Hogwarts' Wizarding Throne

Shaw only mentioned this, and the little snakes' breathing became heavier, and many of them had slightly red eyes.

Slytherin and Gryffindor are thousand-year-old enemies, both in the academy and outside.

Before, the little snakes knew that Shaw had received a signal from Professor McGonagall that he would go to rectify the school spirit of the Lions.

Of course, they were very happy about the misfortune.

Originally, they thought Shaw would go alone and be powerful alone, but they didn't expect that they would have the opportunity to go together.

There is a chance to "play" with the opponent in person and with good reason, but no one wants to miss it.

Even "anti-Shao Army" like Marcus looked at Shaw with expectation, and straightened his back, hoping to be selected.

Mrs. Mont stepped forward and asked tentatively.

"Chief, I wonder what the standard is for the best Slytherin?"

Shaw looked at the performance of the little snakes and laughed secretly.

In fact, he himself was a vulgar person. In his previous life, he was just a homeboy who played gold online at home. He could really understand elegance.

But in the era of big data, what do you not know?

Shaw also knows how to taste 1982 Lafite red wine, but he must have had a chance to try it before.

Then, Shaw expressed his understanding of Slytherin.

"The noble elegance engraved in the bones, and the inner desire for power and glory, are the real Slytherins."

"Why is our symbol the snake? Not because it is cold-blooded and terrifying, but even if it is in the quagmire, it is the most tenacious and the least stained with dirt! It is born noble!"

"No matter how corrupt and dirty this world is, snakes can live brilliantly!"

Shor said this, looking at the pure-blooded students with contempt.

"As for those who are born noble verbally, even their quilts are like a messy doghouse, and they have no self-discipline. Ha, are they qualified to tell me that they are noble?"

Many little snakes immediately blushed.

Shaw stopped talking nonsense and waved his hand.

"Okay, elegance can be cultivated, now it comes down to strength. Stand up if you are proficient in the Armor Charm and at least three attacking spells."

Then, more than 20 people stood up hesitantly from the more than 100 little snakes, most of whom were ordinary little snakes in the sixth and seventh grades.

Draco opened his mouth and wanted to ask for a privilege, but was forced back by Shaw's cold eyes.

Shor couldn't help but sneer again.

"Sure enough, some people can only boast in words. Look, excellent people are not judged by blood!"

Draco almost died of shame, and other pure-blood elites were also hit hard!

Shor commented on some of the more than 20 students who stood up.

"You are unqualified, your collar is untidy, and you are a disgrace to me."

"You have messy hair, this is not personality, it is sloppy."

"You look too, ahem, too profound, next time."

"You, I recommend you to go to a dentist's clinic to get your teeth straightened."

"......."

Shor passed more than a dozen students in succession, leaving ten very well-proportioned little snakes.

Since it is an external "war", face engineering is still necessary.

Mrs. Montgomery was unwilling to be unconditionally excluded.

"Chief, my clothes are neat, my manners are decent, and I look good. Why don't you let me go? Are you targeting me?"

Shor looked up at Mrs. Montgomery, who was a head taller than him, and said with high hopes.

"Mrs. Montgomery, Alice will go to Gryffindor with me in a while, and you will supervise the evening self-study. Don't let me down."

Mrs. Montgomery was surprised. Although her position was not absolutely close to the elite purebloods, she did not clearly support Shaw.

If he hadn't had the opportunity to tear the little lion apart this time, he would still pretend to be invisible.

I didn't expect Shaw to give him this right. Is this broad-mindedness?

Mrs. Meng swallowed the non-existent saliva and nodded seriously.

"Okay, okay, I will strictly supervise."

Shaw smiled at him warmly. The opportunity was given. How to perform was up to the other party. The capable ones were promoted and the mediocre ones were demoted.

Then he turned and went to the entrance of the lounge.

The ten people selected were exactly five men and five women, and they automatically lined up in two rows and followed.

Draco looked at the people who left with envy.

Theodore Nott, who was pale and thin beside him, clenched his fists and a wisp of blood flowed out of his fists.

"Next time, next time I will definitely go with the chief!"

Draco saw this and felt a little empathy.

