Hogwarts' Wizarding Throne

After Shaw left, he came to the arms store in Diagon Alley alone.

Ollivander's store was small and shabby, the broken door creaked in the breeze, and the golden sign on the door had peeled off.

It read: Ollivander: Making fine wands since 382 BC.

In the dusty window, a wand was placed alone on the dusty purple cushion.

Shaw pushed the door open and entered, and there were bursts of dinging sounds in the house. Before he could observe this small shop filled with narrow boxes, an old man sitting on a floating chair floated out mysteriously.

The old man was very sloppy, with messy gray hair, but a pair of silver eyes were very bright, and he asked in a soft voice.

"Good morning, sir. Are you a new student going to Hogwarts?"

"Oh, black hair and black eyes, black purity, you are the little one of the Black family, it has been more than 20 years, and Black finally has a new student going to Hogwarts."

Olivander talked to himself, with a face full of nostalgia.

Shor couldn't help but admire him, his memory was really good, and the other party's charlatan temperament was full of ten.

"Hello, sir, I am Shaw Black, I need to buy a wand."

"Yes, the wand chooses the wizard, and every wizard also needs a companion to accompany him throughout his life."

Olivander took out a measuring tape.

"Which arm do you use?"

"Right hand."

Okay, raise your arm. "

Shor looked at the test paper and measured the arms, shoulders, hips, thighs and other parts in turn, which was very confusing.

Thinking that they were professionals, Shaw did not ask any questions. Moreover, from the short videos he had seen before, this operation seemed to predict how tall a newborn would grow in the future, so as to match the length of the wand that could be used for a lifetime.

Although it was unscientific, it was very magical.

Then Ollivander returned to the shelf, selected a long box from it, and said after opening it carefully.

"The combination of holly and unicorn symbolizes purity and nobility. Eleven point two inches, I think it should be very suitable for you. You can wave it gently."

Shor took out the wand from the long box, and before he could wave the wand gently, Ollivander took the wand.

"No, no, I heard the wand wailing. It seems that you are a picky little guy. "

Shor was speechless. Ollivander lowered his head and pondered for a while, then returned to the shelf to get a long box.

"Ebony, dragon heartstring, twelve inches. The person who uses it is tough, ambitious, and powerful. You try it."

Shor didn't want to complain about Ollivander's comments. He reached out to take the wand and waved it gently. A purple light exploded at the tip of the wand, and the wand began to break into pieces the next moment.

"Oh! No! What did you do! You killed it!"

Shor said arrogantly. (Do some people read novels without reading resumes? The protagonist is an ordinary person. In the early stage, he was poor and rich. It is reasonable for him to be a little arrogant and arrogant. The real aristocratic temperament is cultivated, not taken for granted! It takes time to grow.)

"How much is it? I will pay it! Just tell me if you have a wand suitable for me. You don't need to take out the ordinary ones. "

After Shaw finished speaking, he felt a little bit floating, but this feeling was so good that he was not going to change it. He had been poor for so long and had a dream. When he had money, he would buy two ice creams and throw one away. As for the elegant temperament of the nobility, no one is born with it, and it must be cultivated slowly.

"Who said this is ordinary? All of mine are exquisite."

Olivander was heartbroken, but his doubts and solemnity were even worse. He had a wide range of experience and saw that Shaw's magic power was extraordinary, even with lightning.

"My Ollivander family has a long heritage. How could there be no wand suitable for you? "

Olivander returned to the depths of the shelf again with a snort, and came out after a long time. This time he obviously rummaged through the bottom of the warehouse.

"Try this one, lightning-struck mahogany, with a thunderbird tail feather core, twelve inches. This is a piece of lightning-struck wood that my great-grandfather accidentally got when he traveled in the East. The age of the wood is untraceable. This wand is only accepted by genius wizards who are not afraid of the law and become stronger when facing strong opponents."

Shor looked at this red and black wand with purple and blue halos, and fell in love with it immediately.

When he took the wand, before he could activate the magic power, purple arcs immediately spurted out from the tip of the wand, and dark clouds began to form on the roof.

Olivander's gray hair stood up due to the static electricity in the air. Although he was very excited, he hurriedly said.

"Oh! God, it's a match made in heaven. You two are so well-matched. Hurry up and calm your wand. Do you want me to become a thunderstorm area? "

Shor nodded and gently stroked the wand, and the strange phenomenon in the house disappeared instantly.

"Sir, how much is it? Oh, and the one I just destroyed is also included."

Olivander shook his headShake his head.

"7 Galleons, the wand was destroyed because I didn't look at it carefully, not you."

Shor didn't hesitate, and after politely thanking him, he paid and left.

Ollivander sighed as he watched the black-haired exquisite boy leave.

"Another gifted wizard, I don't know if it will be a blessing or a curse for the magic world."

Shor went out of the store, thinking about all sorts of things, and called Kreche, and then the house elf appeared and asked him to take him to Chinatown.

He made another big purchase, and called the magic assistant on a pay phone, and after explaining some things, he returned to the old house.

The next step was a major renovation of the house, replacing the wall lamps, chandeliers, carpets, ornaments, etc. with new items that Kreche had bought in Diagon Alley before.

