Hogwarts' Wizarding Throne

Shaw jumped off the broom. Actually, he himself was not very interested in flying.

In the past, he was not interested in playing, so he did not know the joy of flying.

No wonder there are always a few people falling to death in Tianmen Mountain every year.

He put the broom into the ring with a sense of unfulfilled desire, and stood at the door, just preparing to think about his words for a few minutes before knocking on the door.

But before he could finish his speech, the door was suddenly pulled open, revealing Snape holding a wand. Seeing Shaw, his alert look was surprised.

"Hey, Black? It seems that there is a curfew now, oh? Are the heads of the four colleges ready to take over the professors' patrols?"

Snape said sarcastically, turned around and walked towards the workbench again.

Shaw did not say anything back this time, and followed him into the room and closed the door.

Then he came to Snape who was brewing potion, watching the old bat brew a golden liquid potion again.

This was the countless times he had seen him brewing.

Shaw's potion class was indeed average, but no matter how stupid he was, he now understood that this was not a felicity potion at all.

There was no topic to start with, so he asked if he didn't understand.

"Professor, this shouldn't be a felicity potion, then what kind of potion are you researching? You've been researching for more than a year."

Snape looked at Shaw with contempt, as if he was looking at a giant monster with a head full of sphinxes.

But for some reason, he didn't ridicule today, and told the truth.

"This is an ancient incomplete resurrection potion."

Shor was shocked. Who was this prepared for? Lily Evans? Or Voldemort? Or even someone else?

Why did the bat suddenly tell him?

He didn't show any emotion on his face and continued to test.

"Professor, resurrection is a magical taboo. From what I understand, even if there is such a potion, without the original owner's soul, the research will be useless. By the way, who are you researching for?"

Snape sneered without further explanation.

"Heh, ridiculous, the heir of a dark magic family talks to me about magical taboos? Tell me, it's so late, what trouble have you caused me again?"

Shor saw that Snape pointed it out but didn't say it clearly, he was trying to keep him hanging.

"Nothing, I saw you rushing away in the evening, and I'm concerned about my dean."

Snape paused with the spoon in his hand, and said meaningfully.

"Lockhart is not a simple person, at least not now. I advise you not to contact him too much, especially in his territory. Don't contact something you can't see through when you don't know the details."

Shor was stunned.

I'm afraid this is not just referring to Lockhart.

He immediately thought about whether the old bee was going to do something to him?

Alarm bells rang in his heart.

Snape is now almost catching up with the Riddler, and he speaks half-heartedly.

But thinking that the other party may be hindered by the unbreakable spell, he really can't say anything to him openly.

Shaw thought about it in his heart, he is also very strong, better than suspense.

"Thank you for the reminder, professor. By the way, I have a job that you are very interested in. Do you want to try it?"

Snape said disdainfully.

"Not interested. I said, when you promise to be able to kill the mysterious man, I can work for you."

Shaw knew that Snape would not kill the eagle until he saw the rabbit.

"Dean, you will be interested in this job. I have received information that the Pure Blood Society is now researching a magic machine tool that automatically produces potions and alchemical products. It needs a potion master to cooperate. After you go, won't you be able to find out more information?"

Snape turned his head and looked at Shaw with cold eyes, as if he was looking at a mentally retarded person.

Who is he playing with in his heart? Who is the human and who is the ghost?

If Voldemort really came back, how could he not summon me?

Shaw was getting more and more excessive and cunning. He obviously wanted to work for nothing, and he found such a high-sounding reason.

Snape wanted to refuse.

Shaw thought that the other party had indeed revealed a lot of information to him today, so he gritted his teeth and added.

"Dean, I heard that the Pure Blood Society is secretly looking for the Resurrection Stone. Are you really not going to apply for it? Otherwise, the Pure Blood Society will find Horace."

Snape's pupils shrank and his heartbeat accelerated.

Shaw's words, the subtext is not to let him really go to inquire about the news, but directly stated that there is news about the Resurrection Stone.

He went to work for nothing, and he would give it to him when he found it later, otherwise it's a waste of time.

Snape thought clearly and his voice was cold.

"Really?"

Shaw nodded, writing a blank check casually.

"When have I ever lied to the dean? It really happened."

Snape pondered for a while and nodded.

"Okay, who do you want to find?"

"Just find Lucius, you guys are familiar with him."

Snape was not surprised. Now he knew that the purebloods had beenWhy collect alchemical materials?

He weighed whether to tell the news to another person who always liked to exploit him.

Then he gave up. Dumbledore must have received the news long ago, but he didn't tell him.

It doesn't matter.

Snape waved his hand and started to drive him away.

"If you have nothing to do, get out of here."

Shaw was in a good mood at the moment. No matter what, he finally let Snape work for nothing, although he finally revealed the matter of the Resurrection Stone.

But it's reasonable to take several years to find such a legendary holy artifact, right?

The old bee can use a pair of eyes to make people go around for more than ten years.

He is much more honest.

Hearing Snape drive him away, he remembered the original purpose of this, and took out the broom without saying a word.

"Professor, don't you want to see my flying skills? I'll show you right now. Look at my great movement of the universe."

Then, under Snape's slightly surprised gaze, Shaw rode his broom around the office quickly, showing off his flying skills.

Some potion materials that had not been processed in the bucket on the ground were in trouble. They were blown everywhere by the small wind and waves, especially the snot and mucus.

Fortunately, the potions in the cabinets were protected by small protective magic, otherwise Snape would be half bankrupt today.

Shaw saw that Snape was already drawing his wand, so he quickly waved at the office door. After the door opened, he flew away with a whoosh.

Snape saw that the bastard had already escaped, and he was furious!

He waved his wand fiercely, and the powerful recovery spell and cleaning spell swept over, and the office quickly returned to its original state.

He then stood still for a long time, then took out an empty potion bottle from his arms, which still had some residual potion in it, and the color of the residual potion was as gorgeous as the imperial green.

"Alas."

After Snape sighed lightly, he burned the potion bottle to ashes with the fierce fire.

He turned around again to study the incomplete resurrection potion.

No words were spoken that night.

The next day, in the Slytherin lounge.

The little snakes found that the chief had appeared on the high platform again to supervise the morning self-study.

It was a pity that the dungeon could not see the sunrise, otherwise they would definitely go to see if the sun rose from the west.