Hogwarts' Wizarding Throne

Barty collected the missing information, wondering what big move Shaw had made, but then he was no longer surprised.

Now, even Barty had to admit that Shaw could always create miracles that ordinary people could not.

Especially the more you know in school, the more you can feel this.

He once again compared Voldemort's performance inside and outside the school, and then his heart was suddenly shaken.

Barty had just pinched himself hard on the thigh to remind himself of his position, but at this time, the twins lifted him up from the left and right from behind.

"Hey, what are you thinking about, why are you pinching yourself? Haha, did you lose the pocket money your mother gave you again?"

"Don't be discouraged, call me a good brother, I will treat you to a big meal in Hogsmeade, George and I made a lot of money today."

Barty's whole body subconsciously tightened, and then relaxed. He was teased by this pair of funny people more than once or twice.

After all, the person Barty Jr. is disguising is none other than their younger brother, Ron Weasley!

Ron is Barty Jr.'s carefully selected disguise candidate.

First, Ron sleeps with the old savior, so he can monitor Harry's every move.

Second, Ron is a taciturn little transparent person, and even if he behaves a little abnormally, he will not arouse suspicion.

Third, this person also has the habit of talking in his sleep and talking nonsense, and is always given a calming potion by his brother and sister, which can perfectly cover up the fact that he carries a kettle of Polyjuice Potion.

Fourth, this little wizard is also a member of the Weasley family, and by the way, he can also learn a lot of information that outsiders cannot know from the big-mouthed Weasley family!

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Barty Jr. disguises himself as Ron, and there are too many benefits!

The only downside is that he has to deal with the twins' pranks from time to time.

As for the real Ron, he is now eating nests in a small dark room.

Barty Jr., disguised as Ron, didn't want to go to Hogsmeade with his two mischievous "brothers", so he said coldly.

"You won money, so why don't you go to pay your debts? I remember you still owe Mr. Greengrass a lot of money."

These words were like cold water in December, which immediately extinguished the twins' high spirits.

"Ron, you are always so disappointing! I know I am a big debtor without you telling me!"

"Ah, I finally forgot about this, why did you bring it up!"

The twins let go of Barty Jr., wailing and trying to find a way to make money again.

Barty Jr. breathed a sigh of relief. In fact, subconsciously, he still enjoyed this kind of interaction between relatives, but his previous instinct was resisting.

He took a step and wanted to go back to Hogwarts Castle, and suddenly heard a quarrel in his ears.

Looking sideways, several members of the jury were also walking towards Hogwarts, among whom the old witch headmaster of Ilvermorny was arguing fiercely with Fudge.

Barty slowed down his pace and knew what was going on after listening for a while. Ilvermorny wanted to meet with Shorblack? To settle the compensation issue?

He wondered if there was anything he could do with it.

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Shor, who disappeared on the Black Lake, now came to the British Ministry of Magic in London's underground.

He was going to the Department of Mysteries to strengthen defense, lest the Twin Serpents, who did not cause trouble in the second competition, would turn around and steal the Death Veil.

After reading Helga's book, Shor put away his previous thoughts of underestimating the God of Death.

Even a god who crossed over, it was still a god!

Although a god is a legendary wizard who has been promoted, he is no longer a creature of the same class!

Even the demigod Helga is no longer something that three or five legendary wizards can contend with, so you can imagine how terrible the power of a true god is.

If the Twin Serpents really hook up with the God of Death, Shor doesn't know how big a mess it will cause.

As for Tom, who was stationed here before, he had a huge mental loophole and was likely to be bewitched, so Shaw certainly would not feel at ease.

Before another legend appeared among his subordinates, Shaw could only work hard and keep an eye on him.

Today, Carol himself was on duty here. He brought a werewolf army that was good at close combat and personally guarded the mysterious affairs.

Shaw did not alarm them, and used his authority to secretly come to the Hall of Death.

The quaint arch curtain on the pit platform was surrounded by circles of mysterious magic circles with magical auras.

Shaw's vision is getting higher and higher, and his means are getting stronger and stronger. Now that he has carefully looked at the powerful restrictions that were set here before, he is a little dissatisfied.

He thought for a while in his heart, then drew out his wand and waved it melodiously.

A large amount of purple magic tides surged, covering the entire Hall of Death, interweaving with each other to form a more complex and rigorous shining magic circle.

In the magic circle, there are also ordinary witches.The invisible power of faith of the master is the first-level faith that Shaw poured into him.

Even if the legendary wizard attacks with all his strength, it will take a long time for such a magic circle.

Just as Shaw was satisfied with the magic wand, a vague and emotionless old voice sounded in his heart.

"What are you defending? Death is everywhere, I walk with death, what can you defend?"

"Are you afraid? Afraid of gods? Or afraid of death?"

Shaw's eyelids twitched. He knew who the owner of this voice was, but he didn't know how to answer the other party's question for a while.

The old voice did not stop and continued to tell in his heart.

"Thousands of years ago, a dark wizard created a Horcrux that could anchor in the world of the living in order to escape death.

Although he gained another kind of immortality, he also lived in the mud forever, facing the darkness that was more terrible than death.

Are you also resisting death? Resisting the laws of heaven and earth of life and death?"

Shaw's eyelids twitched again when he heard this.

He had previously speculated whether the Grim Reaper and Helpo were the same person, but now it seemed that this possibility could be ruled out.

However, he immediately denied the above idea. The Grim Reaper's words might have been meant for him.

The other party seemed to be able to see through his thoughts and said directly.

"God, I don't care about lying. It doesn't matter whether you believe it or not.

You are a lucky person who has retained the memory of your previous life when you passed away. That's why I am interested in talking to you more.

What gave you such an opportunity?

Go grow up, go explore, I also want to know the answer.

Before that, I will not cooperate with the Twin Snakes, let alone disrupt your actions."

Shor was about to test whether the Grim Reaper could see that he had a "system", but the other party died after leaving a guarantee and then there was no sound.

He had to think for a long time on the spot, his expression changing constantly. Now only the existence of the Grim Reaper could make his mood so fluctuating.

Other information is not mentioned for the time being.

Shaw focused his attention on two points.

The God of Death didn't care about his dispute with the Twin Snakes, let alone his growth.

Is this the arrogance of looking down from the clouds? Disdaining the fights of mortals?

The God of Death didn't know why he could awaken his memories of his past life, and he also wanted to know what caused all this!

Was this curiosity or a boring act in a long life? Or was there another purpose?

After a while, Shaw took a deep breath, turned around and left the Death Hall.

Of course, the defense here is still strong, even tighter!

He is not a three-year-old child, and he was fooled by a few words from the God of Death.