Hogwarts' Wizarding Throne

Shaw has not been seen for half a month, and he has not even attended classes, but he has been approved by Snape.

But recently, there are more legends about Shaw.

The rumor was first leaked by Shaw's roommate Goyle. The original text is: "Shor slept for some reason all day, and went out early and came back late after waking up, and did not go to school. Oh, the cakes I hid are gone."

Then after countless "I'll tell you a secret quietly, don't tell others."

So the new N-generation version is: "Shor will sleepwalk when he sleeps, and become an extremely evil and elusive ghost. In the middle of the night, he will drool, cut your blood vessels with a knife, and eat small cakes with blood."

This time, even those caring young ladies are afraid of Shaw.

On the way to the Transfiguration class, Draco heard the voices of the little wizards discussing this legend again, and he couldn't help turning his head and glaring at his followers.

Goyle shrank his neck, wanting to argue that it was not like that, and that it was not his fault, but then he showed a frightened expression, fearing that Shaw would punish him.

Seeing his younger brother's useless appearance, Draco could not help but sigh and comforted him casually.

"You, forget it, I will plead for you."

Shaw's whereabouts have indeed been uncertain recently. Although Purple Shadow was entrusted to Alice and Draco to take care of, and Purple Shadow was also told by Shaw.

But it still looked for Shaw all over the campus, broke into the girls' dormitory, visited the bathroom, and even the professor's office could not stop it.

The Purple Lightning Kite came and went without a trace, and no one could see it clearly, which added the most mysterious part to Shaw's horror legend.

Draco's confidants knew where Shaw was, but no one dared to disturb him, and the meal was also delivered by Kreche.

Harry, who was walking with him, glanced at Ron who was walking hurriedly towards the Transfiguration classroom.

This roommate recently changed into a new robe and wand. I heard that Percy gave them to him.

He also said that if Ron could pass all his subjects at the end of this semester, Percy would give him a set of wizard chess or a cheap new broom.

Ron, who had been autistic and silent for a long time, suddenly burst into a passion for learning, although he still had nightmares.

Harry was happy to see Ron's progress, but Seamus said that it was a three-minute enthusiasm and wanted to make a bet.

Harry shook his head and didn't think about it anymore. He turned around and saw Draco's tangled expression and his funny ahoge.

He supported his eye sockets and considered whether to smooth down Draco's tangled ahoge like Shaw did?

In the end, he just reached out and patted Draco on the shoulder.

"Draco, don't worry. The deputy dean should be doing something important. Maybe he will be more powerful when he appears again."

Draco forced a smile at Harry.

He was not worried, but his father had mailed several expedited letters to Shaw in the past few days, but the owl could not find anyone, and Draco did not dare to open the letter.

He could only write back to his father to explain, and then his father asked him to notify Shaw as soon as possible, saying that there was something very urgent, and only mentioned two key words: seat and cooperation.

Draco had been struggling whether to disturb Shaw, and he felt that his father was about to mail him a howler letter.

Shaw, who had not been seen for many days, was naturally staying in the Room of Requirement at this moment.

In a professional alchemy room, there was a large workbench, and the wooden cabinets next to it were divided into categories to place various precious alchemy materials, which were already few in number, and there were many scattered scraps on the ground.

On the workbench, at this moment, there was a lifelike "body" of a young man.

The young man was wearing a silver star-patterned robe, black hair and black pupils, handsome features, and even a halo flowing under his pale skin.

Shaw, who was wearing a purple work suit, was carving the most complex and final magic pattern circuit on the head of this body, very focused and careful.

On a counter next to it, a soul wrapped in a notebook was floating, and in the transparent soul, shackles made of tiny purple lightning appeared from time to time.

This soul was naturally Tom.

At this moment, he was using his spiritual power to carefully look through some detailed information about Death Eaters and intelligence on various events in the British magic world in the past ten years.

Tom raised his head from time to time and looked at Shaw who was preparing a body for him. A trace of resentment flashed in his eyes, but then this resentment was crushed by the purple shackles.

Tom's eyes became clear again, and he looked at Shaw with respect, and the other person's figure gradually overlapped with a figure deep in his soul.

The perceptive Tom knew that he was different, and he knew what the domineering soul magic did. This was a strong "psychological suggestion" engraved deep in his soul.

So even if he wanted to destroy himself, he couldn't do it.

Tom also knew that as time passed, the Purple Lightning Shackles became one with him.Only then will he become a loyal and reliable younger brother of Shaw.

But even if Tom's black magic level is very high, there is nothing he can do.

Fortunately, he still has an independent personality.

Suddenly, the room darkened, and the air became dry, as if a lot of light and moisture were suddenly sucked away.

Tom looked at the workbench, and saw that the perfect body built for him was suddenly wrapped in a black "light" cocoon as dark as ink.

The cocoon was violently absorbing the surrounding water elements, and even the light seemed to be absorbed.

Because the light seemed to be compressed, the cocoon was black, but the edge of the cocoon was abnormally bright, and the light nearby was dark, so it looked like a "black hole" in comparison.

Tom felt that his soul was throbbing violently, and felt that the light cocoon was calling him.

In order to make the puppet and Tom perfectly match, Shaw also went to the orphanage where he had stayed, asked where his mother was buried, and finally took a piece of bone back.

After all, Tom hated his father's blood, so he might as well use the blood of his mother. Tom can also be called Tom Gaunt in the future.

Seeing Tom in a daze, Shaw reminded him.

"Okay, stop being dazed. It's time for you to be reborn. I can only give you this body to the point where you can adapt to the threshold of legend. Fortunately, this body is advanced."

Tom looked at Shaw with a complicated look and said nothing. The only choice he could make now was silence.

Then his soul left the diary and followed the call to float towards the black "light" cocoon and sank into it.

In an instant, the "light" cocoon became darker and absorbed water elements faster.

Shaw knew that this process would continue for a while.

So he walked to the cabinet, picked up the notebook, and felt the remaining black magic breath and the unique structure of the Horcrux.

Shaw reached out and patted the notebook, smiling.

"Use this to exchange Fox's use rights for a few days with Old Bee. It's enough."

He was so eager to make Tom into a puppet, and part of the reason was to find a teacher for Ziying.

As for sending Tom to gather the Death Eaters and protect himself, that was also very important.

The light in the room gradually recovered. Shaw put away the diary and turned around to see the puppet Tom sitting up suddenly on the workbench and pointed at Shaw without hesitation.

"Avada Kedavra!"

Then, a green light as thick as an arm condensed between his fingers, with a power of at least level five.