Hogwarts' Wizarding Throne

While Shaw was rectifying the Gryffindor school style, Professor McGonagall, the headmaster of the Lion House, was talking to Dumbledore in the headmaster's office.

McGonagall's face remained unchanged, watching Dumbledore playing with a pair of woolen socks, and his face was still distracted.

After she came in, she asked several questions, but the other party seemed not to hear, so McGonagall had to go forward and knock on the table.

"Knock, knock, knock!"

Dumbledore looked up in confusion.

"Ah, it's Minerva, what do you want to talk to me about?"

McGonagall's stern face almost couldn't be maintained, was the other party stabbing her heart?

She suppressed her anger, pursed her lips and asked again.

"Albus, what have you been busy with recently? I looked for you several times, but you were not in the office. I left all the school affairs to me alone. How can you be so at ease?"

Dumbledore put down the woolen socks carefully, which he had carefully selected after running to several stores.

He had just been hesitating whether it was too early to send it to Gellert now, after all, it was not too cold.

Dumbledore looked at McGonagall who was about to lose his temper and smiled warmly.

"Minerva, you are the boss of the school."

McGonagall couldn't help but hold her forehead, it was always like this!

"This time I came to discuss with you about asking Shor Black to help me clean up the style of study at Gryffindor College. You were not here before, so I have authorized Shor, but I am a little unsure, so I came to ask you, the leisurely, wise, and great headmaster."

Dumbledore's blue eyes blinked slightly. He did not ask McGonagall why she suddenly had this idea. After thinking for a while, he said directly.

"The magic world will be a little turbulent in the next few years. It is a good idea to let Shor improve the self-protection ability of those little wizards."

McGonagall quickly extracted the key words and asked anxiously.

"Turbulence? Albus, what does that mean?"

Dumbledore naturally believed McGonagall, and he sighed and explained briefly.

"Alas, Tom is back, maybe he is in Hogwarts."

McGonagall was very anxious.

"How dare the You-Know-Who! Albus, have you found him? Why didn't you expel him?"

"No, I just inferred from the clues that Tom should have come to Hogwarts."

Dumbledore subconsciously glanced at the wool socks as he spoke, and then continued.

"And I may have to go out often recently, so I agree in principle with Shaw's improvement of the strength of the young wizards."

McGonagall felt distressed, wanted to turn into a cat and stretch her body.

After talking to Dumbledore about a few more school affairs, she hurried away. She felt that Shaw could be given more power.

After all, it was unimaginable that there was a demon lurking in the school, and precautions had to be strengthened.

After Professor McGonagall left, Dumbledore pondered for a while. He naturally knew about the commotion Shaw had made.

But things had to be prioritized. The matter of Harry hiding in the campus could not be put first, and Harry's crooked growth could not be taken care of either.

Dumbledore pondered for a while, took a glass of lemon Sherbet from the table and took a sip.

"It tastes good. Hmm, it seems that it is time to let Shaw come over to taste the dessert I bought. Good people should like sweets."

Phileas Black in the portrait of the headmaster on the wall said with a moustache.

"Albus, you should have asked my most outstanding great-grandson to come over and communicate with you. You are all so talented in Transfiguration."

Dumbledore ignored him and continued to think about how to appease Geller's special tricks.

So Phileas continued to chat.

"Ah, life is so unpredictable. I didn't expect that my Black family could also have the possibility of a legend."

"Hehehe, after all, it's all thanks to my good leadership of the family."

………….

Gryffindor common room.

"Ding, an evil soul is detected."

"Ding, the evil soul is detected to be slightly entangled with the host soul, whether to absorb it."

Shaw was stunned for a moment, secretly asking if it would hurt Harry. After getting a positive answer, he couldn't help but sigh secretly.

He took his hand away from Harry's head and looked at the thin Harry. The other party was already very miserable, and he was also Sirius's godson.

Although he didn't like Sirius, who thought he was a rough man, he still had feelings for him.

Feeling the warm hand on his head leave, Harry felt a little disappointed.

He suddenly thought of something and whispered it quickly.

"Shor, Hermione and I found a three-headed dog in the restricted area on the fourth floor, and also found a man in black spying. We didn't see who it was, but I think it was Snape."

Shor frowned slightly. He didn't want Harry to continue to interfere with the main plot, which might disrupt his own arrangements.

"I know about this and will deal with it. Don't ask about it again in the future."

"Why? I also know what is guarding under the three-headed dog. It's the treasure that Hagrid brought out from Gringotts. I can help you keep an eye on it... "

Shor looked at Harry with an eager face. Alas, good words are always unsatisfactory.

Then he could only say something heartbreaking and waved his hand to interrupt him.

"Harry! There is an old man next door to my house who lived to be 108 years old. Do you know why?"

Harry was full of question marks.

"Ah? Why?"

Shor said coldly with a straight face.

"Because he never meddles in other people's business and never does things beyond his ability. I just taught a lesson to more than 20 reckless people. Are you the same?"

Harry's face turned pale. He was a little unconvinced in his heart, but he couldn't say anything to refute.

After all, he was still too weak. He clenched his fists and nodded.

"I, I know. I will work hard to become stronger."

"If you want to become stronger, you must be self-disciplined first and learn etiquette. "

After Harry left with Neville in disappointment, Alice came over to report.

"Chief, I have assigned them tasks."

"Well, they did a good job."

Shor looked at the nine groups of people in the field, forming nine small circles, with a little snake in the middle simply teaching the little lions to walk, sit and lie down.

Of course, many little lions were absent-minded.

Shor didn't think he could change the behavior habits of the little lions all at once.

The little snakes can, because they have the foundation.

Shor was idle, so he stretched out his hand to summon a chair and sat down.

He leaned against the back of the chair, crossed his feet, and played with the wand "National Collapse" in his hand, looking a little lazy, but not without elegance.

Alice came to the back of the chair and stood still naturally. She held the wand behind her back with one hand and put one hand lightly on her abdomen, looking respectful and elegant.

"Chief, many classmates have asked me recently how to get the sequence poker you gave me. "

Shor smiled, took out a Duke of Hearts card from the ring, and let it float in front of him. This sequence is for Gryffindor.

The four suits of poker have many meanings and derivatives, but here at Shaw, they naturally have to be defined by themselves.

Slytherin, spades are black-hearted, cold and shrewd.

Gryffindor, hearts are hot-blooded, brave and courageous.

Ravenclaw, plum blossoms are fragrant, knowledgeable and far-sighted.

Hufflepuff, diamonds are square, loyal and fearless.

"Except for the king, there are only 52 cards in a deck of cards. The adult wizards outside must also be in the scope of investigation, so the little wizards who can get their turn must be the elite among the elites. "

"So, Alice, have you observed any talents that can be used? Not just fighting power, not just Slytherin. "