Hogwarts' Wizarding Throne

Shaw was somewhat speechless, his expression changed slightly, and he quickly thought about the purpose of "Lockhart" in his heart.

How could there be another person to inquire about his mother's whereabouts? And he even knew her name, what a terrifying power and ability to inquire.

Could it be that this "Lockhart" is Dumbledore's man? Not likely.

Is he from the Pureblood Society? Not likely either.

Shaw's head was about to explode.

This was not the scope of the Riddler, and there was no way to play back and forth.

The other party knew his background, and he knew nothing about the other party except that he was a fake.

Shaw hadn't felt this kind of oppression for a long time.

He didn't want to be led by the nose anymore, so he decided not to pretend and simply turned the table over.

Isn't it for this kind of situation that he pursues strong strength and power?

He took out his wand directly, stood up and said coldly to "Lockhart".

"Professor, tell me, who are you? Why are you asking about my mother?"

"Lockhart" remained calm, took a sip from the teacup, and then spoke with a slightly instructive tone.

"Since you know Chinese, you should have heard a saying, 'Taishan collapses but remains calm', this is the necessary quality for a superior, you still lack some composure."

Shor was so angry that he laughed, but did not make a move.

Although "Lockhart" looked defenseless, there was always a faint light flashing on his body.

Shor did not relax his vigilance, but his expression eased.

"Professor, tell me, you replaced Lockhart to enter the school, I'm afraid you came for me."

"Lockhart" gave Shaw a meaningful smile, and then there was a "click" sound in the bedroom.

After the door opened, an old woman walked out.

The old woman had a cold and beautiful appearance, noble temperament, and a waisted purple windbreaker made her look capable.

Although her hair was white, she looked full of energy and had no wrinkles on her face.

If it weren't for the white hair, one might think she was just a middle-aged lady.

It was Vita Rozier herself.

She looked at Shaw with a more gentle and loving look.

Shaw looked around, not knowing where to point his wand.

Harold on the sofa stood up, nodded warmly to Shaw, and walked towards the big box.

After a while of operation, the box opened a gap, and Lockhart walked in.

Shaw understood that there was no fake Lockhart disguised with Polyjuice Potion.

But this real Lockhart didn't look like he was controlled by the Imperius Curse. People controlled by the Imperius Curse would be a little sluggish, and they wouldn't be so calm at all.

But thinking that he had puppetry and soul shackles, it made sense that this noble old woman of unknown origin had other secret methods to control people.

Vita came to the sofa and sat down gracefully, with her hands clasped on the left side of her lower abdomen, her manners were first-rate.

Seeing that Shaw was still very nervous, she introduced herself first.

"My name is Vita Rozier, the new head of the British Rozier family. I met your mother more than ten years ago. This time I came to the UK and Hogwarts specifically to fulfill my promise to be your surrogate mother."

Shaw was stunned for the first time in a long time.

He almost cursed!

After hearing the name Vita Rozier, he instantly knew where the other party came from and his purpose. And Vita really bullied him for being young? Didn't know the people and things fifty years ago? He actually reported his real name carelessly?

But after thinking about it carefully, it became clear, because all the information about Grindelwald was blocked and destroyed by various forces, and the history of magic only mentioned it. If you are not a bit older and powerful, you may not know who Vita Rozier is.

But Shaw knew that the other party was the female assistant beside Grindelwald? So?

If he didn't know his life experience and Grindelwald.

I'm afraid he would be fooled.

What is Grindelwald doing?

A godmother descended from the sky for him?

Thinking of Vita's previous strange behavior.

Could it be that the old fan who is very easy to talk to is no longer satisfied with the communication to instill some nonsense into him, and started to send people to teach him nearby?

Send someone, send someone, why send a mother to him?

Then he thought of the unclear relationship between Grindelwald and Vita Rozier.

In the letters with Grindelwald, he always mentioned that he was lonely and helpless, miserable.

He realized it later, could it be that Grindelwald wanted to be his godfather.

Well, it's not impossible.

A legitimate heir to the orthodox witch party.

How should he deal with it? Agree immediately?

Seeing that Shaw was still confused, Vita talked freely and told him the "truth of the past".

"Why, you don't believe it? Your mother was a poor pure-blood from Northern Europe. She went to school at Durmstrang. I happened to be a professor at Durmstrang at that time.

Later, your father Regulus receivedVoldemort's mission was to go to Northern Europe to recruit dark wizards, and that's how I met your mother, and then you were born.

But female students who were pregnant at school were allowed to leave school to give birth, and I was the one who approved it.

And your father suddenly returned to his country before you were born for some reason, so your mother found me to help deliver the baby, and we made an appointment as a surrogate mother.

Later, a house elf in your family stole you in your cradle, and your mother returned to Northern Europe sadly, and her whereabouts are still unknown. I only heard about you recently, so I rushed to the UK. "

Shor was stunned.

If I have to give an evaluation, it is rigorous, very rigorous!

Really, if it were someone else, they might believe it.

He was sure that with the power of the Witch Party in Europe, everything that Vita just said would be arranged.

If he asked around, he couldn't find any inconsistencies.

And in Kreche's memory, he was indeed stolen back by it on the orders of his father. The only inconsistency was that the elf found him through the contract and didn't know the specific location.

But what could he do? Expose Vita? Confront Grindelwald?

That's impossible.

He was also very satisfied with maintaining a pen pal relationship with Grindelwald.

He pretended to be poor whenever he had something to do, asked for information and magic advice openly, and scolded the first generation of the Dark Lord when he was in a bad mood. Occasionally, he could even drum up support to get him to send Dumbledore away.

It was just... A huge profit.

If the cards are revealed, these things may still happen, but they will not be as calm as they are now.

After all, idols have a natural suppression on fans.

If the cards are revealed, even if they really become godfather and godchild, it is hard to say who suppresses whom.

Moreover, his path is different from Grindelwald's, and he does not want to completely inherit the other's aspirations.

Forget it, life is like a play, and it is not a play with anyone.

Shaw quickly weighed the pros and cons in his mind, put away his wand, and sat back on the sofa with an embarrassed look.

But for a moment, he did not know how to call Vita Rozier.

Recalling how Harry called Sirius.

Calling by name directly?

It seems that only when the relationship is very close and they can treat each other like brothers can they call each other that way, and it is only suitable for men.

Vita did not embarrass Shaw, and said considerately.

"It seems that you believe it. Don't be embarrassed about the name. You can still call me professor. "

Shor was not a shy person and quickly returned to normal.

"Professor, I didn't expect you and I have such a close relationship and bothered you to come here."

Vita elegantly heated up tea for Shaw again and said with concern.

"Since I promised your mother, I naturally have to fulfill my obligations as a surrogate mother. Besides, you are so talented, I am also happy to teach you."

Shor couldn't help but twitch his mouth again. He hadn't experienced this kind of tone of an elder for many years, and the other party seemed to be serious, which always felt weird.

He didn't want to go around it, so he asked a question and changed the subject.

"Professor, how did you determine my whereabouts? Especially about the eight-eyed giant spider?"