Hogwarts' Wizarding Throne

Shaw and his companions looked at Draco, who was already in a state of confusion, speechlessly, and raised their eyes to look inside the field.

Harry was holding the Golden Snitch high in the air, and was being thrown up and down by his teammates. The little lions were cheering and applauding in the stands.

Marcus and his companions were already red-eyed, and they looked like they wanted to rush over to fight the little lions, but fortunately Mrs. Montgomery stepped forward to stop them.

Professor McGonagall was rarely reserved, and walked down the stage, excitedly celebrating with the students of her own college.

The little eagles and badgers who came to join in the fun applauded the winner very respectfully, and the atmosphere was very warm for a while.

But when Shaw saw this scene, he always felt that something bad would happen.

Sure enough, his intuition was right.

Immediately, a cold voice that made people's scalps tighten came from behind.

"Mr. Black, venomous snakes should do whatever they can, but you put shackles on the players of Slytherin and handed over the Quidditch Cup to others. As the head, do you need to give me, the dean, a reasonable explanation?"

Shor turned around with an embarrassed look and looked at the indifferent Snape.

"Hey, dean, listen to my explanation."

"Explanation? What's the use of explaining now? Can you still make a dead tree come back to life?"

"......"

Don't interfere in other people's affairs if you are not in the position.

Shor took the position of the head of the Snake House, and the Quidditch Cup, which belonged to the glory of the college, was indeed within his responsibility.

Now that he lost, no matter what the reason, the dean was looking for trouble with him, and he was justified.

In the end, Shaw had no choice but to agree to Snape's request.

I will go to school by myself next semester, and I have to beat Gryffindor by a large score and beat Harry Potter!

On the way back to the dormitory, Draco changed his decadence and excitedly recommended himself.

"Chief, you are the captain of Quidditch. Please choose me as a team member next semester. My flying skills are not inferior to Harry. I really avoided a helicopter collision when I was a child."

Good fellow, Draco is now more and more good at lying.

Only Shaw knows what a helicopter is. If it weren't for Draco's confident look, someone else might have been fooled.

But isn't it a daily routine to tease the brother?

Shaw didn't refuse outright, pretending to ask.

"If you join the team, what position do you want to play?"

Draco raised his head and said confidently.

"Of course it's the seeker. I want to compete with Harry on the court again!"

Shor sighed secretly, will the love-hate drama of Dehar never get out of date? This friendship is really strange.

He didn't refuse outright, smiled with a bright face, patted Draco on the shoulder and gave the conditions.

"If you get all O's in the final exam, I'll consider it. Otherwise, you can only be a substitute at most. This is because you have been doing well recently."

"Huh?"

Draco's ahoge immediately turned into a question mark "?"

After Shaw led his people away, he came to his senses and hurriedly counted his grades on his fingers.

"Potions, Charms, Transfiguration, and Flying should, maybe, all get O's, right? Herbal assault for a while should be OK, but Dark Defense has been self-study. Although I have finished reading the books, who knows if the person who sets the questions will have a brain injury.

The worst is astronomy class. What's the point of counting stars? I'm not a centaur. It's over. I'm going to sit on the bench next year. I was bragging to Harry about playing against him on the court. This bragging is going to be exposed."

Shor ignored Draco's joys and sorrows and told Alice before entering the dormitory.

"There's still one month until the exam. Um, double the self-study time."

"Hiss!"*N

As soon as these words came out, the little snakes that had been following behind took a breath of cold air.

Alice blinked her big eyes and mourned for the little wizards for three seconds.

Theodore mentioned at this time.

"Chief, there are already nine students who can use the 4th level disarming spell. The tenth should appear before the summer vacation. Can you really show us the 6th level disarming spell?"

Shaw, who had just satisfied a little bit of his bad taste, was stunned when he heard this thing that he almost forgot.

Use legendary points to add disarming spells?

He couldn't bear it!

But how can he swallow back the promise he made?

Waiting online.

Shaw's current Qi cultivation skills have been trained to some extent. He was stunned for only a moment, and then he said lightly.

"Given the bad situation outside, you should focus on the Shield Charm when teaching spells. How can you spend so much time on the Disarming Charm just for the sake of novelty? Not everyone is Harry. You can teach more Petrification Charms."

Alice and Theodore were stunned at the same time, thinking about the true meaning of the Chief.

Was he wrong?

Didn't he consider the safety of the little wizards?

The Chief was really kind.

Shaw ignored their wild thoughts, reported the password and flashed into the lounge.

After returning to the lounge, he saw Fox hanging out here again, chasing Purple Shadow in the air, with a red and a purple figure flashing constantly.

Fox's teacher mission had long been completed, and Purple Shadow also successfully activated the hidden Phoenix bloodline and successfully Apparated.

Shaw returned Fox to Dumbledore at that time.

But Fox, worthy of being the pet of the old bee, is shameless and skinless. Not only is he exactly the same, but there is no difference at all.

Come to him every day to eat, drink and play with him!

Goyle and Crabbe don't have enough snacks to steal.

Shaw picked up two fresh Phoenix feathers from the ground.

Forget it, come if you want, Fox is also quite pitiful, it is really boring to accompany an old man every day.

"Ku!"

Seeing Shaw coming back, Purple Shadow appeared on his shoulder after a real teleportation, and then all kinds of intimacy.

Fox looked at the scene of Shaw and Ziying being so close, and a hint of human "jealousy" flashed in his eyes.

"Yin!"

It chirped loudly and rushed towards Shaw.

Shaw was not surprised, and habitually waved his hand to cast a close-fitting armor spell on himself.

Fox knocked him off balance and a large ball of sparks burst out, illuminating the house red before disappearing.

Ziying tilted his head, still puzzled as to why this good friend was like this.

Shaw reached out and touched its head, saying lovingly.

"Fox is an old man, hundreds of years old, you should play with it less in the future, you are still young and have better choices."

Ziying pecked Shaw's hair and cooed a few times.

Shaw used telepathy to know what Ziying meant: If you don't accompany me, I'm so bored, I won't listen, and I'll play with it.

The longer they spent together, the more Shaw gradually understood Ziying's way of expression.

Through Ziying's explanations, he learned that the little guy was actually sent by Grindelwald, under the guise of old Fly.

The old fan was quite good at pretending, and he was embarrassed to give gifts.

Shaw just said nonsense casually, and there was nothing wrong with Ziying having a playmate.

Although he knew that this was actually sent by the old bee to monitor him, it didn't matter.

Ziying was still very smart and would not reveal Shaw's whereabouts and things.

Playing is playing, and making trouble is making trouble. Ziying never jokes about serious matters.

Shaw sat down at the desk and started writing letters, some to Lucius and some to Grindelwald.

He also contacted Tom with playing cards and asked him how the task he was given last time was done.

And asked him to come to Hogwarts before the end of this semester to attend the throne meeting.

The outside world is developing well now. He is not going to make trouble until he finds those pure-blooded antiques.

Nothing to do this month, just walk the bird and listen to music.