Hogwarts' Wizarding Throne

Seeing that Shaw was deep in thought, Old Fry asked excitedly.

"Did you think of something? Whose wand is that? Whose skull?"

Shor raised his eyes, and a little bit of evil taste came into his heart.

Before, this old man always "tease" him with information gap, now the situation has changed.

"Well, I don't know who it is, but I probably know where to find relevant clues."

"Then,"

Old Fry was about to continue asking where to find it, but Shaw changed the subject.

"But I'm not sure if it's correct. It's not convenient for outsiders to enter there. I'll tell you when I have news."

"Ahem, you, you,"

Old Fry was choked by this, but he was worldly-wise, as if he really saw the world clearly, or he enjoyed this kind of interaction with Shaw.

He nodded after his breath calmed down.

"Okay, okay, it's me who's impatient. Anyway, these things are yours now."

Since there are clues to open the seal of the altar, Xiao Er is ready to leave this icy and snowy place.

He has no intention of continuing to explore the ruins under the ice nearby.

Anyone with a little IQ will know that if there are any good things, they have been plundered by the people of the Pure Land Society.

And those good things are now estimated to be in the hands of old Fly.

Seeing Xiao Er about to turn around and spread his wings to leave, old Fly paused and said hesitantly.

"From beginning to end, you never mentioned inheriting other property of the Pure Land Society, let alone asking about your mother. Don't you miss her?

Is your purpose of coming here so utilitarian, just to increase the chips of victory in the legendary arena?"

Xiao Er's wings froze, and he stood there with his back to the ground. His hands under the fox fur coat were clenched so tightly that the veins were exposed.

Some things are unknown, and maybe there is still a beautiful expectation.

But if you really pursue it to the end, you may only get a sad story.

Old Fly looked at Shaw's trembling body, his old eyes were red, he stammered, and wanted to say something.

Shaw stretched out his bloody right hand with difficulty and swung it back, his voice hoarse.

"I don't want to know."

After that, he spread his white wings and flew towards the Eagle's Beak Cliff in the distance.

Shaw's simple but "ruthless" reply made Old Fly feel like being struck by lightning, and his body staggered a few times and fell to the ground.

The coldness of the ground penetrated into the bones, but it was not as intense as the pain in his heart.

He looked at the white figure flying farther and farther away, opened his mouth and shouted heartbreakingly.

"Shaugh, it's not what you think!"

Shaugh did not look back, and did not even stay at the Eagle's Beak Cliff. He flew out of the forbidden magic area and left with a phantom.

After all, Shaugh was timid on this point.

His state of mind for the promotion to legend was based on the Yinglong guardian god constructed with fantasy memory.

This alone did not allow him to know some uncontrollable family memories.

Fear of mental collapse!

So he really did not have the courage to face a past of love that did not know sadness or joy.

Shaw even thought of giving up on opening Asgard.

Now he has loving relatives, good friends, loyal subordinates, huge power, and great ideals.

Enough.

. . . . . .

England.

Christmas is approaching in the heavy snow.

This year, Hogwarts hosted the Five Power Tournament, and as usual, a dance will be held on Christmas Day.

So the deans of the four colleges have recently issued dance notices.

Let the little wizards above grade 3 practice dancing, prepare dresses, and most importantly, find a good dance partner.

For this reason, the atmosphere in Hogwarts has been very sweet recently, and you can see little wizards inviting little witches to the dance party everywhere.

Either the girl agrees and everyone is happy, or the girl refuses and the boy flees, and the onlookers laugh and it is very lively.

Of course, the opposite is true for both men and women.

Hermione has been very distressed recently. Krum, as a warrior, doesn't think about preparing for the game, and always follows her all day long.

In the hall, library, campus office, he follows her wherever she goes.

She has clearly rejected the other party's invitation to the dance several times, but he is still so persistent.

In the end, Hermione had no choice but to hide in Hogsmeade as soon as the get out of class was over.

After class today, Hermione just found Neville and Draco in the hall to explain some things.

By the way, I also learned that Draco invited Astoria as his dance partner under the mandatory order of his father Lucius.

Neville, the stupid kid, even invited the little witch Hannah from Hufflepuff early.

But the person she wanted to invite was nowhere to be seen.

Just then, she caught a glimpse of Krum sitting at the Gryffindor table, looking like he was about to come over.

Hermione was startled.She picked up a pile of books and was about to run, but was stopped by another person.

The one who stopped her was none other than Fleur from Bubbaston. The beautiful witch asked directly.

"Miss Granger, do you know where Shoalblack is?"

Hermione didn't like this arrogant witch very much. It wasn't because she was jealous, but she just didn't like her.

The other party's question was actually the thoughts of many little witches in the school who had not yet accepted the invitation to the ball.

Even Hermione herself had some similar little thoughts.

She knew herself well and knew that she was not worthy of him.

Her admiration was even greater than that insignificant admiration, but who wouldn't want to attend the ball with the brilliant chief?

The chief showed up once a few days ago and disappeared.

Seeing that the other party seemed to be in a bad mood at the time, Hermione didn't dare to take the initiative to send a ball invitation, let alone ask about the chief's whereabouts.

People from the Ministry of Magic were also looking for the chief everywhere.

Hermione blinked her eyes, and her good upbringing made her not choose to ignore it.

"Ms. Delacour, you asked the wrong person. I don't know the whereabouts of the chief either."

Fleur stroked her hair and said with some dissatisfaction.

"I heard that you are Shaw's trusted subordinate. How could you not know his whereabouts?

Let me tell you clearly, I want to invite Shaw as my dance partner."

Hermione pursed her lips, wanting to ridicule the other party for being wishful thinking, but someone said it for her.

"Fleur, the chief will not accept your invitation. You'd better give up."

Fleur looked sideways and saw that it was Draco who spoke.

"Hehe, Malfoy, can you still control Shaw? I remember that your best friend Harry Potter has not been seen until now.

The second competition will start soon after Christmas. If Mr. Potter doesn't show up, don't be scared and cry in the competition alone."

Although Draco has been trained for a long time, Fleur, as his opponent, has long known clearly that he is easily provoked and cares about Harry.

He took out his wand and wanted to teach Fleur a lesson, but Neville held him back.

"Don't be impulsive, there's something interesting to watch."

Draco was about to break free from Neville, but the next moment, two male voices rang out in the small circle.

"Ah, Fleur, your beauty is like the moon in the sky, please accept my invitation to dance with you."

"Hermione, I sincerely invite you to dance with me again."