Hogwarts' Wizarding Throne

"Great! Sister, you're finally well!"

"Chief, thank you!"

Astoria woke up soon, and the Greengrass family was naturally filled with tears of joy. After hugging, they naturally thanked Shaw.

Lucius was also happy. Seeing that Wengo was still a little weak, he prepared a big celebration banquet on behalf of his "good friend". I don't know how many invitations were sent out, so I won't say more about them.

On the balcony on the top floor of the small building, Shaw and Dumbledore looked at the scenery and drank tea.

For a while, the two did not say much, and chose to avoid mentioning the "Death God in the Gate" just now.

So there was only the gurgling sound of boiling water in the silence.

After each of them drank three cups, Dumbledore hesitated a little, and still mentioned the purpose of coming here before.

"Shor, since the invisibility cloak has been used up, why don't you let me return it to Harry on your behalf? After all, this is a relic left to him by Harry's father."

Shor put down the white jade teacup and picked up the teapot again to pour tea for the two teacups.

Then he said calmly.

"Principal, I borrowed the things from Harry personally, so I will return them in person. Some things are better done in person.

Principal, there is no need to beat around the bush. How old is Sirius? He actually tells tales. Isn't it funny?"

Dumbledore smiled bitterly, took a sip from the teacup to hide his embarrassment, and continued to try to persuade.

"Sirius is indeed stubborn, but it cannot be denied that he is a good person. We should be more tolerant."

Shor shook his head.

"Principal, tolerance is not given in this way. Do you know who is the most terrible and pitiful person in this world?"

Dumbledore raised his eyebrows, knowing that Shaw already had his own answer to this question, and it would be very hurtful.

But the old bee still wanted to instill his understanding into Shaw, and said in an affirmative tone.

"People with dark hearts are the most terrible, and people without love are the most pitiful."

Shor was not surprised by this answer at all, and shook his head.

"Headmaster, you are talking about two kinds of people, and I am asking about the same kind of people.

The terrible and pitiful people are those who mean well but do bad things, and are unaware of it, and are easily moved by themselves.

They are those who abandon their homes and careers, cut off their relatives, and cling to their own ideals.

I call these people low-energy idealists.

They think they are righteous, but their abilities and knowledge are not up to par. They are blind, narrow-minded, and stubborn.

Not only do these people often cause everyone's careers to fail, they often cause their comrades to die, and in the end they will shamelessly sigh that they have the will to kill the thief, but they are powerless to save the situation.

Oh, these people always like to atone for their sins with death in the end to show off their loyalty and selflessness.

But who will pity the innocent people who are implicated?"

Dumbledore was speechless.

He knew that every word Shaw said seemed to be resentful of Sirius, but every word was very correct, and it was not specifically referring to Sirius.

The old bee is good at teaching and persuading.

But the friendly forces are really weak. Sirius has no other advantages except recklessness and justice. How can he refute?

He estimated that if he persuaded more, he might be immediately charged with abetment.

Dumbledore did not continue the topic and glanced at Shaw's clenched left hand.

"I see you have stored the blood curse. This kind of thing is good for research, but don't use it to harm people."

"Don't worry, principal, I'm just studying its deformation characteristics and won't use it for anything else."

Shaw smiled and explained, then changed the subject.

"Principal, how are the preparations for the Five Strongest Tournament? How many people will come from those schools and when will they come?"

Dumbledore thought quickly and revealed some information in advance.

"The tournament will not start until the end of October. When we meet and negotiate at the headquarters of the International Wizarding Association, we will use this tournament to mediate the conflict between the Russian Ministry of Magic and the US Congress, so there will be many adult wizards coming."

Shor nodded in understanding.

"Hogwarts is only suitable for young wizards to stay. It is better to arrange all the adult wizards in Hogsmeade. The Ministry of Magic has recently planned to expand this village into a small town."

Dumbledore was surprised.

"Oh? Wizards have never had large towns. Why do you have this plan?"

Shor smiled confidently and talked about some future plans.

"The reason why wizards are so isolated is that they live too scattered and have too little magic communication. If they gather together, it will not only be easier to manage, but also have many other benefits.

Prosperous business and a good life are magical, which can make people burst out with many unimaginable potential.

I also plan to build a magic technology laboratory in Hogsmeade. Most of the Ravenclaws who graduated from Hogwarts last year will go toCome work here.

The rebuilt Hogsmeade can be used to accommodate the negotiation teams accompanying the Five Power Tournament, which can be regarded as an early experiment of our management work. "

Dumbledore frowned slightly, thought for a while before nodding.

"It's a good idea. Does it require the cooperation of Hogwarts?"

Shor waved his hand.

"Not for the time being. By the way, Principal, what is the conflict between the Russian Ministry of Magic and the US Congress?"

Shor actually has his own information channels, but most of them are hearsay and not very accurate.

Today, I also took the opportunity to hear the most formal statement from Dumbledore.

Dumbledore blinked, wiped the tea stains dripping on his white beard, and then stood up and laughed.

"Ha, you will know this when the tournament comes. It's getting late. I have to go back first. "

Shor resisted the urge to roll his eyes and asked again before Dumbledore left the balcony.

"Headmaster, will there be any restrictions on the warriors who can participate in the Five Strongest Competition?"

Dumbledore paused and continued to walk out without looking back.

"I think there should be. After all, your strength is no secret. But I will fight for the treatment you deserve. "

Shor looked at the disappearing figure of the old bee, his expression did not change.

It was not surprising that the championship really had restrictions on him. If he played, it would be a bit of a bully.

What he was thinking about now was the Albanian issue, and whether it would affect the Five-Power Championship.

Dumbledore just avoided talking to him about the "God of Death" and did not even mention the Albanian issue.

It seems that everyone has their own plans.

Just as he was thinking about how to deal with it, the "system" sounded a prompt.

Shor saw it and almost jumped up with excitement.

As he expected, Astoria really contributed a little fanaticism to him.

After all the hard work, he finally collected ten points of level 3 faith.

Shor was excited for a while, then quickly calmed down and prepared to draw the lottery!