Hogwarts' Wizarding Throne

Only Shaw knew about Tom's plan to go to Albania.

So Lucius has been unable to find the Dark Lord recently.

But now there is a very important matter that needs to be reported and decided.

In desperation, he can only find the second boss.

Lucius got a communication card that can directly connect to Shaw. After sending a message, the other party quickly replied: The Dark Lord will be back soon.

An hour later, a Dark Lord who was familiar and unfamiliar to Lucius arrived at the manor attic.

With Lucius's years of experience and scheming in dealing with people, no matter how stupid he is, he can now react to what is going on.

But what can he do?

The boss has this hobby of Kospree, and employees with high emotional intelligence have to cooperate with him.

"Master, master."

Shaw did not realize that he had been exposed, and said calmly imitating Tom's tone.

"My servant, what do you want me to do?"

Lucius resisted the urge to curl his lips and said respectfully.

"Master, the alchemy machine tools made by Borgin and Burke have not made any breakthrough progress. The old guy said that it was because the cooperating potion masters were too rubbish and not good enough, so he wanted us to find a potion master to cooperate."

Shor stopped the subconscious action of touching his chin to think, and sat down behind the desk.

"Are you sure it's the potion master's problem, and not Borgin and Burke deliberately slowing down the development?"

Lucius nodded.

"Sure, last time, the master punished him to death and planted the Dark Mark. No matter how cunning he is, he dare not play tricks."

Shor immediately pondered.

Potion masters are easy to find, but there are no more than ten potion masters in Europe.

There are two and a half in the British magic world.

One is the genius and all-round Snape, the other is the old man Slughorn who is good at networking but hides away, and the other half is Damocles Belby who specializes in werewolf potions.

So there is basically not much room for choice.

Lucius also knew that this matter was not easy to handle, otherwise why would he go to the boss?

In fact, he had long wondered why the Dark Lord had not summoned Snape.

This time, I don’t know whether the Dark Lord, no, the little Dark Lord will go to Snape or go to another country to find a potion master for cooperation.

Shaw has already started to think about how to fool Snape, and forget about Slughorn. This old man is shrewd and cunning. After a while, he stood up and said calmly.

"I know about this matter. It will be solved within a month. Borgin and Burke still cannot stop the research. Add some more trusted alchemists. Even if the alchemy machine does not make progress, it can be regarded as training talents."

Lucius opened his mouth and almost asked Shaw how he would solve it. After all, Snape knew the Dark Lord better than himself, and Shaw might not be able to hide it.

But he immediately reacted and bowed quickly.

"Yes, Master."

Short was observant and noticed Lucius's strangeness immediately, but he didn't point it out.

After saying goodbye to him, he returned to the old house again.

In the previous trip, he could actually meet Lucius in his true appearance, but he had to create the illusion that the Dark Lord was always there.

Otherwise, those pure bloods would be dishonest.

But his emotional acting skills were in place, but temperament was innate and could not be perfectly imitated in a short time. He could not hide it from Lucius, a smart man and a close minister.

Shaw thought about it for a while. Lucius was a smart man, so everyone could continue to act, so he didn't take any remedial measures.

Anyway, Draco stayed in Hogwarts.

The holiday passed in a short time, while Shaw studied ancient characters and symbols such as Hebrew and practiced spells.

Well, there was also bird walking, and time soon came to September 1st.

Early that morning, Shaw put on a black suit and refused Purple Shadow's overly rough Apparition to take him to Platform 9 3/4, which had an anti-Apparition function, after his grandmother's repeated warnings.

Instead, he chose to teleport to King's Cross Station with Purple Shadow.

Although Shaw was only in the second grade, his body grew very fast. He was already 1.6 meters and 1.7 meters tall, and his face became tougher.

Recently, his fame in London has been increasing. In order to avoid being disturbed by enthusiastic Muggle fans, he directly cast a Confusion Spell on himself and Purple Shadow.

Wandering to the entrance and exit, seeing this entrance and exit, Harry thought that he would not be stuck here this year.

Because Dobby has been receiving Kreche's "love" education for almost a month, and it has been very effective.

After entering the platform, it was the familiar and complicated environment again, and the famous scene that immediately became quiet.

Shaw was also used to being more and more "calm" and walked calmly from the road that the crowd automatically cleared to the train.

But he was eventually blocked by someone.

An old lady with a serious face wearing a gray dress and a stuffed vulture hatThe old lady stood in front of Shaw.

Behind the old lady was Neville, who was blushing and lowering his head.

"Mr. Black, I want to talk to you about Neville. Let's go over there."

The old lady was very rude, and her tone was very irritable and overbearing.

Shaw knew who this was, Augusta Longbottom, Neville's grandmother.

Although he would have to discuss the school director's affairs with this old witch in the future, he would not indulge her.

"Sorry, if you have something to say, just say it here. I have to catch the train."

Augusta glared and wanted to scold Shaw, the kid, but Neville behind him quickly pulled his grandmother.

Augusta snorted coldly, and then suppressed her temper.

"Mr. Black, Neville said you can cure my daughters-in-law, so I followed you. I don't mind you using big words to deceive the ignorant Neville, but please don't let Neville follow you around anymore. He is already very pitiful. You ambitious people should stop fooling this child."

Shor listened to Augusta's speech patiently, but did not answer her directly. Instead, he turned his head to look at Neville who was bowing his head in inferiority.

"Neville, raise your head. I said I am optimistic about your courage and potential. Tell me! Do you want to live clearly or live in confusion?"

Neville trembled all over and clenched his fists tightly.

Augusta was furious.

"Black, stop talking nonsense, Neville, listen to your grandmother, and don't go with this kind of Slytherin in the future. He will hurt you. You are a brave Gryffindor!"

At this time, Neville broke free from his grandmother's hands on his shoulders, raised his fat face with tears in his eyes, and said loudly.

"Grandma, I want to live clearly! Everyone used to say I was stupid. My uncle even suspected that I was a dud and kept torturing me. You always said that I couldn't do this or that!

But only the Chief believed in me and helped me! A savior like Harry also believed in the Chief. He is a good man, not an ambitious man, and he will definitely be able to cure my parents!"

Neville no longer stuttered, but spoke in a sonorous and powerful way, which made Augusta stand there.

Is this still his timid grandson?

Shor shook his head.

"Madam, you are too strict with Neville, but you don't encourage him accordingly. This is the wrong way of education.

And Neville also has the right to choose his own path.

As for whether I can cure Neville's parents, time will tell."

After Shaw said this, he walked around the stunned Augusta, ignored the people with different expressions nearby, and continued to walk towards the train door.

And Neville also wiped his tears, picked up his suitcase, and followed Shaw firmly.