Hogwarts' Wizarding Throne

Tom was rejected, which was not surprising. He was happy to make Shaw feel uncomfortable, and his gloomy eyes brightened a little.

This was also the strongest "resistance" he could do so far.

Tom then glanced at the dumbfounded little wizards, chuckled, and returned to the Duke's seat that he was not very satisfied with.

This position was still a little low.

In the field, Theodore slowly stood up, but did not dare to look up at the platform.

"Theodore, don't be discouraged, you are only in the first grade, and you still have great potential."

Hearing Shaw's warm comfort, Theodore couldn't help but tighten his wand.

Finally, he nodded and said he knew, then lowered his head and returned to his seat.

But in his decadent and lifeless eyes, a touch of madness and determination emerged, and it became more and more intense.

Alice glanced at Theodore, empathizing with him, and then looked at Tom, feeling a lot of pressure.

Others were also under great pressure at the moment, and everyone was thinking about how to improve their strength.

Hermione and Penelope looked at each other and nodded slightly. The two girls reached some agreement.

Neville and Penelope, who attended the meeting for the first time, were even more enlightened. They just felt that they were so weak.

Shaw smiled knowingly. In the past, he was the only one who could show off his fighting power on the throne.

But as the leader, how powerful he was was within everyone's imagination.

Even if he boasted that he could beat Dumbledore, his subordinates would probably just shout 666 after thinking about it.

They would not compete with the omnipotent leader, but now there is a catfish like Tom, and it is conceivable that he will play a promoting role.

Shaw saw that everyone was not interested and had no desire to hold a meeting to discuss, so he simply assigned tasks directly. Looking at Alice who looked uncomfortable, a calculation flashed in his eyes.

"Alice, continue to track down the whereabouts of those antiques. You don't need to follow up after you find the specific location..."

"Draco, during the holidays,..."

In fact, there is not much content in this throne meeting.

The subordinates are still young wizards, and at most they are just messing around on campus. For things in the outside world, Alice is at most a mouthpiece.

But even if Shaw has white gloves, he still needs to cultivate these real teams.

In order to improve their ability to do things and obedience, he assigned them a variety of "nonsense" small tasks.

Shor is holding a meeting here in the abandoned classroom next to it.

As an excellent first-year student, Harry naturally attended the lunch.

Although there were delicacies on the table, he was indifferent.

First, he found that except for Shaw, Draco's small group of people, including Neville, were not there.

Harry felt isolated, and it happened that he had to return to the "home" that made him extremely uncomfortable tomorrow.

So he was not enjoying anything at the moment.

He was not a peripheral person, so he did not receive the meeting notice. He ate a few bites and left the banquet in a daze.

When he went down from the eighth floor, he accidentally saw a familiar figure heading towards the restricted area on the fourth floor. The red hair was so eye-catching.

Harry's lost expression changed immediately. Now he was sulking and cared about the score very much.

Harry took out his wand and went to the fourth floor.

One hour later.

In the secondary meeting room of the Room of Requirement.

Xiao Erlang stood on the high platform, looking at more than 30 energetic little wizards below the stage.

Under their expectant eyes, he used a magic trick to conjure a stack of special poker cards out of thin air.

He said while playing tricks in his hands casually.

"I know everyone is envious of the gorgeous alchemical poker cards in Alice's hands, and since you can stand here, it means that you are all people I am optimistic about, so."

Shor said, and waved the poker cards in his hand, which were fan-shaped and opened, down in a chic manner.

Thirty gorgeous poker cards, spinning with red and blue flame tails, flew accurately in front of each little wizard, and stopped in front of them.

The purple-gold throne hanging high on the pentagram on the card surface shone brightly on their happy little faces.

Everyone couldn't wait to get the poker cards in their hands and played with them.

Among them, several little wizards who mastered the fourth-level disarming spell and were not members of the sequence had more sophisticated poker cards in their hands, which was regarded as the mysterious gift.

Harry, the only one who mastered the fourth-level disarming spell, was not present. Shaw asked Draco to deliver another gift.

Tom, who was left behind, was slightly stunned when he watched Shaw's pure technical skills in the corner.

It seems that he has met his match in showing off.

The subsequent meeting was still nothing major.

But why did Shaw still hold a final meeting? Wouldn't it be better to have someone convey and distribute poker cards?

In order to enjoy the pleasure of being a leader, enjoyBeing the center of attention?

It’s naive to think so.

The more serious the occasion and the more ceremonial the meeting, the more subordinates will subconsciously strengthen their “reverence” and obedience to the leader in the constant “I say, you do”.

The cultivation of authority is the real “meaning” of the meeting.

Shaw talked for a long time, all of which were nonsense focusing on the present and looking forward to the future.

Finally, he concluded,

“Okay, I wish you all a happy holiday! Meeting adjourned!”

Everyone immediately beat their chests with one hand and shouted loudly.

“Yes, Chief!”

Now Shaw’s title of Chief is no longer limited to Slytherin.

Shaw kept his hands behind his back, ready to quietly wait for the little wizards to line up and leave.

But suddenly, a young man raised his hand high at this time.

Shaw saw that the other party was eager to try, and this little witch looked very familiar. Although he had a bad premonition in his heart, he still said warmly.

"Please go ahead."

The little witch was a senior Ravenclaw girl, and she said with great anticipation.

"Chief, I heard that you promised that when ten people reach the fourth level of disarmament spell, you will show us the sixth level disarmament spell? Hey, I am the tenth one, so?"

Shor stared at the girl in a daze, thinking that this hurdle could not be overcome, right?

But he was asked to waste a little legendary value just to show off once? He is not a fool!

In the future, this "Flag" should not be established casually.

Alice, who had long realized it, knew that the chief should not know the sixth level disarmament spell, but the smart subordinates should "hide for the venerable".

She immediately stood up, frowned and said coldly.

"Katherine, how dare you! You are a Ravenclaw, don't you know that the sixth-level spell involves personal privacy and will inadvertently reveal the concept of casting and elemental tendencies? How can you let the chief perform it in public?"

Katherine ignored Alice and did not argue with her. She still looked at Shaw expectantly, her eyes full of curiosity.

Seeing this, Alice's beautiful eyes became even more fierce, and she was ready to use force.

Shor sighed secretly, forget it, he still had the heart to admit his mistakes, so he said.

"Alice, don't say it, Katherine, I really don't know the sixth-level disarming spell."

Shor said this, seeing the slight commotion of his subordinates, he said lightly without caring.

"But you should have seen other sixth-level spells, such as this!"

Then, the national collapse slid from the sleeve to the palm, and Shaw waved it melodiously.

Immediately, thunderclouds covered the heads of the young wizards, and lightning snakes kept moving, and electric arcs sizzled.

A purple halberd slowly condensed inside, automatically extracting magic power from the air.

The pressure of the halberd made the young wizards below stand up, and their sense of crisis rose, and their faces turned pale with fear.

Tom's eyes froze as he watched from the side. The feeling in the notebook last time was not too clear, but this time he really felt Shaw's extraordinary talent.

Shaw's eyes narrowed. He did dare to admit his mistakes, but he would not be soft-hearted and let the authority he had cultivated with great difficulty be questioned.

He looked at the young man with a fixed gaze.

"This is the sixth-level spell. In addition to being more powerful, it can automatically absorb the magic power in nature for its own use. Catherine, do you have any doubts?"

Catherine kept stumbling backwards, looking at the floating halberd with a panicked look, which was tilted and pointed at her with the tip of the halberd.

She was almost scared to death, and after swallowing a few mouthfuls of saliva, she quickly answered tactfully.

"No more doubts, Chief is awesome!"