Hogwarts' Wizarding Throne

Shaw pondered for a moment. Burns had no way out. Even contact and winning him over would not work, as it would cause unpredictable backlash.

Could he make some contribution to Pierce? For example, to vindicate Sirius? Or to arrest some dark wizards or even "Death Eaters"?

Suddenly, he suddenly thought of a candidate that Lucius had ignored: Barty Crouch.

Although he only met this man briefly outside the principal's office last time and chatted with him casually for a few words.

But he also found that this serious and rigid director of the International Exchange and Cooperation Department, who was known for his fairness and strictness, was not an old politician willing to be inferior to others.

After a mental calculation, he said.

"First stabilize Fudge and secretly prepare negative materials about him. When I find a suitable candidate, I will deal with this idiot who is blinded by power and wealth!"

Everyone speculated who the Dark Lord would let be the next minister, but after thinking about it, except for Pierce, there was no one else suitable among his own people.

Shaw had no intention of explaining. Keeping a little mystery is also an indispensable means for superiors.

Then he asked these people about the real purpose of the meeting today.

"I was in seclusion studying magic before. Lucius reported that you wanted to see me. Now I am here. Are you dissatisfied with the shares of the Chamber of Commerce? Tell me, who is dissatisfied?"

The meeting room was silent, only Selwyn, who was curled up on the ground, cried out from time to time, and he covered his mouth tightly.

These Death Eaters are like this. When they are behind the Dark Lord, they are all talking nonsense and dissatisfied. When they meet the real master, they dare not say a word.

Shaw's eyes flashed with disdain. If it were not for the initial development that needed to rely on the power of these people, he would not want to use any of them except a limited number.

A group of short-sighted people.

Although he and Tom monopolized 70% of the Chamber of Commerce, the money they earned in the future would not be used by themselves.

It would only be used to invest in expanding production.

And doesn't it cost money to gather talents?

Forget it, there is no need to talk about this with these people.

I will train a group of loyal followers in the future, and then accept the saints who fight for their ideals. Well, I can't let go of those people in the Order of the Phoenix who will work for no money.

Seeing that no one said anything for a long time.

Shaw stood up, glanced around with a cold look, and said coldly.

"I don't want anyone to bother me with the already determined shares in the future. Friends, take a long-term view. Our future is to harvest the world.

Okay, adjourn the meeting!"

After the meeting.

Shaw asked Lucius, Snape, and Borgin and Burke to stay.

Others left one after another, and Selwyn was dragged away by Acrylic.

Shaw led three people with different expressions to the laboratory in the basement of the manor.

When they arrived at the door of the laboratory, Shaw asked Lucius and Borgin and Burke to go in first, leaving Snape with an indifferent face alone.

After setting up a "blocking ears and blocking listening" barrier.

Shaw said lightly.

"Severus Snape, you don't seem to recognize me as your master?"

Snape kept his eyes empty and said word by word.

"Yes, you are not the original Dark Lord."

Shor was almost laughing to death, and continued to speak lightly.

"It seems that you are very loyal."

Snape was still expressionless and concise.

"Yes."

Shor looked at Snape with a gloomy look and said something heartbreaking.

"But how come I heard that your most beloved person died at the hands of Voldemort, but you are still so loyal, huh, it's really amazing."

Snape's body trembled slightly, and his brain block technique almost broke, and his indifferent look almost couldn't hold back, and he said in a dry voice.

"I, I don't care."

Shor's eyes flashed with pity, and he shook his head slightly.

"You don't need to pretend. Although Voldemort and I are from the same soul, I was separated before you were born. So strictly speaking, I have no grudge against you. If you can be loyal to me, I can help you kill Voldemort completely and avenge your beloved woman."

Snape quickly regained his composure and said in a sarcastic tone.

"You should be a Horcrux. How can you kill Voldemort if you don't die?"

Shor certainly knew this, but it didn't mean that he couldn't make random promises.

"How much do you know about the secrets of the soul? As long as I can completely cut off the connection with Voldemort, he is him and I am me, can't I kill him completely?"

Snape is not a child. He will not be fooled by this dark lord who came out of nowhere.

His tone was still cold.

"Then let's talk about it after you completely cut off the connection."

Shor narrowed his eyes and sighed that it was not that easy.

But he had heard about the alchemy machine from Lucius before, and the progress was indeed greatly accelerated after Snape joined.

But this guy didn't actuallyThe machine tool can only produce the simplest potion, which can be brewed by a first-year wizard.

After all, the alchemical machine tool is not a wizard. The simpler the steps of brewing potions are, the higher the success rate.

Shaw attaches great importance to Snape's talent for improving and simplifying potion formulas.

In this regard, Snape, the potion master, is really unmatched in the entire wizarding world.

So Shaw had to find a way to win his loyalty.

After a little calculation, if one big pie doesn't work, use a bigger pie.

"Snape, Shaw and I have made it clear that you come to help study the alchemical machine tool. Do you want to find out about the resurrection stone?"

Snape blinked, and a thought flashed in his empty eyes. It seems that Shaw has a special relationship with this new Dark Lord.

Since everyone knows it, he has nothing to hide.

"Yes."

Shaw grabbed his hand in the air.

"Let me tell you this, the Resurrection Stone, the Deathly Hallows, is already a Horcrux of Voldemort. He has hidden it very deep. Apart from Voldemort himself, only I can find it. Do you understand what I mean?"

Snape's eyes were no longer empty, and he stared at the Dark Lord. He never thought that the whereabouts of the Resurrection Stone he had found out would be like this.

After taking a few deep breaths, he said in a deep voice.

"Tell me where the Resurrection Stone is? I am willing to be loyal to you!"

Shor reached out and patted Snape's shoulder.

"Loyalty? Actually, I don't need your loyalty. You must know the value of the Resurrection Stone. How about this, when the alchemy machine can brew a fifth-grade level potion, I will give you the Resurrection Stone."

Snape clenched his fist tightly, wanting to punch the Dark Lord in the face.

Why does everyone who wants to use him control him like this?

In the end, he compromised.

"It's a deal."

After saying that, Snape waved his robe sleeves, breaking the "deaf ears" spell, and rushed into the laboratory in his black robe, as if he wanted to complain about his anger and expectations to the research.

Watching Snape enter the laboratory, Shaw reached out and touched his chest.

See if his conscience hurts?

A little bit.

But whether Snape devotes all his efforts to the research is really important.

And the Resurrection Stone is indeed worth the price.

Well, let's see if we can find a replacement for this poor man from somewhere else.