Hogwarts' Wizarding Throne

Shaw quietly led Theodore to the train through the passage that the crowd automatically made way for.

Some parents even bowed slightly to him to express his contribution to the magic world.

Shaw smiled at Lucius, who looked surprised, as he passed by him.

Behind Lucius, Draco, with his chin slightly raised, slowly walked out, looked at Theodore with a flash of envy, and then hurriedly bowed to Shaw respectfully.

"Hello, Chief."

"Yeah."

Shaw looked at Draco's spirit and nodded with satisfaction. He asked him to stand behind him first, and then said to Lucius.

"Remember the position of school director."

Lucius opened his mouth to ask something, but in the end he only said "I know".

Shaw didn't mean to say more, and took Theodore and Draco to the train. Oh, Goyle and Crabbe were hanging not far behind Draco.

Lucius looked at Shaw's disappearing figure, and the noisy sound in his ears resumed again.

With an inexplicable look on his face, he thought that it was time for the pure-blood families to take their positions again.

Shaw met several other subordinates in the prefect's compartment and exchanged pleasantries without mentioning them.

The others were still the same, but Draco had indeed grown up a lot.

Even though there was still a hint of contempt in his eyes, he still talked to Hermione in a friendly manner and gave her a sincere Christmas gift.

Shaw was quite satisfied, and he did not expect everyone to be able to do it all at once.

There was no conversation along the way, and when it got dark, the express train quickly returned to Hogwarts.

There was a start-of-term dinner tonight that was not considered a dinner party, and it was not mandatory for everyone to attend.

However, those who had nothing to do would go to the hall to eat, and the dishes were richer than usual.

Everyone was amazed at how beautiful Shaw's pet purple bird was, but no one dared to go up and touch it.

Some young ladies were eager to try, but after returning home during the holidays, they were taught by their parents and knew a little bit of the limits. Although the British Ministry of Magic did not publicly admit it, Shaw's status still rose invisibly.

Shaw did not care about other things, but just looked around and sighed.

For such a small dinner, the ghosts of other colleges were all there, but the ghost of Ravenclaw was still not there, and he still had to decipher the crown.

Shaw had a hunch that there must be some secret hidden in the crown.

But this Ms. Grey was really elusive. Shaw mobilized some people from the Eagle Academy in the first half of the semester but couldn't find her.

Even if she was found, it would be too late when Shaw rushed there. Those little wizards could not keep a proud and lonely ghost.

He did find the Bloody Baron, and this ghost was quite polite to Shaw, and he didn't say anything about other issues.

But once it came to Ms. Grey, he looked like a dog licking his food.

"Hmph, I'll have to stay here for many more years. I don't believe I can't find you!"

Shor said something harsh. After searching around in vain, he found that Dumbledore was in a very haggard state in the teacher's seat.

It's not surprising to think about it. The old bee is really too busy now.

The Christmas surprise he gave needs to be dealt with, and De Grindelwald and the Witch Party need to watch over it. Recently, the International Wizarding Association is busy with the Soviet Ministry of Magic.

Poor centenarian.

Ahem, but it feels good. This old man doesn't have to stare at him all the time.

Dumbledore felt something and looked up at Shaw.

Seeing the handsome and familiar purple bird in front of Shaw's desk, he was stunned and didn't care.

After blinking, he toasted Shaw with a cup.

Shaw also raised his cup to toast.

But he was thinking about Fox's matter in his heart, wondering if he could get an advance payment in advance?

Little Tom was indeed not easy to deal with, and Shaw almost couldn't help but cast a Fiery Curse on him.

Time flies (it has to be rushed). . . .

Half a month of peaceful campus life passed in a flash.

Except for Harry complaining that Snape was targeting him more, nothing major happened.

That morning, the owl delivered the express as usual. Of course, the spectacle of Shaw burning the Howling Letter was no longer there, which made many people sigh.

Alice looked at a copy of the Daily Prophet and suddenly exclaimed in surprise.

