Hogwarts' Wizarding Throne

Although it had not snowed in the Albanian forest at the end of December, the grass was still covered with thick frost, and the trees were covered with icicles, which was very beautiful.

This place seemed to have a different scenery, but now the forest was full of dangers and murder.

Under a big tree, there was a simple hidden tree house.

In the house, Tom, who had changed into a clean silver robe, was eating simple "food".

He did not make a fire, not because he was not afraid of the cold, but because the smoke would attract the enemy's peeping and even attack.

Recently, the two mysterious forces that were chasing him, the one without tattoos no longer attacked him, but focused on finding Voldemort.

As for the force with the Ouroboros tattooed around the cross, it was still biting him.

In fact, this force also had another team chasing Voldemort.

To be precise, in this deep forest, there had been a lot of killing, except for the Albanian Ministry of Magic, which withdrew the earliest.

Cross-tailed snake, unknown forces, international Auror forces, himself and Voldemort, and recently some veteran Death Eaters who don't listen to his command, it's a mess.

Tom didn't locate and hunt down those disobedient Death Eaters, in fact, it was like fishing.

Others basically killed each other when they met, even in this cold winter.

Tom could actually withdraw first, but recently he found some unexpected situations in this forest.

That is, in some deep buried and accidentally exposed ruins, eagle and giant snake totems were found.

So Tom also planned to consume.

He estimated that those who hunted him probably wanted to conceal the situation here.

And Voldemort stayed here for ten years before, and he was afraid that he was reluctant to leave for this reason.

And Tom didn't report this information to Shaw immediately.

A sharp icicle fell from the top of the tree house and hit the frosted vines and broke into several sections.

"Crack."

Tom concentrated and sensed it, but found nothing unusual.

He continued to put the last bit of food into his mouth.

Although his body was made of alchemy, he still had five senses, felt hungry, and needed to "recharge", but the food he ate was not ordinary food.

It was the special "food" that Shaw occasionally brought with Purple Shadow's remote Apparition. If it were an ordinary person, he would probably go bankrupt.

Afterwards, Tom took out the Slytherin locket from his arms and rubbed it carefully, and his gloomy eyes became much gentler.

Then he took out another locket with a similar style and body temperature.

This was Shaw's gift to Tom this year, the one that Regulus copied, a very meaningful item.

When Tom received this gift in the morning, he was in a trance for several seconds.

He almost couldn't help but return to England immediately to report the new intelligence he had discovered.

What's more, he wanted to suppress the most hidden rebelliousness in his heart.

Tom held the replica locket in his hand, his expression was inexplicable, and the shadow of the purple chain flashed in his dark pupils from time to time.

He tried to use his magic power to destroy the locket several times, but he couldn't do it in the end. Instead, a certain figure in his eyes became clearer and clearer.

Before he could hesitate, there was movement in the distance.

"Crack, crack"

In the silent forest, there was a sound of footsteps that crushed the frost from far away.

"Who is it!"

Tom quickly put the two lockets into his arms, stood up suddenly, and the bone-handled magic wand was in his hand, with the tip of the wand pointing to the distance and spewing green light.

The man hurriedly spoke loudly.

"Dark Lord, don't rush to fight, I'm not here to fight, but to seek cooperation."

"Humph! Your surrender is the best cooperation."

Tom's eyes were cold, and he didn't say much nonsense. He raised his magic wand, and black mist filled the surroundings, and snake-shaped chains swirled out.

The person who came was a cloaked man. Seeing that his opponent started fighting immediately, the black mist chains quickly strangled him, and the corners of his eyes in the shadow under the hood twitched.

He hurriedly shouted out the biggest bargaining chip for the negotiation.

"Dark Lord, why don't we catch Voldemort together first, and then explore the thousand-year-old Temple of Faith in the forest together?"

Tom paused when he heard this. He pushed away the black mist and slowly walked towards the cloaked man.

Ignoring the matter of catching Voldemort together, he asked directly.

"Temple of Faith? What is this? And which force do you belong to?"

The cloaked man secretly breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the cold sweat from his head without leaving a trace.

"Dark Lord, it doesn't matter who I am. I had a misunderstanding before and mistook you for Voldemort. I am very sorry for this, so I came to you with sincerity to cooperate, right?

As for the Temple of Faith, it has to start from a thousand years ago. A thousand years ago was the last great era when magic prevailed, and there was more than one pseudo-god system in Northern Europe..."

…….At the Black mansion, after Shaw returned home, he was about to wash up and go back to the bedroom.

But Kreche came to report.

"Master, Theodore, who stood for half a day last year, stood outside for a long time again. I asked him to come in this time, but he refused."

Shaw was slightly stunned, with a strange look on his face. What was Theodore doing again?

He put down the towel and went downstairs.

When he went out to the door, he saw that Theodore had turned into a snowman again. The only difference from last year was that he was a small snowman last year, but this year he was a big snowman, and because of his silver hair, he looked even more like a snowman.

Shaw was a little annoyed, but he still stepped forward and used a spell to clean the snow on the other person's body and cast a warming spell.

He asked gently.

"What are you doing?"

Theodore took out an application form from his arms with his frozen hands.

"Head, this is my application for withdrawal. Please hand it to Professor McGonagall after the school starts."

Shor's warm eyes darkened a little. He did not take the application form, but asked directly.

"Why?"

Theodore's eyes drifted slightly, and he did not dare to look into Shaw's eyes.

"I feel that I can't learn anything in school. Potions and Transfiguration are not my strengths, so I am going to travel."

Shor reached out and brushed the snow off Theodore's shoulders again, and said patiently.

"Tell the truth."

Theodore subconsciously clenched his fists and exhaled a breath of hot air before speaking.

"I know that old Nott escaped from prison, and brought a group of people with him. This will cause you a lot of trouble, and even revive Voldemort, so I must catch him back!"

Shor's hand that was brushing the snow paused, and tried to persuade.

"It doesn't really matter whether old Nott is caught or not. It doesn't matter even if Voldemort returns. You are still in school and should spend a complete student life."

Theodore's eyes were still firm and he said in a sonorous voice.

"You are already standing in front of the stage. There will be many robberies and arrows in the future, so I don't need to waste my time in school.

The professors won't teach me how to kill people. I need to go to the outside world to experience it and become stronger as quickly as possible, so that I can come back to help you kill those rebels!"

Shor sighed secretly, feeling complicated. It was both gratifying and regretful.

He also knew that Theodore had made up his mind and could not be persuaded. After a moment of hesitation, he took out a magic storage poker without a suit and a tail feather of Ziying from the ring.

"Take it. Be careful outside in the future. If you encounter danger, pinch this feather and I will get there as soon as possible."

Theodore took a card and a feather, and his pale cheeks finally relaxed. His eyes were bright and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. He was very sunny.