Hogwarts' Wizarding Throne

"Cockroach pile."

Shor appeared on the eighth floor, read the password, went up the spiral staircase, and came to the principal's office.

Shor paused, his expression became a little more solemn. This meeting might determine many subsequent directions.

Before that, he had made some preparations and had a lot of mental notes. If things were not in time, he even brought up the matter of Voldemort parasitizing Quirrell's brain to distract Dumbledore's attention.

"Child, don't stand there stupidly, come in."

The door opened automatically, and Dumbledore's kind voice came.

Shor restrained his expression, brushed off the non-existent dust on his shoulders, and stepped in calmly.

"Oh, praise Merlin, the most outstanding descendant of the Black family..."

Dumbledore sat peacefully in his office chair, and after turning Phileas in the portrait on the wall into a mute with a wave of his hand, he stretched out his hand to signal.

"Shor, please sit down."

Shor looked up at the portrait. The man who looked like his great-grandfather looked thin and mean. At this moment, he was full of anger and his mustache was trembling.

He tried not to laugh, but he also relaxed and bowed politely to greet Dumbledore.

"Hello, Headmaster."

Dumbledore continued to wave happily.

"Don't stand there stupidly. Sit down and try my new dessert, lemon sherbet. There are sugar and drinks. Try them all."

Dumbledore didn't wait for Shaw to agree or not. He jumped to Shaw's table with an empty cup and a plate of sugar.

As soon as Shaw sat down, he saw the empty cup being slowly filled with orange drink, and he felt a toothache.

"Headmaster, half a cup is enough first."

Shor quickly used his levitation spell to stop the dessert pot that was pouring drinks.

Dumbledore's kind eyes flashed a gleam of light, and he didn't compete with Shaw for the control of the dessert pot, but just said regretfully.

"Sweets always bring people a sense of happiness. People who love sweets are not bad people."

Shor felt very disgusted.

Since he stepped into the door, Old Dumbledore has been putting on eye drops for him.

He first emphasized the host and guest outside the door, then sealed his great-grandfather's mouth to show that he would not look at the old feelings, and forced himself to eat sweets to express a tough attitude. The last sentence was even more of a hidden warning.

The old bee was not a son of man, and he went back to write a letter to scold Grindelwald to vent his anger.

Shaw picked up the glass and took a sip. He choked to death. He put down the glass and prepared to fight back.

After experiencing so many poisonous chicken soups on the Internet in the future, Shaw was not afraid of arguing.

"Principal, this is too sweet. Maybe only people with bitter hearts like it."

Dumbledore's old hand paused.

Without waiting for him to speak, Shaw began to take things out of his ring, a set of tea sets, a can of bitter tea, and a small red clay stove.

"Why don't I treat you to tea, Principal? This is the tea art I learned from an oriental friend, which made me realize many life philosophies."

Dumbledore was interested for a while, stopped testing Shaw's character, and watched Shaw's performance with interest.

A person's hobbies can also reflect a person's personality traits.

On the luxurious long table, the red stove and small pot were steaming.

Shaw moved gracefully and warmed several teacups.

He took a handful of tea leaves from the small pot and put them into the tea strainer on a small plate.

He stretched out his hand to hold the small pot, tilted it and poured it, and a scent of tea rose when the boiling water met the tea.

"This person always needs to go through hardships like boiling water before happiness."

While washing the tea, Shaw told Dumbledore his feelings calmly.

After washing the tea, he put some of Microsoft's tea leaves in two white jade teacups.

He picked up the small pot again and slowly poured water along the wall of the cup.

"Gululu, gurulu."

The tea leaves rolled up and down in the cup, slowly curled and stretched, sinking and floating.

"And before people are most successful, they need to experience more ups and downs."

The color of the tea slowly turned like amber, and a stronger fragrance of tea instantly spread out.

Dumbledore's crooked nose was a fierce sniff, and he almost couldn't help swallowing his saliva.

"And with these trainings, people can be as delicious as this cup of tea. After drinking a sip, success or failure is no longer important."

Shaw chuckled and poured the tea. After putting down the small pot, he flicked his finger on the white jade teacup.

The teacup dragged the water mist and slid in front of Dumbledore. The distance was just right, but the tea was not stirred at all.

At this moment, Shaw was so handsome.

Dumbledore really didn't mean to look down on Shaw at this moment. This tea art demonstration explained a lot of things.

Elegant, steady, eloquent, and scheming.

He picked up the white jade teacup, looked at the orange-yellow clear tea inside, took a sip, and frowned.

ShawEr said at the right time.

"The tea leaves are bitter at first, but they can be sweet after a while. The principal needs to experience it more."

When the relationship did not develop into a sharp confrontation, Dumbledore was a person who was willing to accept good advice.

He took another sip of tea, and then closed his eyes to experience it.

After a while, he opened his eyes, and his mouth was filled with endless sweetness, unlike the sweet feeling of eating sugar.

Dumbledore's brows relaxed, and he smacked his lips and said.

"Good tea art, and good bitter tea, which is more memorable than British black tea."

Shor was also sipping tea from a cup at this moment, and put down the cup after taking a sip.

"Principal, you can't just recommend sweets to me this time."

Dumbledore's old face was embarrassed, after all, his dessert theory was beaten to pieces by the little guy.

Although he was suspicious of Shaw's young age, why did he understand these principles that adults might not understand.

Although there is no sign of Shaw turning evil for the time being, it seems that I still have to learn more about Shaw's life in the Muggle world over the years.

Or is it really as Gellert said, when people get old, their knowledge is not as good as that of first-year students?

However, when people get old, there are still some advantages, that is, thick skin, he said with a smile.

"I heard from the two deans that you did a good job, but I have a doubt. Slytherin pays attention to elegance and decency, but you require Gryffindor to do the same. Will that make them lose their proper qualities?"

Shor smiled, then refilled Dumbledore's cup of tea, and talked freely with a slightly mischievous tone.

"Headmaster, when the founders created Hogwarts, they didn't know that Gryffindor would become a concentration camp for reckless people, and Slytherin would be full of selfish people."

"I'm just correcting what the school should be like, teaching and educating people."

"Gryffindor can be brave, but not impulsive. They must learn to restrain themselves. It's always right to learn more rules. Oh? Speaking of which, this should be your responsibility as the headmaster."

Dumbledore looked surprised, but it was not because he was accused of negligence in his duties as the headmaster.

His blue eyes kept looking at Shaw, and many comparisons flashed through his mind.

Like Voldemort?

No, Voldemort's mind was too dark and stubborn, and he was not as eloquent as Shaw, and he only knew one thing to do until he died.

Like Gellert?

No, Gellert was not as "frank" as Shaw, and Gellert preferred to be straightforward.

It seems that except for not liking sweets, Shaw is a bit like himself when he was young?

They always like to use lofty words and actions to cover up some unknown purposes.