"Old Nott?"

"Chief, look at it."

She quickly handed the newspaper to Shaw, who was still drinking tea to relieve his greasiness.

Shaw took it and looked at it, frowning.

"Surprise! Cantankerus, the head of the Nott family, failed to break out of Azkaban and was arrested! Sentenced to life imprisonment. 》

Shor couldn't say he was disappointed or happy, anyway, it was all within his expectations.

He handed the newspaper back to Alice and said lightly.

"I see."

But the other little wizards who were reading the newspaper all looked at the Slytherin table, their eyes focused on Theodore in the corner.

Although Theodore was puzzled, his expression did not change at all. He glanced at the snake next to him.The content of the newspaper.

His pale face became even paler, and his eyes could not help but fluctuate, but he still remained indifferent.

He took the napkin to wipe his mouth, stood up and walked out lightly, not caring about those strange looks at all.

But another Nott had already burst into tears. It was Gloria. She tore up the newspaper of the nearby little wizard and cried and chased her brother.

The hall was silent, but no one dared to gossip about Shaw's confidants.

Alice was worried.

"Chief, should we comfort Theodore?"

Shaw wiped his hands with a napkin and shook his head.

"No, this result may be the best for Theodore and old Nott."

Putting down the napkin, Shaw took out a blank piece of letter paper, wrote down some instructions, sealed it in an envelope and handed it to Alice.

"Mail this to Lucius, and then ask your grandfather to cooperate with Lucius to take over the Nott family's business, keep an eye on other pure bloods, and don't let these bugs have any ideas."

Alice was not surprised, and glanced at Draco who was very "approachable" recently.

This guy didn't gloat just now.

But Alice at least knew that the chief and the Malfoy family were allies.

There was no class in the morning for the first grade today, but there was a potion class in the afternoon.

Shaw said goodbye to everyone and returned to the dormitory alone.

As soon as he entered the door, the purple shadow jumped onto his shoulder and kept pecking at his hair. This bird is now working part-time as Shaw's hairstylist.

Shaw let it make a fuss and comforted it.

"Hogwarts does not allow cats, owls, toads or very small pets. I can bring you in, but the professors have turned a blind eye. I can't just take you around every day."

Ziying didn't listen, and continued to mess up Shaw's hair. It was so annoying that his ears were calloused.

Shaw was helpless and continued to speak casually.

"Don't worry, when I become the principal, I will definitely cancel this damn restriction, and you can follow me anytime."

Ziying didn't listen, just pecked, pecked. .

Shaw didn't care about it. This little guy's temper came and went quickly.

Anyway, he had messy hair, no matter how messy it was, he was handsome!

Take out the alchemical materials and start making the communication version of playing cards again.

Although the function is single and can only transmit simple information, it is even more reluctant to smash the precious materials to make cards for the younger brothers.

But the style is still very delicate.

Although the cards have no suits, only numbers from 1 to N and some symbolic figures, they are divided into the four college colors of red, blue, green and yellow.

Suit, however, represents the sequence and the throne's high level.

However, the back pattern of these cards is still a purple-black throne floating on a pentagram, flashing purple flow, very gorgeous.

This is called appearance without function.

He was busy until noon, and he also had lunch in the dormitory.

Ziying had made enough trouble before, so he flew to the Forbidden Forest to play.

Shaw was not worried about its safety at all.

Looking at the time, there was still an hour before the Potions class. Shaw put away the finished poker cards and materials, and took out Tom's notebook again.

It's been nearly a month since the communication, and this guy still hasn't responded.

In the original book, it is unknown how long it took Ginny to get Tom to respond.

Maybe Ginny is a little girl, easy to deceive?

Shaw has no tendency to dress up as a woman, and he doesn't have much patience.

"Oh, why do I have to be forced to win people over with my virtue?"

After sighing, he wrote directly on his notebook.

"Hello, Tom or Voldemort!"