Hogwarts' Wizarding Throne

When Shaw heard Vita's little story, he always felt strange.

First, he felt that it was a bit difficult to take action against Draco, the little brat, after all, the little brat had been performing well recently.

Second, this method, Voldemort did something similar in the original book, making Draco a Death Eater and entrusting him with the important task of assassinating Dumbledore.

In fact, Voldemort did not expect to succeed at all, he just wanted to punish the Malfoy family sincerely, because Lucius lost his notebook.

Shaw was thinking about it and just stepped on the spiral staircase, he heard a movement above his head.

He was at the entrance to the third floor, and the fourth floor was above his head.

"Potter! Going out at night during curfew, Gryffindor will deduct 20 points."

Shaw smiled, no matter how busy Snape was, he would not forget to complete the task assigned by Dumbledore in school.

Regardless of Le Si Bu Bi, Snape was directing and acting to catch Harry wandering at night.

Shaw shook his head and continued to go downstairs.

As soon as he reached the first floor, the communication poker in his arms began to vibrate. He took it out and saw that it was from Peeves: Come on, I found Mrs. Grey.

Without saying a word, Shaw ran to another Ravenclaw tower, and even the floating ring appeared behind him, which made him fly.

A minute later, he came to the third floor of the Ravenclaw tower, and saw Peeves with a big mouth and round eyes scratching his ears and cheeks at the entrance of the stairs.

After seeing Shaw, he arched his little butt and pointed at a courtyard in the middle of the tower and shouted.

"Big Devil, there, there! Mrs. Grey is there! Barrow didn't follow today!"

No matter how well Shaw's character is trained, he can't help but want to give Peeves, his pig teammate, a big slap in the face.

Is he stupid? He shouted so loudly, did he think that the female ghost was deaf?

But now he couldn't care about these things, he floated directly into the air and rushed to the courtyard.

Sure enough, Mrs. Grey, who was looking nostalgic in the courtyard, immediately turned cold and turned to float towards the wall behind.

Mrs. Grey was wearing a classical dress, a long pleated dress with a skirt.

So when she floated, her skirt was flying. If it weren't for the pearly white color, she could be called a fairy.

Shaw saw that she was about to sink into the wall, so he could only shout loudly.

"Ms. Grey, I know the whereabouts of the crown!"

Mrs. Grey paused, turned back and looked at Shaw coldly, as if she was looking at dung.

Coldly said: "Another sanctimonious, handsome and evil liar, I won't be fooled again."

Then she disappeared on the wall without looking back.

Shaw was speechless. He stopped above the courtyard and stopped his hand that was about to take the crown out of the ring. He clenched and unclenched his fist.

The lightning halberd appeared and disappeared from time to time.

He wanted to give the wall a powerful annihilation lightning strike!

There were even thunderclouds rolling in the sky above his head, which was obviously a sign of being angry and unable to control his magic.

Shaw exhaled, slowly landed on the ground, waved his hand to dispel the strange phenomenon, and finally sighed.

"It's all Voldemort's fault!"

When Voldemort was young, he was rosy-lipped and white-toothed, polite and likable, and even Mrs. Grey, who had been lonely for a thousand years, couldn't resist his sweet talk.

Well, in the end, Voldemort tricked the whereabouts of the Ravenclaw crown and ignored Mrs. Grey directly, so this female ghost became more sensitive and withdrawn.

Tsk tsk, Voldemort, a scumbag!

Shaw calmed down at this time, and Peeves' cheerful laughter came from behind him.

"Haha, the big devil chased the ghost in the middle of the night, was rejected, and is crying, isn't it shameful!"

Shaw thought that his character had been cultivated well, but today's experience made him know that he was wrong.

Calmness is a shield, but there are always things that can break the shield.

It's just a matter of encountering it or not.

Just like adults, collapse only in a moment!

Xiao Er urgently needs a punching bag now, so he turned around and waved his hand.

A triangular water prison with electricity was quickly formed, and in a moment, it covered Peeves who was just about to escape.

The arc on the water flow was crackling, making Peeves shiver. It is also a flexible person.

The more cruel you laugh at someone, the faster you admit your weakness.

Peeves immediately lay down on the ground, raised his butt high, and arched his head to look at Xiao Er with pitiful eyes. It was so funny.

"Big devil, I was wrong. I was just crazy. You are so great, why are you crying? I am a bad mouth. Can you forgive me again? I am still useful. I need to find Mrs. Grey for you."

Seeing its appearance, Shaw could not vent his anger even if he was angry. He almost laughed out of anger.

Forget it, just think of this guy as a person sent by God to hone his character.

So he said patiently to Peeves.

"If you see Mrs. Grey again in the future, remember to notify me. RememberDon't be so noisy next time."

Peeves nodded hurriedly.

"Remember, remember, don't shoot next time."

"Yes."

Shor waved his hand to remove the water prison, turned around and prepared to go back to the lounge.

But Peeves' big eyes rolled around behind him, and then floated behind Shaw, smiling.

"Big Devil, I've informed you this time, you can't blame me if you can't catch me, ahem, although I have a little responsibility, but I also worked hard, hehe, then can you fulfill part of what you promised me before?"

Shor couldn't do anything about this shameless guy.

But if you want the horse to run, you really need to feed it some grass.

After thinking it over, he started to draw cakes.

"It's not that this matter can't be discussed. You can do the preparations first, and then go to the Weasley twins of Gryffindor and ask them to study some prank props that are not harmful and a little insulting.

Bring the finished product to me for my inspection. If it is of suitable size, you can use it, but don't forget the business you promised!"

"Haha, of course I know which is more important. The big devil is wise and powerful. I will go to do it now. Hehe..."

Peeves smiled happily and ran to Gryffindor happily.

Shor really didn't have a good way to deal with this kind of naughty ghost who was immortal and only remembered to eat but not to be beaten.

Shaking his head, he continued to go to the lounge.

No words were spoken that night.

On the morning of the second day, Friday, Shaw saw Harry in a somewhat depressed spirit in the potion class.

It is estimated that this poor kid was tortured by Snape last night.

However, this is not the end. Snape was even more poisonous in this class.

Harry was brewing potions well, but they were all boiled into a mess by the old bat's sonic aggression.

"Harry Potter, you are not concentrating on brewing potions, Gryffindor will deduct 5 points. "

Snape looked at Harry's face, which turned red, and finally went to harm other little lions with satisfaction.

Harry was so angry that he almost wanted to put the crucible on the head of the venomous professor from behind.