Hogwarts' Wizarding Throne

Crowds gathered in the shop to watch the excitement.

Shaw's eyes condensed slightly, and he released his magic power, pushing some people aside and coming to the front row without leaving any trace.

In the center of the field, a graceful middle-aged man with luxurious clothes and gold beads and agates was kicking a witch in shabby clothes.

The witch curled up on the ground, without resistance, but tightly held the bag of potions in her arms, crying and begging for mercy.

"Wow, I can't give it to you, I really can't give it to you.

This is what I use to save my daughter's life. Only the goods here are cheap, so I can afford it."

The middle-aged man was furious, and disliked that his clean boots were stained by the witch's dirty clothes, so he wanted to pull out his wand to continue to teach her a lesson.

The clerk of the potion shop warned sternly.

"Sir, please stop your rude behavior. This limited batch of high-end potions was obtained by this lady after queuing all night. If you really want to buy it, go early tomorrow morning!"

The graceful middle-aged man turned his head and pointed his chin at the clerk.

"The goods have already left the cabinet, so it has nothing to do with you. Now it's a matter between me and this lowly witch.

Besides, I didn't rob them by force. Didn't I pay the price? It's this witch who doesn't know what's good for her.

If you ask me, the management of the British Ministry of Magic is really inadequate. Hogsmeade is such a clean place, so lowly and dirty people shouldn't be allowed in casually."

His words were very hateful, and many nearby Muggle wizards and half-bloods glared at him.

The clerk had already pressed the alarm secretly, and then said with reason.

"Sir, please don't apply your backward and ignorant ideas to Britain.

Under the leadership of the great Lord Black, Britain has become an equal and free country. There is no blood discrimination here!"

"Well said!"

"Pierre, you are really great."

"Long live Lord Black!"

Passersby cheered.

The middle-aged man's face became more and more ashamed and angry. He pointed his wand at the people around him and said arrogantly.

"Shut up, everyone. If you were in India, you would all be hung up and whipped, so that you know what is superior and inferior!"

Passersby didn't argue with him. After all, this was not the first person to act arrogantly in Hogsmeade. Someone would give him a long memory.

Shor watched coldly, without any intention of slapping these ignorant superiors in the face. It was just right to see how well his subordinates enforced the law.

Sure enough, the next moment.

A team of purple-clad witch police walked in through the crowd.

They were disciplined and walked in unison.

"What are you doing? I am Toga Twiddy, the deputy minister of the Indian Ministry of Magic. I was sincerely invited by your Director Crouch. I am a foreign guest and have legal immunity."

After the witch police entered the human circle, they first disarmed the wand in the hands of the graceful middle-aged man who was cursing, and then began to understand what had just happened.

After some inquiries, and the testimony of passers-by, the leader first possessed the downtrodden witch and comforted her with a gentle voice.

"Madam, don't worry. In Britain, the guilty will be punished."

The witch was grateful and thanked him repeatedly.

"Thank you, you British are really good people."

"Our leader is Lord Black. May his light shine on your country soon."

The leader said piously, and then looked at the middle-aged man with a bad look.

"Mr. Tividi, I'm sorry, there is no such thing as immunity in the UK.

No matter how great your background is, now that you are in the territory of the British wizarding world, you must abide by our laws.

Now that you are disturbing public order and beating others, you need to follow us to the Ministry of Justice to participate in the investigation and conviction."

"You can't do this, why do you do it for a lowly..."

Tividi was indignant, but the witch police didn't give him any intention of refutation, and directly detained him to be honest.

He said to the people nearby, "Everyone is welcome to supervise the judiciary."

Then he took the clerk and the witch, as well as a few enthusiastic passers-by witnesses and left.

Other passers-by were very happy and applauded, saying that they would definitely supervise and so on.

Shaw watched from the side. The witch police enforced the law with reason and impartiality, and he couldn't help but nod secretly.

Daniel, the chief of the witch police, did a good job.

While Shaw was watching, he also carefully observed the reactions of people from other countries.

The situation is probably that pure-bloods are disdainful, while commoners yearn for them.

"Huh, there is a long way to go!"

Shor sighed and thought to himself, could these criminals be sent by "those people"?

Maybe it is true.

While thinking, he turned and walked towards the Ministry of Magic's office in Hogsmeade.

Office.

The disguised Shaw, holding a sequence card, came to Barty Crouch's office under the respectful guidance of a clerk.

Barty had just finished dealing with a matter,He was standing up and putting a large stack of documents into a closet.

"Locke, are you bringing this gentleman here?"

When he saw the people coming, he didn't think much of it, but one of them was agitated and turned into Shoreblake.

After a slight pause, Old Batty hurried forward and said respectfully.

"Sir, you are here, welcome, welcome."

And the clerk was stunned on the spot, and soon he was trembling with excitement, beating his chest and shouting clumsily.

"Long live the leader!"

Shor looked at him in surprise, and then he could understand the other party's behavior.

Although he has stood at the forefront, the policies he implemented are very popular with the people, and his prestige is getting higher and higher.

But he doesn't often appear in public. I don't know how many legends about him are circulating in the market. The atmosphere of personal worship is strong, and there are even some myths.

So it is easy to understand why this ordinary clerk is so excited.

"Thank you for your hard work."

Shor smiled warmly at the man, and Batty also said at the right time.

"Locke, you go down first. The master and I have something important to discuss."

The clerk named Locke didn't look at Batty, but still stared at Shaw with a fanatical look.

Shaw smiled knowingly and wanted to give him a small item, but thought it was inappropriate, so he reached out and patted his shoulder.

"You are so spirited. The Ministry of Magic will become stronger and stronger with you as the cornerstone. You go out first."

Locke was so inspired that he couldn't help himself. He excitedly pulled out his wand and pointed it at the sky.

"No, Britain will be glorious only if it has a leader. I am willing to die for you!

I will withdraw now and will not disturb the leader to discuss important matters."

He performed a wizard salute respectfully again, and then turned around and left with a sonorous step.

Batty was very touched watching from the side, and he also flattered him.

"Your Excellency's wisdom has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. Under your leadership, Britain will surely make wizards great again."

Shor was not too proud, but felt boundless pressure. He walked to the sofa and sat down, and got straight to the point.

"The conference will start in a few days. Through recent contacts, what is the attitude of various countries? Is there anyone who deliberately comes to make trouble?"