Hogwarts' Wizarding Throne

Shaw has been in Hogwarts for a week, but he hasn't had a good look around Hogwarts yet.

This time, Shaw, the "street stalker", walked through some remote corridors. Hogwarts is indeed a thousand-year-old castle, and it is indeed very shabby.

He searched and searched, but it was deserted.

He wandered around the Defense Against the Dark Arts Office before, and the door was closed. He heard from passers-by that Quirrell had gone out early.

Shaw guessed that this guy had already started to think of ways to get through the three-headed dog.

Before, he planned to wait for the main story to proceed naturally and intercept it himself.

But now, sorry, why should Shaw follow the plot? (disdainful)

His plan is to try to deal with Quirrell and the back of his head in public before Christmas.

Let the little wizards bring back the news that Voldemort is still alive when they go home during the holidays.

Let his prestige go beyond the campus!

He was still disappointed that he couldn't meet Quirrell, but he was intercepted by Quirrell near the owl room.

Quirrell didn't know why, so he stopped pretending to stutter around Shaw and spoke directly.

"Shor, when are you going to my place for tea? I have your father's favorite Yunshan black tea."

Shor looked at Quirrell standing with his hands behind his back. He actually looked quite scholarly when he wasn't pretending.

Shaw stopped pretending now, secretly holding the phoenix's tail feathers, and said in a teasing tone.

"Professor, I now have another task to rectify the discipline of Gryffindor. I'm really too busy. I'm very sorry that I can't listen to your teachings."

Quirrrell's eyes became dangerous.

None of the tasks given to him by the Dark Lord recently went smoothly, and now Shaw is having trouble again.

"Shor, I'm a professor, and I seem to have the right to keep you in class. You, come back to my office now, I'm going to teach you well on behalf of your father."

Quirrrell was furious.

Shaw secretly pouted and drew out his wand directly. He was now more in line with "national collapse".

So he chose a very cool wand-holding posture, which was to hold the wand with two fingers, like a music conductor, with his wrist flying up and down gracefully.

After pointing the tip of the wand at Quirrell, Shaw's tone became more and more disdainful.

"Professor, it's not that I look down on you, but based on your usual performance, you are really not worthy of teaching me. Do you want to try to take me down?"

Quirrel had never seen such an arrogant student.

Furious Quirrell also drew out his wand and was about to give Shaw a "Crucia".

"Stupid, stop it, aren't you ashamed? Do you want to attract the attention of Dumbledore and Snape?"

The voice that came after the pain in his head made Quirrell calm down instantly.

"Master, I was wrong, but Shaw is ungrateful."

Voldemort: "You are indeed a fool. Shaw obviously looks down on your strength. Well, this is really like me. When facing a strong person, I humbly empty his knowledge. When facing a weak person, I despise or trample to death. I am a natural Death Eater."

Quirrel: "......!"

Voldemort continued to talk to himself.

"He must be yearning for supreme power like me. Go back and give him a copy of my Fiendfyre Black Magic Experience, and see if he can take the initiative to come to me. Even if I can't subdue Shaw for the time being, I will talk to him when I get the Philosopher's Stone. I will use my absolute strength to let this little guy know what submission is."

Quirrel felt so ironic.

Sure enough, what you can't get will always make you restless. I, who worked so hard, was called a fool.

I was angry, but I didn't dare to say it.

"Yes, Master."

Then Quirrell took his wand and said viciously to Shaw, who looked like he was watching a show.

"You're fine! We'll see!"

After saying that, he strode away without looking back.

Shaw shook his head. He knew what the other party had been silent for a while.

He didn't expect that Voldemort would really hide when he was hiding.

In fact, Shaw wanted to play a warm-up match with Quirrell first to test the other party's bottom.

Forget it, temporarily get rid of Quirrell and Voldemort's entanglement, and he can also focus on rectifying the school spirit.

The Owl Room is next to the Ravenclaw Tower. When Shaw passed by the door knocker, he took a curious look and prepared to leave.

"Ah, Shaw."

When he went downstairs, he heard a surprised cry behind him.

Shaw looked back, oh, the little fan girl Hermione.

The little fan girl ran over with a spell book that he borrowed from her.

"Why are you here? Are you looking for Ms. Grey? I'm sorry, I've tried my best to find you."

Shaw said warmly.

"It's okay, just go with the flow. I'll just take it as a walk. Where are you going?"

Hermione said earnestly.

"I heard you're going to help clean up Gryffindor? Then when will you come to Ravenclaw? I also want to learn from you."

Shor rubbed his chin.

"It depends on the wishes of your entire college and Professor Flitwick's opinion."

Hermione seemed to get what Shaw meant, and patted her chest to assure him.

"Shor, don't worry., I will go and lobby the dean and other students. "

Shor was slightly stunned. Is that what he meant?

But it doesn't matter. It's good to have someone to take the lead.

Hermione then pointed to the spell book in her hand.

"I was just about to find you. I have read this spell book ten times and can recite it by heart. I have basically mastered more than a dozen common spells. This is my thinking about the doubts in it. "

Hermione said as she took out another stack of parchment, which was densely written with various doubts about spells.

Shor's mosquito coils came out, and his forehead was slightly sweaty.

It was really scary. Is this the horror of a real academic master?

Hermione went from one extreme to another.

Shor didn't take the parchment. He couldn't take it.

If he took it, he would have to answer. But what could he answer? His understanding of magic was definitely not as broad as Hermione's.

He touched his chin and began to think about how to show off, ah, how to enlighten the little witch.

Hermione saw that her idol didn't speak and looked mysterious, and she was a little timid.

"Shor, what's wrong? What did I do wrong?"

Shor brainstormed, turned around and said warmly.

"You are the best little witch I have ever seen. It's right for you to go to Ravenclaw. "

This sentence made Hermione confident again.

Shor continued.

"But as I said last time, human energy is limited. It is enough to master general spells. We only need to master one attack and one defense, one control and one disturbance, and that is enough to survive."

"But, but I think."

Seeing that Hermione wanted to argue, Shaw rubbed her fluffy hair.

"Don't worry about what you think. Don't you regard me as your idol? I can now use 2 silent and wandless spells and several silent spells. What about you? No matter how many spells you learn, can you block my attack? "

Shore said, waving his hand.

Dozens of cards transformed from golden birds flew out at the same time, spinning and nailing on the wall.

It was not the first time that Hermione saw Shaw cast spells silently and without a wand, but every time she felt that her idol was so handsome.

And she really seemed to be unable to take this blow. We were the same age, why was there such a big difference!

The idol was right, I was broad but not deep.

Snape came out of nowhere, passing by in a rolling black robe.

"Shore destroyed school facilities, Slytherin deducted 1 point."

Shore was stunned. There were so many elusive people in this school. But the direction Snape walked was exactly where Quirrell left.

It seems that the old bat has also set his sights on the two-faced man.

Hermione was thinking beside him, and Shaw hurriedly ran away.

Before he walked away, Hermione's voice came over.

"Shore, can I go to your spell guidance class on the weekend? "

Shor waved back to indicate that he was OK.

Ding, got free high-quality labor +1...

It was already evening when he returned to the dormitory. Although it was not yet 7 o'clock, because he had called in advance, everyone in the Snake Academy was there.

Shor came to the platform and said loudly.

"I will go to Gryffindor to rectify the school spirit in a while, and I called everyone in advance to select the ten most outstanding students who can best represent Slytherin to accompany me and show the elegant style of study of my college."

The little snakes' eyes lit up immediately!