Hogwarts' Wizarding Throne

Shaw had expected something before he came.

"Professor, it's about joining the Quidditch national team, right?"

McGreg's serious face showed some self-blame.

"Yes, you perform very well on the court. It doesn't matter if you don't train normally. I heard that you don't train much normally.

I thought the coach of the England national team would be eager to sign you after watching your game, but I didn't expect that.

I asked a friend last night. This coach is not a good person. He is nepotistic. The England national team is badly led by him. He also claimed that he doesn't need players like you who don't obey his discipline.

So I thought about it seriously and could only introduce you to the Irish team. They are very strong. The only shortcoming of this team is the seeker.

If you join, your unique batting skills can completely interfere with the opponent's catcher.

What do you think?"

Shor's eyes flashed a gleam.

He really doesn't care which team he joins, as long as he can participate in the Quidditch World Cup final.

But what made him unhappy was the head coach who he had only met once yesterday. If he didn't sign, then he wouldn't sign. What was he threatening?

Could he be a fool who didn't understand the ways of the world? Didn't anyone tell him who was in charge in the UK now?

Shaw said to Professor McGonagall with a calm face.

"Professor, you can make the decision, but it seems that you still want me to join the England national team."

McGonagall rubbed her brows and sighed.

"You know the political structure of the UK. There are always all kinds of awkwardness. The four regions united together are the most powerful Britain.

If Ireland wins the championship in the future, it will be a good thing and a bad thing.

And if England wins the championship, it will basically be a good thing. The influence and centripetal force of Quidditch are greater than you think."

Shaw didn't expect McGonagall to be a great unificationist. It's not surprising to think about it. The other party's underlying principle is rules.

He didn't express any opinions directly.

Anyway, he will rule the British Ministry of Magic in the future, and he won't spoil those people.

How can there be so much freedom?

Peace, stability, and prosperity are the greatest freedom.

Shaw looked at Magg with a frown on his face, thinking that the professor was really good to him. Although he didn't like it, good intentions were good intentions.

"Professor, why don't you do this first? Don't worry about joining the national team. I will find a way to replace the head coach of the England national team. You know, I have the ability to do it."

Magg's brows did not relax, but frowned deeper. He carefully chose his words and spoke for a long time.

"Shore, I have been observing you since you wanted to rectify the academy. You like to follow rules and maintain fairness, which has always been my opinion.

Although there are many rumors about you, some good and some bad, I have always believed that you are a kind child.

From the abolition of electrotherapy, we can see that you are not bad-hearted. Professor Flitwick also said that you are a good student who can correct his mistakes.

To be honest, I am also very dissatisfied with the corrupt wizard society, but I have no wisdom and ability to change it. I can only do some insignificant educational work in school.

You are a talented and wise child. In principle, I support your work, but I hope you don't do it too harshly. The wizard population is too small and can't stand it."

Shore listened to Professor McGonagall's advice silently.

The other party may have wanted to say these words to him a long time ago.

Shore remembered that Professor McGonagall was actually a poor man and a victim of the International Statute of Secrecy.

McGonagall was of mixed blood.

The mother of the pure-blood witch gave up the right to use the wand, fell in love with her father, a Muggle priest, and eloped to a small village in the Scottish Highlands.

The difficult life there is not enough to describe in a few words, especially for a wizard to suppress the instinct to cast spells, which is a very painful thing. McGonagall's mother gradually became depressed.

With the birth of McGonagall and the display of magical abilities, his father and neighbors found something strange.

The mother had to confess. Fortunately, although McGonagall's father was a clergyman and believed in God, he loved his wife and daughter more.

Then the family lived cautiously.

Until McGonagall entered Gryffindor at Hogwarts and became an excellent little witch. She was youthful on the Quidditch field, and her talent for transfiguration was superb. She became a registered Animagus.

The school days may be one of the few good memories of McGonagall, which is also the reason why she came back to teach.

After graduation, McGonagall repeated her mother's mistakes and fell in love with a farmer's boy. It was a bitter love.

Before the two entered into marriage, Mag recalled that she had witnessed her parents' miserable marriage life from a close distance since she was a child.

So Mag regretted it and left in pain.

LaterAfter working at the Ministry of Magic, the atmosphere of the Ministry of Magic despising Muggles everywhere made McGonagall, who liked Muggles, feel out of place.

A boss liked McGonagall and proposed to her many times, but McGonagall could not forget the farmer's son and did not accept.

McGonagall then resigned and became a professor at Hogwarts. A few years later, McGonagall was heartbroken when she heard the news that the farmer's son was getting married.

After that, the boss of the Ministry of Magic proposed to her many times again. It was not until the farmer's son died unexpectedly that McGonagall's emotions were released. After she got over the heartbreak, she accepted the boss who had always loved her.

After the two got married, McGonagall kept her Muggle surname and did not care about being ridiculed.

But the good times did not last long. After only three years, her husband died of illness.

After another great sorrow and pain, McGonagall could only devote all her emotions to educating the little wizard.

McGonagall had a very hard life and was completely one of the victims of the International Statute of Secrecy and the deformed wizard society.

After thinking it over, it was not surprising that Shaw told McGonagall that he supported her in principle.

The other party was just a little worried about his methods.

He thought about it and decided to use a few words to comfort the cold-faced but warm-hearted witch.

After all, he was able to carry out his work so smoothly in the school because he owed a lot of favors to Professor McGonagall.

"Professor, don't think too much. Whatever I want to do, you and Headmaster Dumbledore will watch over it. I won't do anything wrong."

McGonagall smiled with relief and reached out to touch Shaw's head.

"You should know that Dumbledore has a secret society, and many members of it say you are doing a good job.

Although some people say that you are pretending and need to be vigilant, I would rather believe that you are really doing good for the magic world. As long as the means are reasonable, I will support you."

The two chatted for a while, and Shaw said goodbye and left.

When he walked out the door, Shaw's warm face became as calm as waves.

"Judging from Professor McGonagall's attitude today, everything is going in a good direction.

But it seems that some people still don't know what's good for them. When the gentle breeze is gentle, there must be some thunder occasionally.

Well, let's start with that tactless little coach. A small official under the Sports Department dares to do such a wicked thing.

He ignores talents, appoints people based on personal connections, and is corrupt. No wonder the team he leads can't enter the World Cup.

He must be sent to dig through the trash for a few days!"