate.
Focusing on that photo, the man in the picture is standing under the stairs, confronting the representatives of various countries, which is quite different.
"Inge Griffiths." John said the name, an unknown one.
It can even be said that almost no one would have paid attention to the entire Polish magical world if it hadn't been for Grindelwald's visit.
"Dumbledore won't believe it either, so what will he do?"
John gave the letter to Riddle and told him to go to Johnny Silverhands.
He walked into the Star Club.
Entering the plain, he saw two fighting protoss guards.
Hector and Hermer.
Every time they collided, a gust of wind pressure would be swept across, and a group of protoss cheered with exclamation.
Next to Protoss is Silver John, shining with silver-white light.
John snapped his fingers, and the battle between the two divine guards stopped.
Then he changed back to Protoss and ran over.
After John's guidance and training, these protoss can finally switch to the divine guard state.
Dozens of protoss transformed at the same time, and a suffocating guard appeared.
This power will be John's most powerful guardian.
"You came."
Silver John spread out into light and merged into John's body.
"Now you are like an army."
Seeing that the divine guards lined up neatly, John smiled slightly.
He selected two of them and went to the French branch and the American branch respectively.
It's a security measure.
The chosen divine guard turned back into a protoss, jumping happily.
John said to the rest of the protoss: "When you grow up, you can go to various places to guard like them."
The protoss guards are very happy, and John gave them the meaning of protection when he created them.
So in their view, being able to go to other places to guard is the best thing.
The two protoss guards were sent to two branches by John.
In the American branch.
Nagini held the little protoss and greeted it with a smile.
"Hello."
"Bubbab." Protoss spoke in an incomprehensible language.
John shrugged. "It's saying hello."
"You understand?"
"Of course," John chuckled, "I made them."
"You are fascinating as always," Nagini said.
"Where's Credence?"
"He's out there," Nagini said to John with a happy smile on his face, "I appreciate it."
"We don't need these."
John waved his hand and said with a smile, "Take care of this place for me."
"I will, my king."
John left when he delivered the Protoss to the French branch.
It's very lively there.
"They celebrated Grindelwald's death," King said. "I heard that Grindelwald destroyed the Pere Lachaise cemetery in Paris before, and there were many family tombs in it."
Hearing this, John said calmly, "That's really too much."
As if he wasn't the one who exploded while dragging Père Lachaise cemetery into it.
...
This holiday passed quickly in John's training and review.
Students return to school the day before the holidays end.
As soon as Daphne got back, she was looking around for Malfoy, that skunk kid.
The protoss she trains are well-behaved and have learned how to change guards.
Astoria also brought the Protoss Guards. For some reason, Neville's Protoss Guards looked stronger.
In the end, Malfoy was late.
He also knew that he might not be able to escape being settled by Daphne, so he came here last.
Just the protoss he trained...
John silently looked at the little guy who walked into the group of protoss with arrogant steps, and said something there. Dozens of protoss chased after that protoss.
"Is this the form of the object resembling the host?"
The mouth of the protoss who pulled the hatred did not stop for a moment, and kept saying something.
Even Hector, the calm protoss chosen by John, ran over to join the chase.
In the end, I really didn't run, and pulled the hatred protoss to become a god guard to scare my companions, only to see all my companions become god guards.
The scene changed from being chased by a group of glowing golden little guys to being chased by a group of murderous guards.
In the end, Shenwei was directly beaten back to the protoss state.
It was John who came to the rescue.
Once out of society, the protoss has become a social protoss.
"From now on, you will be called Xiaolong." John put the Protoss Xiaolong on the table, so as not to be beaten by other protoss.
Malfoy still did not escape the fate of being hung upside down.
Daphne stared at him fiercely, "I'm alone in Chelsea!"
Astoria is also guilty, after all, she took the initiative to release her sister.
But it was Malfoy who was injured.
Malfoy would rather die than surrender, and never begged for mercy from the beginning to the end.
It's definitely not because he was cast with a deadbolt to seal his throat.
At the back, John came over to dispel the man's magic.
Malfoy hugged John's thigh and wept bitterly.
"John, please help me."
"Sorry, I can't save you."
John rejected his unrealistic fantasies.
Malfoy said, "No, you can."
"I can?" John said inexplicably, "You don't have to provoke Daphne."
Malfoy hesitated to speak, what he wanted to say was not this, can't you liberate Slytherin?
John wanted to continue to improve the treatment plan for the blood curse, so he didn't have time to talk to him.
the next day.
John shows up in Principal Slughorn's office.
"John, this is a miracle." Slughorn exclaimed, looking at the papers. "You will be the best potions master in history."
"This solution has the potential to cure more blood curses."
"These have limitations," John said, shaking his head. "No one can do it except me."
"True, but that's enough for an Order of Merlin," said Slughorn. "You're too picky."
Picky?
John is not picky.
He glanced at the refined repair liquid, which was more effective than the medicine Daphne used last time, and could ensure that the healing speed could catch up with the wound speed.
"Heard Barty Crouch is promoting the Werewolf Equality Bill," Slughorn said. "If this can be successfully published, I guarantee it will be worthy of a first class medal."
Batty Sr. bringing up equality again?
John narrowed his eyes, and it is not impossible to publish it.
Although it's the blood curse, not the werewolf curse.
But it can also add credibility to what Barty Sr. did.
But before that, he needs to complete Astoria's treatment as soon as possible.
Given that Astoria's situation is different from Daphne's, maybe one day it will suddenly attack and cause her to lose her life.
Get things ready to move into the Club of Stars.
John finds Daphne.
"Are you going to start treatment?" Daphne asked worriedly, "Astoria will be fine, right?"
"She'll be fine," John nodded. "I promise."
"I believe you."
Daphne looked at her younger sister who was joking with Malfoy, she no longer cares about Malfoy anymore.
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