Hogwarts' Wizarding Throne

"Hehe..."

Draco seemed to have his neck pinched. He opened his mouth several times and could only make some meaningless throat sounds.

He thought to himself that Shaw never said how strong and powerful he was.

But who wouldn't give him a thumbs up and show admiration when seeing him?

He restrained his excitement and bowed.

"Chief, I know."

Shor smiled knowingly, and his daily teasing of the arrogant guy was accomplished.

Then he cast another clean-up on Draco and told him to go to bed early.

But who is the arrogant guy?

The next morning, before the morning self-study started, he showed up in the public lounge early.

He brags to everyone he meets.

"..., Harry's blasting spell was very powerful, but I was not bad either. I gracefully used my wand to send out an armor shield to block it, and then I used a backhanded golden bell. Haha, I defeated the savior in an instant."

After his story was greeted with cheers from the first and second grade wizards, he took out the exquisite playing card again.

"See? This is what the chief gave me for self-defense. In the end, those little lions couldn't afford to lose and wanted to join in, but I waved my hand and played this poker, and the golden birds instantly beat more than a dozen Gryffindors."

"Wow, is this the alchemical prop that the chief used on the train? It's really beautiful."

"Draco is so lucky to be roommates with the chief."

"I really want to have one!"

"Don't dream, this card is worth a lot of money at first glance."

Alice, who was far away, saw Draco holding up the playing card, especially paying attention to the shining throne pattern on it, and her heart couldn't help but move.

Suppressing that thought, she looked back at the podium. Seeing that Shaw was not there, she stood up and began to preside over the morning self-study.

And Shaw was indeed not in Slytherin at the moment.

Early in the morning, he received summons from McGonagall and Snape respectively.

In the Transfiguration Office.

"Shor, this is Percy Weasley. He will be your assistant in Gryffindor from now on."

McGonagall introduced a serious male student with red hair and glasses to Shaw.

Shaw naturally knew who Percy was. Weasley was the one who looked most like a true pure-blood.

Looking up at the neatly dressed and meticulously standing Percy in front of him, he extended his hand and said politely.

"Hello, Percy."

Percy extended both hands and held Shaw's hands, saying in an admiring tone.

"Shor, I admire what you have done in Slytherin. I hope we can cooperate happily in the future and govern Gryffindor well."

Shaw liked to lead the way the most, and he agreed with a warm smile.

"That's right. Since Professor McGonagall trusts us so much, we will not let him down."

In fact, he is quite optimistic about Percy.

Capable and ambitious, although a bit rigid and serious, it depends on how the leader deploys him.

Professor McGonagall was very pleased and had already begun to imagine the scene of the little lions being elegant and disciplined in the future.

After giving Shaw and Percy a few more instructions, he asked them to prepare.

Shaw then went to the cold castle basement.

In front of Snape's office, Shaw tightened his school uniform before knocking on the door.

"Knock knock."

The door opened in response, and Shaw walked in without being polite.

He saw Snape still brewing the pot of golden potion, and he stepped forward to take a closer look.

"Professor, this pot of Felixir will be ready soon."

Snape said sarcastically with a gloomy face.

"Tsk, it seems that Mr. Black is not omniscient and omnipotent. He always likes to show off his knowledge of potions that is the size of a fingernail."

Shor was used to the other party's weirdness. He took out a few photos from his pocket and put them on the counter.

"Hey, Harry's ugly photos are here. When the Felix Felicis is ready, remember to give me some. I will need it urgently in a while. This potion is really useful."

Snape's cold eyes flickered, and with a wave of his sleeves, the photos disappeared on the counter.

"Humph, it seems that there is a reason for your arrogance. The use of Felix Felicis should be at least three years apart."

Shor was slightly surprised.

"Really? It's okay. I can sell it for money even if I don't need it."

Snape's mouth twitched, and he asked coldly again.

"McGonagall asked you to help rectify those reckless little lions in Gryffindor?"

"Oh? Professor, you knew so quickly?"

Snape turned around and stared at Shaw with disgust.

"You are so vain that you are not satisfied with just leading Slytherin? Boy, I warn you to keep a low profile. People who keep a low profile can live longer."

Shor naturally knew that Snape couldn't stand the Lion House doing well, so he changed his mind.

"Professor, a good person like you naturally can't stand the little wizards suffering. Why don't you sponsor me some potions? After all, it's inevitable to be a little harsh when rectifying discipline. Uh huh, you know."

Snape was stunned,He touched his chin and pondered for a moment, then continued to brew the potion, but still said faintly.

"There are healing potions and white moss in the second row of the cabinet on the left. Take the things and get out!"

Seeing Snape being so tactful, Shaw naturally took dozens of bottles of healing potions, soothing potions and a large bag of white moss.

He also took two bottles of perception potions for himself, which might be useful soon.

Before leaving, Shaw actually felt a little guilty.

He would feel guilty for always taking advantage of a "good person" like Snape.

Snape is actually quite pitiful. In order to prevent people from discovering that he is a helpless person, he tries to make himself a mean person.

How about compensation? So Shaw turned around and asked tentatively.

"Professor, I don't know if you like to watch a cross-dressing show, played by Harry."

Snape turned around suddenly and gritted his teeth.

"Get lost!"

Shor scratched the back of his head. This was not right. Professor Snape should like this.

Seeing Snape was already taking out his wand, Shaw said as he walked out quickly.

"Okay, okay, I'll get lost. When the professor wants to see it, just wink at me."

Snape swung his wand and slammed the door shut. He was stunned for a long time, and then slowly took out a photo from his chest.

His empty eyes became affectionate, and he gently stroked the photo with his hands and murmured.

"Lily."

Shor went all the way back to the hall. Gang and Snape did not mention the punishment of Draco. This was a tacit understanding.

At this moment, Slytherin had finished his morning self-study. He sat at the first seat by himself, and a delicious Chinese breakfast automatically appeared on the table.

Beside him, the elegant and beautiful Alice handed Shaw a glass of pumpkin juice.

"Shor, I heard that you want to clean up Gryffindor?"

Shor was stunned. Did the news spread so quickly? He turned his head to look at the Gryffindor table.

It was gloomy over there, and the usual scene of eating and drinking was no longer there.

Percy was giving a passionate speech, and the other little lions were all complaining or encouraging each other to petition McGonagall.

And Draco was talking to Harry and the others over there, making all the little lions except Harry glare at him.

Shaw couldn't help but smile, and then said to Alice.

"I think many of us Slytherins are gloating over others' misfortune."

Alice couldn't help but cover her mouth and chuckle.

"I got caught in the rain, so I naturally don't want others to hold an umbrella for me."

Alice joked, and then her expression became serious.

"Chief, I have a suggestion about the alchemical poker you use."

Shaw was slightly stunned, and seeing Alice so serious, he couldn't help but be a little more serious.

"Oh? Tell me more about it."

Alice sorted out her thoughts in her mind and spoke.

"I saw a gorgeous throne suspended on a pentagram on the playing card in Draco's hand, and playing cards are a very orderly and hierarchical thing."

Speaking of this, Alice's eyes showed enthusiasm.

"Chief, for the sake of ideals, we should establish an organization. You are the only king, sitting high on the magic throne, and your followers are proud to have a sequence playing card! This is also a symbol of strength and status!"

(The fan list has been opened, so three chapters are sent in a row to thank you. Thank you for the small gifts from everyone. I will use the reward money to buy energy drinks and stay up late to write!)

(The next plot begins to officially enter the more exciting main line outline of this article: the magic throne!)