Hogwarts' Wizarding Throne

In Austria, Nurmengard, it was a bitterly cold winter, with the north wind howling outside.

But this prison didn't look like a prison at all, it was decorated with a festive atmosphere, with Christmas trees planted everywhere.

The floors were also unusually lively, with the oldest saints bringing their children and grandchildren to celebrate the festival together, and the sound of children laughing and making noises was everywhere.

In the snow and wind not far from the entrance of the tower, the cold and noble Vita, wearing a purple cloak, walked slowly through the snow, like a stunning violet in the silver world.

She should have rushed back after the holiday at Hogwarts to share with Grindelwald the various interesting experiences of teaching Shaw and the warm daily life of mother and son.

However, when she arrived at the Austrian Ministry of Magic, a lot of things that others couldn't handle fell on her head.

Vita had no choice, but even if she worked day and night at the fastest speed, it took three days.

So her narrow and delicate eyes were full of bloodshot and fatigue at this moment.

Vita came to the entrance, and the old man who was guarding the door put down the newspaper in his hand, stood up from the fire, and saluted Vita very respectfully.

"Miss Vita, you are back."

Vita walked into the tower and asked lightly.

"Cafet, what has the master been busy with recently?"

The old man looked strange.

"Dumbledore has been here these days, and the master has been entertaining him."

The expectation in Vita's eyes was immediately wiped out.

"Well, you should keep warm. I will go up first."

Cafet thought about it and added.

"Miss Vita, there will be a dance party in the hall on the third floor. Do you want to attend?"

Vita turned around and said directly.

"Did the master tell you to say something to me?"

Cafet was frightened by the coldness in Vita's green eyes and shrank his neck, but he could only bite the bullet and say it.

"The master has ordered that after Miss Vita comes back, don't bother him tonight."

Vita's bright red lips trembled slightly, and her expression did not change. She just said "I know", and turned around to continue walking into the tower.

The old man at the gate couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Vita greeted some saints along the way, and showed a loving look to those children, and took out a small gift from time to time to give them.

When she returned to her own room in Nurmengard, Vita took off her cloak and hung it on the hanger at the door.

She walked to the wine cabinet, poured red wine, and drank several glasses of red wine to suppress the great disappointment in her heart.

Then she sat down at the desk and took out the Christmas gift from Shaw: a carousel.

There were originally two little people on it, and now there is one more little person.

Vita stared at the rotating wooden horse. "Shor" was in front, laughing and calling mom and dad. The two adult figures behind were holding hands and looking at "Shor" kindly.

After a while, Vita came back to her senses, wiped away the tears of emotion from the corners of her eyes, and gently put away the wooden horse.

Then she summoned the swan patronus to convey the message that she would not attend the Christmas ball.

After doing all this, she did not take off her clothes, and fell asleep on the bed tiredly, with a slight smile on her lips and a frown on her eyebrows.

Christmas, Vita spent in a dream.

At this time, in the office on the top of Nurmengard.

There was a large dining table in the middle, filled with all kinds of sumptuous food, and all around were decorated with various Christmas ornaments.

Grindelwald, dressed in black, and Dumbledore, dressed in white, sat opposite each other. The two old men wore the same cashmere pointed hats, looking very happy.

They had finished Christmas dinner.

At this moment, Dumbledore was making milk tea in a serious manner.

Grindelwald floated a string of candied haws in front of Dumbledore and actively recommended it.

"Albus, what's so good about milk tea? Besides, is it milk tea you are making? That's syrup, right? Eating too much can easily cause diabetes. Try this, it's sour and sweet and helps digestion."

Dumbledore waved his hand and put the candied haws on a plate beside him, and said with a little pride.

"Gellert, you have a stereotype. The milk tea I'm making now is not nine sugars and one tea, but five sugars, four teas and one pearl. It's especially delicious.

Shaw said it was good after drinking it. You'll know when you try it."

Grindelwald hummed in confusion.

"Shor likes bitter tea, right? Stop talking nonsense."

Dumbledore said indifferently.

"People change. After I taught Shaw the Patronus, I saw him drinking milk tea every day."

Grindelwald's joking eyes turned slightly serious.

"Is it true? But why do I hear that he is also very good at Fire Guard? The Fiery Blaze is a dark magic. Did you teach him that?"

Dumbledore paused while making milk tea and raised his head in confusion.

"Didn't you teach me Fire Guard? And my Water Prison Technique, have you taught it to Shaw?" Grindelwald blinked. "I thought you taught me all of them." Well, the two old men seemed to have finally discovered Shaw's talent. Although Shaw's use of Fire Guard to identify Death Eaters at Malfoy Manor was kept secret, Grindelwald and Dumbledore, who were well-informed, soon found out. Before, both of them thought that some advanced spells were taught by the other. After all, at their level and understanding of magic, they can use spells even if they are not the best at them. And this unintentional chat, it seems that they suddenly discovered that Shaw seems to have an unknown way to acquire knowledge. .

They didn't believe Shaw's lies that these spells were all learned from the Black family.

Even if there were similar spells, could he learn them by himself?

There couldn't be such a genius! Absolutely not!

So the two thought that the "person" who could teach Shaw to use the Fire Escape and Water Prison to the point of touching the legendary threshold must also be a legend.

The two old men who had just happily celebrated Christmas stared at each other for a while.

"Albus, Shaw has been in Hogwarts all the time, and this is under your nose. Didn't you notice anything unusual?"

Facing Grindelwald's question, Dumbledore looked at him unhappily.

"Gellert, why are you so secretive? Do you dare to say that you didn't send anyone to Hogwarts? I think that Lockhart is very abnormal, and I didn't expose him to give you face. "

Grindelwald said calmly.

"This is about the future. I am just adding chips and giving it a boost."

Dumbledore ignored Grindelwald's words. A gleam flashed in his azure eyes. He recalled Shaw's experience again and analyzed it.

"Shor was already proficient in using the Water Prison to threaten the Sorting Hat at the opening banquet, so he had studied magic for a long time before going to school.

But when I first met him, he was clearly in a magic riot and should not know how to cast spells. Could it be that Shaw was on guard against me at that time?"

Grindelwald's expression also became serious. His heterochromatic eyes flashed and returned to their usual normal blue appearance.

"There is no other existence in the picture. Could it be those so-called "world controllers" who are hidden very deeply? Or is it the intervention of the Eastern magic world? After all, Shaw's unprovoked love for Chinese culture is very puzzling. "

Dumbledore shook his head.

"No, no, no, I have to send someone to check again."

Dumbledore wanted to get up and was stopped by Grindelwald.

"Albus! You are not allowed to go! If you dare to step out of this door tonight, I will go downstairs to attend the Christmas ball. If there are any bad consequences..."

Dumbledore stood up and sat down slowly, smiling.

"Yes, yes, no hurry, no hurry, have a good Christmas today."