Hogwarts' Wizarding Throne

Shaw stared at what he had written, waiting for Tom's response, but nothing happened for a long time.

Shaw was so angry that he laughed.

Is this a case of not giving up until the Yellow River comes, and not turning back until the South Wall comes?

When he was young, Voldemort was really cowardly. No wonder Dumbledore didn't do anything to him even though he noticed his ambition.

Voldemort's nickname was indeed correct.

Shaw simply took out his wand, pointed it at the diary and chanted a spell.

"Hellfire!"

A fist-sized fierce fire appeared at the tip of the wand, burning the air with a hissing sound, and the fiery red light illuminated the diary red, as if it would burn the diary at any time.

Sure enough, the next moment the diary began to tremble violently, and the words Shaw had written before quickly disappeared, and a new text appeared.

"Hello, Theodore Nott."

Sure enough, if you can't wake up someone pretending to sleep, then just pour a basin of water on him. If you don't believe it, try it.

Shaw smiled, extinguished the Fiendfyre, put away his wand and wrote again.

"Tom Riddle, are you finally willing to talk?"

Tom: I'm sorry, the magic world has some misunderstandings about magic items that can talk. I'm just protecting myself. I'm just a simple memory. You can classify me as a Sorting Hat.

Shaw shook his head and laughed. Still pretending?

He was too lazy to write, so he asked directly.

"Don't talk nonsense. You are a Horcrux with a real soul. Tell me, when did you find out that something was wrong? I shouldn't have revealed my true colors."

This time, Tom was silent for a long time before the diary began to speak.

Tom: You are pretending to be the wrong person. I know the Nott family very well. Their ancestors liked to use human bones to grind jade and use human heads to make cups. They are a crazy family, and you pretend to be too cowardly.

Shaw was stunned. Well, he gave himself 0 points for this acting.

He also recognized Tom's observation and continued to ask curiously.

"Are there any other reasons?"

Tom: I have read your mind with Legilimency. You are too consistent in what you say and do. No one can really do this. You should be a master of brain occlusion. Other magical talents must be very good, not some mediocre and miserable student.

Shaw narrowed his eyes slightly, revealing a fear.

Just from these few words, we can see that the young version of Voldemort is really scheming and intelligent.

"Anything else?"

Tom: No, I know you are a super genius, and I also know that you are afraid of me, but I can help you. The combination of the two strong will only make us stronger.

Shaw knew that Tom was not telling the truth, but it was normal.

He would be like this too. If he behaved too outstandingly and evilly in front of someone who did not understand the good and evil of his heart and controlled his life and death, he would only die faster.

For example, when Shaw faced Grindelwald and Dumbledore, his words were completely different.

Shaw pondered for a while and felt that Tom was too dangerous, so he showed his cards directly.

"What can you do to help me? To tell you the truth, you either let go of your mind and let me control you, or die!"

The diary was silent for a moment, and it automatically closed its pages and cover, with a very decisive attitude.

Seeing this, Shaw's eyes turned cold, and he pointed his wand again, and Fiery Flame appeared.

However, this time the diary really didn't react at all.

After a long standoff, Shaw sighed, put away his wand, and put the diary away together.

He also guessed Tom's psychological activities in his heart.

First, people who are extremely arrogant would rather die than be slaves.

Second, since Shaw spent so much effort to disguise himself, he must have irreplaceable value, so he would not be destroyed immediately, and there would be room for maneuver.

Next, it's a matter of patience and wisdom.

Shaw stood up and walked towards the potion classroom, while thinking about how to conquer a proud person in his heart.

Not to mention, Shaw really didn't want to kill Tom directly.

First, he cherishes talent, and second, the other party is really useful.

He had a plan to keep the enemy in his care.

What weakness does Tom have to break through his mental defense?

Unconsciously, Shaw, who was in deep thought, had arrived at the Potions classroom in advance.

"Hehe, even the powerful Black has a headache and frown one day. Maybe it's because of his low IQ. I suggest you drink a bottle of advanced intelligence potion."

Shaw came back to his senses and turned his head to see Snape standing behind him. He didn't care about what the other party said. Maybe the old arrogant was concerned about him and indirectly asked if he had any difficulties, so he took the opportunity to say it.

"Professor, is there really an advanced intelligence potion? Please give me a dozen."

Snape was not surprised by Shaw's shamelessness and continued to sarcastically say.

"If your knowledge of potions is always at this level of trolls, I will give you a P (fail) at the end of the term."

Shaw didn't care and talked to the deaf.

"Professor, you said that if you want to convince a proud and intelligent person,"What should I do if I'm a smart person?"

Snape felt that he was being implied, and his chest was stuffy. He stared at Shaw and said in a tone without any unevenness.

"Hmph, Black, your strength is not your basis for doing whatever you want. You can't always put the Armor Charm in front of you to protect against sneak attacks, and you can't always not eat? I have recently developed a colorless and odorless poison, and I just need an experimental subject. "

Shor's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help patting his forehead, then he took out a stack of photos from his ring, grabbed Snape's hand and slapped it in his palm.

"Thank you for your advice, professor. Do you have any more vicious ideas? Let's talk about it together?"

Snape's mouth twitched, and his eyes almost couldn't keep their indifference.

"Psychopath! "

He cursed, took the photo and went back to the podium.

Shaw smiled and did not ask any more questions. In the following class, he had no intention of listening to the class or brewing potions. Draco did it all by himself.

Snape passed by him several times, and looked at him with a look of mental retardation.

Then he continued to embarrass Harry who was brewing potions seriously.

"Harry Potter, was your hand bitten by the black dog? The juice of the night fruit is squeezed out with the back of the knife, not cut like a butcher! Gryffindor, five points deducted. "

Harry Potter looked confused. When did the professor mention this knowledge point?

He looked around and saw that other students also used cutting. Why did he only mention himself?

But Harry didn't say anything. He had become much more stable, and he had learned countless bloody lessons. He knew that if he talked back at this time, he would only be deducted more points.

Snape was very dissatisfied with Harry's performance. He was almost as shameless as Shaw.

If he didn't resist, it would be meaningless to abuse him.

He snorted coldly and turned around to harm other Gryffindor wizards.

But before the get out of class ended, he found an opportunity to deduct ten points from Harry, and then he announced the end of the get out of class with satisfaction.

As soon as Snape left the classroom, Harry went to his life mentor Shaw with a depressed look on his face.

"Deputy Dean, Professor Snape is too much. It's not fair at all. Why is he targeting me? I didn't do anything wrong. The most important thing is that the college was deducted a lot of points because of me. Professor McGonagall attaches great importance to this year's college cup. "

Draco hesitated for a moment, and also spoke up for his good friend.

"Chief, can't you make the dean, ahem, restrain himself?"