Hogwarts' Wizarding Throne

Shaw looked at the old bee who was fooled by him, and was secretly proud of himself.

He ignored Dumbledore who was lost in thought, put away the tea set, and stood up to the portrait of Phileas.

Seeing Phileas pointing at his mouth with a beard and eyes, Shaw signaled Shaw to remove the curse for him.

Shaw smiled, but did not do it. The other party was just a painting.

His mouth was notoriously stinky.

If he really wanted to remove it, he would probably be scolded so much that his head hurt. Shaw really didn't want to perform a show of filial piety in front of Dumbledore.

"Great-grandfather, hello, great-grandfather, goodbye."

Phileas: "......."

After saying hello, it was estimated that Dumbledore would have to think about how to deal with his own affairs for a long time. Shaw was too lazy to accompany him and walked out directly.

As soon as he went out, Dumbledore's voice came out again.

"Are there any clues about other Horcruxes?"

Shor walked without looking back, saying lightly.

"Soon, I can probably prepare a satisfactory Christmas surprise for the principal."

After leaving the principal's office, Shaw strolled in the corridor. He just said that he would give Dumbledore a Christmas surprise, but it was not the Ravenclaw diadem.

He had not yet studied the diadem, so he would not let it go.

And the so-called surprise was really a surprise, that is, to tell Dumbledore directly that Harry was a Horcrux!

From the previous life movie and the original book.

Before the third grade, Dumbledore only thought that Harry and Voldemort were connected because that night, Voldemort transferred part of his magic power to Harry before his death.

In the end, it was Harry and Voldemort who communicated in dreams, which made Dumbledore confirm the fact that Harry was a Horcrux.

Now.

Dumbledore, there is a surprise for Christmas.

Shor did not return to the abandoned classroom. It was good to have a tool person to use. Then he took out a notebook and read it on a balcony by the window on the eighth floor.

The breeze was blowing gently, and it was time to read.

The notebook was Voldemort's experience in using the Fiery Curse.

The book is very good. It explains the Fiendfyre in a simple and easy-to-understand way, and points out that the essence of the spell is the curse.

Voldemort also gives an overview of a self-created spell called "Serpentspell", which is a complex spell.

Xiao Er just read these explanations and notes, even if he didn't try to practice it once, the Fiendfyre spell was already level 2 in the system mark.

It can be seen that Voldemort still has the potential to be a professor.

But what is speechless is that later on, about how to overcome the restrictions of the counter-curse "All Curses End" and the use of the upgraded version of Fiendfyre, and even detailed explanation of the content of "Serpentspell".

Voldemort got stuck, and it was over!

Xiao Er was naturally furious at first, but he also swore that he would never ask for help from Voldemort.

Humph, he can find the "super easy-to-talk" Grindelwald. (Deduction for those who understand)

Isn't the blue gas stove also very fragrant, super gorgeous, powerful, and can distinguish between loyalty and treachery?

In the morning, Shaw read the notebook over and over again several times, absorbing everything he could.

He also carefully recorded the puzzled parts, so that he could find fans to solve the puzzles later, and gradually fooled into the magical skill of the gas stove.

The sun gradually came to the top, and suddenly, Shaw saw a silver-white transparent figure flashing in his peripheral vision.

It seemed to be Mrs. Grey.

He quickly put away the notebook and chased after her quickly.

But when he turned the corner, he saw Mrs. Grey disappear into a wall and disappeared.

"Alas, the female ghost's wall-penetrating skill is simply a bug."

Shaw was a little annoyed after failing to find someone, but he could only return to the Slytherin lounge in disappointment.

In the common room, he saw many little snakes who had returned, some were studying, and some were practicing the disarming spell in the newly opened spell training room next to it.

Even those pure bloods who did not obey him did not slack off, although they knew that these people were still unwilling to give up secretly and seemed to be doing something.

However, Shaw was quite satisfied with the overall atmosphere.

He walked through the lounge with his hands behind his back, and the little snakes stood up and saluted him respectfully.

He nodded one by one, and paid attention to the names of a few little snakes with admiration in their eyes.

When he returned to the dormitory, he was about to summon Kreche to bring him some food, but he saw Draco sitting on the bed with a distracted look on his face.

Goyle and Crabbe had just seen him in the spell training room.

Shaw brought a chair and sat down in front of Draco who was in a daze.

"Tell me, what are you entangled about? You look bad."

Draco also came back to his senses at this moment. Facing Shaw who was so close, he felt a little embarrassed.

He didn't dare to look into Shaw's deep eyes, and turned his head away and muttered.

"Nothing, maybe I didn't sleep well last night."

Shor snorted coldly.

"Look at me, Draco. You always say that you are my best friend and follower, but why do I see you?"Did you see confusion in him?"

Draco lowered his head in shame, his platinum hair all drooped down, and his innate arrogance disappeared.

"I'm sorry, Shaw, I, I."

Shor couldn't help but shake his head in disappointment. This broken kid was too twisted, so he interrupted directly.

"Did your smooth father put pressure on you?"

Draco nodded, his voice hoarse.

"Yes, my father said that I learned bad things and forgot the glory and ideals of the Malfoy family. He also said that he would send me to Durmstrang next year, away from you, a pure-blood, pure-blood traitor."

Shor's eyes flashed with doubt. Lucius shouldn't be like this. Shouldn't he bet on both sides?

I thought of a possibility in my mind.

"Have other elite pure-blood wizards received similar letters from home?"

Draco still nodded.

"Well, basically all of them. "

Shor suddenly realized that Lucius was just following the crowd.

Shor stretched out his wand, lifted up Draco's pointed chin with the tip of the wand, looked into Draco's eyes and asked.

"Heh~ Then what are you hesitating about? Are you worried about not being able to resist the arrangement of your parents? Or do you have no confidence in me?"

Draco trembled, feeling that Shaw was so scary at the moment, with cold eyes that almost wanted to eat people.

He was so scared that he quickly said what he was thinking in one breath.

"I, I am not entangled, and I don't want to transfer schools. I just blame myself, blame myself for not being as determined as Theodore."

Speaking of this, Draco's expression was quite distorted and annoyed. He knocked the wand off his chin and shouted with tears.

"After Theodore saw the letter from old Nott, he burned the letter directly, and said disdainfully that even if his family didn't support him to go to school, he would follow you to beg for food. As for me, I hesitated for a long time before deciding not to listen to my father. I, I only blame myself for not having the courage, I look down on myself! "

Shor put away his wand, and his cold expression softened a little.

He spoke gently to Draco, who was a little tearful.

"Draco, people have different personalities. Your Malfoy family has never produced a determined person. You don't have to compare with Theodore. Your role is different from his. Well, don't think too much about it. "

Shor wanted to say something about the advantages of the Malfoy family, but he really couldn't think of it, so he didn't say anything more afterwards.

He didn't have the heart to eat, patted Draco's shoulder, and stood up again to walk out. It seemed that the plan had to be accelerated.

Then start from the Forbidden Forest and continue to strengthen your strength.

Before leaving, Shaw pondered for a moment. It was not fun at all when the drag king was decadent.

So he turned around and comforted Draco.

"Don't worry about it, be yourself, everything will get better after Christmas. "