Theodore and Draco naturally knew each other, and their life experiences were very similar.

Pureblood, rich, with a Death Eater father, he was taught the theory of pureblood supremacy since childhood.

However, the difference between the two is that Draco has a happy family, both parents are alive, and he has been spoiled since childhood.

Theodore's mother died early, and his father is an out-and-out Death Eater, crazy and arrogant.

Theodore's childhood experience can beNot very good, he was locked up in the attic by his father to study, and his first hamster pet he secretly raised was killed by his father.

So although Theodore is smart, he is a loner. After coming to Hogwarts, he has always been like a lone wolf and not sociable.

But he admires the powerful Shaw very much.

Maybe it's the extreme that will turn against the opposite, or maybe it's the rebellious period.

Although Theodore also despises Muggles, he doesn't want to listen to his father's words.

I always feel that following Shaw can overturn the world that makes him sick.

He walked to Draco and bowed.

"Draco, please teach me spells. I have to become stronger before I am qualified to follow the chief!"

Draco was stunned, and his face changed several times.

…….

On the way to the Lion Court, Shaw suddenly found that the level 3 faith value was a little more.

"Oh? Theodore Nott (Fanatical)?"

Shor touched his chin, he had some impression of this name.

"It seems to be that lone wolf, the rebellious boy who doesn't listen to his father? Come back and ask him."

At the entrance of Gryffindor, Percy had been waiting there for a long time.

"Shor, you are here, why are you bringing so many people?"

Shor did not mean to hide anything.

"If you don't give me a warning for the first time, with the style of your college, your work will not be easy to carry out in the future."

Percy held his eyes, thinking about the nature of his own college students, and he also agreed with it.

"Then I'll leave it to you."

Then Percy read the password to the fat lady on the door control portrait at the entrance of the Lion Court: Dragon Scum.

As the fat lady opened the door, she was puzzled: I have never seen such a thing in my life, how can a Slytherin student come to Gryffindor so carelessly.

Shor led the team and followed Percy into the Gryffindor lounge.

At this moment, the place was as messy as a vegetable market. Many little lions stood on the big table waving and shouting, all of them were guys who were afraid of chaos in the world.

The twins even started a bet, betting on whether Shaw could return home in one piece tonight.

In the crowd, only some girls who liked good looks and Harry were looking forward to Shaw's arrival.

Oh, by the way, Harry now has a new younger brother, Neville. Neville feels that he is relatively stupid and does not mind learning more.

Since Neville was saved by Harry, he has been grateful to Harry, and Harry hears Draco bragging about it every day.

Harry said that Shaw had good intentions to let him teach two idiots, and he followed suit and simply took Neville with him to teach.

When Harry saw Shaw, who was outstanding in figure, leading ten students from the Snake College with their heads held high and their temperaments, in.

He looked at the noisy students of his own college on the left and the neat and uniform students of the Snake College on the right.

He felt unspeakable envy and regret in his heart again. He really wanted to be a member of Shaw's side. When he was sorted, he should have firmly decided to go to Slytherin.

With the appearance of Shaw, the lounge became quiet instantly, but the next moment there was a burst of laughter again.

"Merlin's pants, Shaw really dares to come to us."

"Haha, let's see how I trip him up later."

"Get the dung balls George gave ready, listen to my signal of breaking the cup."

Many people actually started to discuss how to deal with Shaw blatantly.

Percy just wanted to cover his face, it was too embarrassing.

Harry came over with Neville.

"Shore, they didn't mean it, they just didn't know your good intentions, you guys discuss it well and use what can solve the problem."

Neville also plucked up the courage to say: "Shaw, Shaw, I support you."

Shore looked at the future sword saint Neville following behind Harry, reached out and patted Harry's shoulder, and said gently to this kind boy.

"People are born confused, and few people know what they should do, so they need the encouragement and guidance of a mentor. Well, I am very pleased that you can help Neville. Okay, stay aside, I will take care of it."

Harry opened his mouth, sighed at last, and went aside with Neville.

Shor continued to look at those funny little lions, what a lively group of people.

A little resistance, this is interesting to clean up.