Chapter 606：

Malfoy was about to suffer from cerebral congestion.

The two giant fools were challenging his tolerance all the time.

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

Malfoy released a cold air, making Goyle and Crabbe obey.

There is no way, they have been given an ultimatum.

It was Snape who said that he could not tolerate such idiots in Slytherin.

On the seventh grade test, it was as bad as two deformed trolls going to school.

With Theodore leaving, the job of teaching the trolls fell to Malfoy.

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

But now if it was Malfoy, he would take action at the slightest disagreement.

At least the left half of Gore's **** looks a lot bigger than the right.

Malfoy also has curses that he can actually use.

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

John has not appeared these days.

Neville saw John several times in the Society of Stars, where he was studying the Protoss Guards.

Compared with Slytherin's worries about making up lessons, Gryffindor is enthusiastic about making up lessons.

"Dumbledore taught you personally?" Ron Weasley exclaimed.

Hermione hurriedly patted him to ask him to keep his voice down.

Ron also realized his stupidity. He lowered his voice and asked, "What's going on? You haven't been here these past few days, and you've been spending time with Dumbledore?"

"Not just Dumbledore," Harry looked around and responded, "but also Sirius and the others."

"Isn't Voldemort dead?" Hermione asked confused, "Why do they suddenly want to train you?"

Harry said: "Dumbledore asked me about Grindelwald. I think they thought Grindelwald was not dead."

"It's impossible, it's been said in the newspapers." Hermione retorted subconsciously.

"Some things cannot be limited to newspapers." Harry complained. "The newspapers used to say that I was a little liar who lacked caring."

"Okay." Hermione thought it made sense.

"It's just that if Grindelwald is not dead, then who did the Polish Minister of Magic kill?" Ron asked.

This left Harry with no answer. He only heard Dumbledore's thoughts on Grindelwald's survival and did not know these things.

However, Harry was taught by Dumbledore, which still made Ron envious.

"Awesome, Dumbledore is the greatest wizard in the world." He said enviously.

"Dumbledore didn't teach me all the time." Harry shook his head and said, "My Occlumency was Snape yesterday."

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

They never liked Snape, a harsh person.

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

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

Even though I knew Snape was not a Death Eater, he was still annoying.

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

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

"We are going to win the championship this year," he said eagerly.

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

Harry also put aside the matter of making up lessons and prepared to get into the best condition to win the game.

Hermione was not on the team, so she had to cheer for them.

At this time, the owl appeared and dropped a newspaper.

Hermione picked it up and looked at it.

"Five Aurors Disappear"

In the image, Old Batty looks gloomy.

There was no news about the Auror who went to Poland, which made some people find clues.

Aurors are an important force in the Ministry of Magic. The disappearance of one Auror 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.

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Chapter 622: Old Batty’s Grief and Confrontation

"British Minister of Magic Goes to Poland for Exchange"

Old Barty went to the Polish Ministry of Magic.

He chose to enter the place where his men disappeared one after another openly.

The Polish Minister of Magic, Inge Griffiths, welcomed it, and the Polish people spoke highly of it.

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

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

Pierce shook his head and said: "Mr. Minister, they are just embers before they are extinguished."

Yes, so what about fanaticism.

Fanaticism cannot change the current situation. Hunger and poverty still surround this place.

Although it has not reached the point of starving to death, it is even more desperate if we cannot see the days ahead.

Peirce was a realist, so he had no sympathy with these visionaries.

Old Batty glanced at the collapsed building.

He walked over and lifted a stone slab.

The bodies inside have been moved.

"Welcome to Poland." Starr Rozier brought people over to greet him.

He glanced at the ruins and said flatly: "There are always some people who want to murder our savior."

Old Batty paused after hearing this and said without changing his face: "I hope this communication with your department will go smoothly."

"This is natural," Starr smiled, "We will ensure your safety."

Old Barty nodded and headed to the Ministry of Magic.

In the Ministry of Magic.

The Polish Minister of Magic casually lifted the corpse 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: "We welcome your arrival. I hope you will be satisfied with this place."

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

Upon seeing this, Pierce took over and said, "Sorry, our minister is busy traveling."

"I was negligent." Griffith was not angry, but nodded very elegantly and politely.

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

"The body of the intruder is here."

Griffith stepped aside, revealing the body.

Burns and blood marks were on the body.

Old Batty walked up to him and looked at the corpse.

"Lippi." He took a deep breath.

Yes, it's him.

His missing subordinate.

His body was burned by fire, and the squeezing of heavy objects 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'd like to talk more about your department."

"Of course, no problem." Griffith nodded.

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

Old Batty looked back and saw that Lippi died like this, nameless and nameless.

"Pierce." Old Batty called Pierce.

Pierce nodded understandingly and smiled at Griffith: "Minister Griffith, I want to visit the Ministry of Magic."

"Please." Griffith didn't seem afraid.

Pierce walked into the Ministry of Magic and looked at the elevator that was damaged by the explosion. He said: "It's a pity."

Old Batty was invited to the minister's office.

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

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

"understand."

When Old Batty came in, he saw guards standing nearby. He was saddened, but he needed to calm down to face the unfathomable Minister Griffith.

"Speaking of which, I'm the one who should be sorry." Old Barty said, "Because of Grindelwald some time ago, the International Federation of Wizards supported your department, but what happened later was in a hurry, and some staff were unable to do so. Completed the work report back home.”

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

"I think so," Old Barty said solemnly, "There are six Aurors in total. I think they didn't cause any trouble to Minister Griffith."

"No, it's just that I don't know where those six people are." Griffith smiled, "The emergence of the 'remnants of Grindelwald' these days has made the Ministry of Magic very worried."

The remnants of Grindelwald?

Perhaps they are the Aurors of the British Ministry of Magic?

Old Batty was at fault for this matter. He knew that the other party would not let go without benefit.

And the corpses that the other party deliberately displayed today are all showing their bargaining chips with old Batty.

"I looked at the damage done to your department," Old Barty said. "I know a generous friend who owns a silver-hand style building. I think he can help Secretary Griffith."

He was willing to make concessions, stared at Griffith and said, "I think as the Minister of Magic, Minister Griffith should have some information for my men."

"I just remembered," Griffith said after thinking for a while, "someone seemed to have discovered a few strangers in one place."

"How many?"

"Five."

Griffith smiled and said: "The five strangers should still be there now."

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

"Sorry, I think my subordinates got it right."

Griffith interrupted Old Barty.