Hogwarts' Wizarding Throne

In England in April, even though the weather was sunny and the cold winter had just passed, it was still a bit cold and damp, but it did not prevent the only event in Hogwarts from going on.

On a dedicated Quidditch field not far from the castle, a dozen young wizards were roaring in the sky on the green field, and the surrounding stands were full of cheers.

"Come on, Slytherin!"

"Come on, Gryffindor!"

The young wizards of both colleges on the stage and the players on the field have tried their best, because today is the championship and runner-up battle of this semester's Quidditch Cup.

On the big scoreboard, the score shows Red 140 VS Green 160.

Lee Jordan, the commentator of the Quidditch game, is explaining it hard.

"Oh! Marcus intercepted the chaser Angelina. He is worthy of his giant bloodline. Even if he didn't foul, his collision is unmatched."

"Haha, but Wood is worthy of being Gryffindor's dog-eyed goalkeeper. Marcus didn't score a goal!"

"Now the score is still deadlocked at around 20 points. It can be said that if the red team scores a goal, the green team will score a goal. It seems that the final result will depend on the duel between the seekers!"

"But we have a genius Potter! Victory must belong to Gryffindor."

"Whoa!"

There was a booing on the stage, and Lee Jordan quickly tilted his head to avoid a "thirty-year-old" smelly sock thrown by someone.

He was about to denounce who was so unethical and actually used biological weapons.

"Ahem."

"Oh, professor, sorry sorry."

Behind Lee Jordan, although Professor McGonagall thought so and felt that Gryffindor would win, she still had to interrupt Lee Jordan's increasingly biased hosting.

On the field, Marcus didn't score the goal, and glared at Wood who was provoking him by poking his nose with his thumb in front of the goal.

He secretly blamed the devil for not letting him do the dirty work, otherwise Slytherin would have won long ago!

Suddenly, a lightning-like figure flew by his side. Marcus saw that it was Pott chasing a golden light.

He hurriedly followed and shouted to Terrence Higgs, the Seeker of the Snitch, who was still looking for the Golden Snitch in the distance.

"Idiot, this way!"

Higgs quickly rode on the chief sponsor's Nimbus 2000 broom to chase Harry.

This was the second time the two had played against each other. Last time he lost to Harry, who was just starting to play, and everyone said it was because of the equipment.

This time the equipment was equal, he was bound to win back and avenge the previous shame.

At this moment, the other players also found that Harry had locked the Golden Snitch worth 150 points, which could lay the foundation for victory.

Under the command of Captain Wood, Gryffindor sent out the tacitly coordinated beater twins to support.

On the Slytherin side, in addition to Marcus, there was also a senior student named Adrian Puse who came to help his Seeker.

On the stands, Shaw sat in a sea of ​​green, absent-mindedly watching the two sides in the sky above the field fiercely fighting for the Golden Snitch.

He did not stand out today by wearing purple and black clothes, but followed the crowd and wore a school uniform with a green base and silver edges.

In front of the seat, Draco almost jumped off the stands in excitement, loudly scolding the little lions for being mean, and then saying that Marcus was stupid and lost points again.

He really looked like a typical fanatical fan who wanted to replace him.

Next to Draco, sat the nervous Hermione. Her golden hair was always well-groomed and no longer fluffy. She also wore a pair of more delicate glasses again, which made her look more bookish and capable.

She had a good relationship with Harry, and she cheered for them. Seeing the fierce battle in the sky, her face turned pale, and she could only put her hands together to pray for everyone's safety.

Next to Shaw, Theodore and Alice were sitting.

Theodore didn't watch the game, but lowered his head to read a book. Shaw dragged him here, saying that even if he didn't fit in, he still needed to participate in this kind of group activity.

Alice was originally interested in Quidditch, but later she found out that Shaw didn't like it very much, so she didn't like it either. At this moment, she was "closing her ears and blocking her ears" and reporting to Shaw on her work.

"Cormac McLaggen's family background is very complicated. Although it is not one of the original twenty-eight holy families, it has also intermarried with these pure-bloods. According to the information sent by my grandfather, this family was supported by the president of the Pure-Blood Club.

The president is now over 100 years old. He is of the same generation as Dumbledore and is infinitely close to a legendary existence. There are three or four similar old antiques. They are the real foundation of the Pure-Blood Club and will not be dispatched easily. The distorted rumors this time may be instigated by these people."

Shor frowned slightly. If wizards don't say anything else, it is true that they live longer than ordinary people.

Not to mention the 600-year-old Nick Flamel, if the legend doesn't want to die or doesn't commit suicide, he can live for 250 years.Ten years old.

For a great wizard below the legendary level, it is not a problem to live to be 150 years old.

Shaw is not afraid of these old antiques in the Pureblood Society, but he extrapolates the situation to the whole world. There are probably more similar old antiques. If it arouses public anger, the legendary strength may not be able to act recklessly.

Seeing that the chief has not expressed his opinion, Theodore, who has been listening, said coldly.

"Chief, why don't you catch Cormier, feed him some truth serum, and use Oblivion after interrogating him clearly?"

"Ahem, not that, not that."

Shaw waved his hand to reject this simple and crude method.

Cormier is a pawn at first glance, and nothing can be said by interrogating him. Moreover, Oblivion has too many sequelae, which will alert the enemy and the old bees.

After all, even a master of the Oblivion spell like Lockhart will have troubles if he uses the spell himself.

Shaw thought that it was his opposition to the supremacy of pure blood that aroused the vigilance of these old antiques.

Since it was difficult to attack directly, he began to prepare to make a move on his reputation.

For Shaw, who had the task of collecting faith points, this was even more hateful than Voldemort, and he could directly mark him as a mortal enemy.

So his eyes turned cold and he turned to Alice and ordered.

"Ask Mr. Foley to find out the addresses of those old guys."

"Okay."

Alice knew that the chief wanted to be simpler and more brutal, and go straight to the dragon.

So he nodded and agreed, but added.

"These people are hiding very secretly, it will take some time, and they should all stay in the safe house with the Fidelius Charm. Even if they are found, they can only circle a rough range."

Shaw is not alone, and he doesn't care, and said calmly.

"It doesn't matter, as long as there is a rough range."

Shaw's idea is to find it first, and then isolate the news inside and outside the safe house.

At the same time, cut off the Internet, electricity, water, and all material supplies to those residences, and set up a large number of anti-apparition arrays nearby.

Well, it's a familiar operation, the demolition office and the nail households.

As long as these people dare to come out, he will lead people to kill them.

At this time, Draco angrily broke through the "closed ears and blocked listening" shielding barrier and shouted.

"We lost, we lost! Damn Higgs, he didn't snatch Harry, I have to beat him up later, it should be my turn."

"Harry really deserves it, hiccup, ah? Should I be happy or sad, ah!"