The master and servant worked for an hour, and the Black old house was finally truly brand new, no longer as lifeless as before.

During this period, the crazy grandmother in the portrait was very dissatisfied, but she only nagged a few words. This lady is no longer crazy now. After all, the Black bloodline can continue, and she has begun to play the role of a kind and benevolent grandmother.

In the kitchen, the stove is full of various seasonings and ingredients, and all kinds of spices are available.

"Before killing those chickens and ducks in the future, bleed them first. Before putting any meat into the pot, you have to boil it in boiling water for a while. Remember to put some ingredients called ginger in the boiling water to remove the fishy smell."

"Kreche, today I will teach you to make a few home-cooked dishes, twice-cooked pork, lion head, mapo tofu. Unfortunately, Lao Gan Ma has not been exported to England yet."

"Throw away the sardines and other things."

"......."

Shor taught Kreche to cook Chinese dishes tirelessly. He never wanted to eat the so-called looking up at the sky again.

The house elf is indeed an all-round servant. He remembered everything after watching Shaw cook it once, and he was very good at housekeeping magic, so he could copy those Chinese dishes faster and better.

Shaw actually only knew some home cooking. After teaching Kleche, he gave him a stack of Chinese recipes and asked him to study them slowly in the future. He told him to try the ingredients freely because he had money!

In the restaurant, Shaw ate and drank at the big table. Kleche refused to sit down again, so Shaw had to set up a small table for him in the corner. Kleche was so moved that he blew snot bubbles while eating delicious food.

For a while, the atmosphere between the master and the servant was unusually harmonious.

Suddenly, Kleche stood up and said with an unusually nervous look.

"Master, the protective magic has been triggered."

Shaw dropped the silver fork and walked quickly to the window. He saw seven or eight wizards holding wands standing in the square. Judging from their clothes, they should be Aurors.

These Aurors were working together to cast a spell, testing the protective magic of their old house.

Shaw knew that it was because he appeared in Diagon Alley during the day that the Aurors were attracted. These people were naturally not here to arrest him, but to catch Regulus, the Death Eater.

The wanted order for Regulus has not been revoked so far. Although he is dead, these Aurors must at least take Shaw back to the Ministry of Magic to participate in the investigation.

Shaw was not panicked (guilty), he came to the gate calmly and said loudly to the leading Auror.

"I don't know why you attacked my house?"

The leading Auror looked very rough, and he walked forward with a slightly lame step.

"We received a report that there are Death Eaters hiding here. Please open the protection and let us go in to search."

Shaw's face turned cold.

"Huh, report? Whose report? And do you have a search warrant?"

The leading Auror choked. He came in a hurry and really didn't have a search warrant.

"Don't worry about who reported you. Don't think I don't know who you are. You are the son of a Death Eater. Although you have not committed any crime, after I catch Regulus, the Dark Lord's lackey, you will have to go to the Ministry of Magic with us for investigation. Turn on the protective magic quickly and don't interfere with public affairs."

Shor's heart ached with anger.

"Humph, which pure-blood family ordered you to come? Without a search warrant, don't even think about asking me to turn on the protective magic. Even if I take the case to the Minister, I am still right."

The leading Auror didn't expect this kid to be so difficult to deal with. He ordered his men behind him with a fierce look.

"Attack, tear open his turtle shell for me!"

Instantly, various red and blue spells hit the transparent protective cover, and magic auras shone everywhere in the old house, causing ripples and slight vibrations.

Shor's eyes kept twitching. It was really too much. He drew out his wand and prepared to fight back.

Suddenly, a pleasant phoenix cry sounded, and then a phoenix patronus emitting milky white light appeared in front of these Aurors.

The Aurors immediately stopped attacking, and the phoenix spoke to the leading Auror.

"SkScrimgeour, Regulus is dead, don't bother the little guy. After I find out some things, I will go to the Ministry of Magic to clarify and explain the specific reasons. "

Scrimgeour looked at the slowly dissipating Phoenix Patronus and knew that it was sent by Principal Dumbledore to pass on the message.

Thinking about Dumbledore's prestige and guarantee, he was a little unwilling, but still waved his hand and said "retreat".

Then the seven or eight Aurors Apparated away one after another.

Shor's expression was uncertain.

It was not surprising that Dumbledore knew the situation here.

The Ministry of Magic is like a sieve, anyone can mix sand in it, pure-blood families can, Death Eaters can, and the Order of the Phoenix is ​​the same.

Shor was not worried about this. He was quite powerless just now. If the old bee hadn't intervened, even if he fought to the death, it would be useless. In the end, he would probably be taken to the Ministry of Magic in a mess.

Inheriting the noble legacy of Black has great benefits, but naturally there are also many troubles.

The Ministry of Magic and the pure-blood nobles are not easy to deal with. There will be many places for fighting wits and courage in the future.

These Aurors may be sent by some pure-blood families to show him their power.

"Alas, I still need to grow up quickly. The old bee is considerate this time and made me appreciate it again."

"If the mountain doesn't turn, the water will turn. If you can't bear it, you will ruin your big plan!"

Although Shaw was depressed, he could only return to the old house and continue to eat.