Hogwarts' Wizarding Throne

Shaw's words made Lucius slightly stunned, and then he laughed happily. The attitude expressed in these words was too obvious.

"No problem, Mr. Black, please rest assured, the Malfoy family will take care of everything for you."

Then, Lucius took out a bronze key from his pocket.

"By the way, this is a Gringotts key, keep it well, the profits of the Black family's industry in the past ten years are all in it."

Shor was not polite, took the key and put it in the ring.

Although he is not interested in money now.

But some layouts still cannot do without this thing.

The atmosphere relaxed, and then naturally the guests and hosts were happy.

After a while, the dinner began.

Various luxurious dishes were served one after another.

"Chief, this is my mother's best meat sauce apple pie, you try it."

Draco enthusiastically promoted his mother's specialty.

Shaw looked down at a pie baked in the shape of a red apple on the plate.

Let alone the taste, it looks good, but it is made of meat sauce.

Shaw cut a piece with a knife and fork, and saw that under the thin skin was a kind of apple mixed with some kind of meat paste.

He tried a bite with the mood of eating dark cuisine.

How to describe the taste, it melts in the mouth, and the taste is similar to sweet and sour spare ribs, but lighter, not as fishy and weird as imagined.

This is a good dish in British cuisine, which should be due to Narcissa's skillful transformation.

Shaw thought Ziying should like it, so he fed it to Ziying squatting on the shelf beside him.

Ziying was full when she came, but when Shaw fed it, it pecked reluctantly and stopped eating.

Shaw smiled, but did not force it.

"How is it? Hey, I know even if you don't say it. Even the birds don't like it. It's really not as delicious as Chinese food."

Draco asked and answered himself, which made Narcissa beside him laugh and cry.

This child can't be kept.

Before, this naughty kid had said that if it wasn't made by his mother, he had to give her face, otherwise the meat sauce apple pie would definitely fall out of the top 100 in his mind.

Shaw looked at Draco who was starting to let loose again, and he was tired. He no longer expected to get fanaticism points from this broken kid.

He smiled faintly.

"This apple pie is not bad, but British cuisine is too monotonous, which limits my aunt's cooking skills."

Lucius looked at it with interest and continued.

"I heard that Mr. Black popularized Chinese cuisine in school. Can your elf teach my elf cooking skills?"

This is not a big deal. Shaw nodded and was about to say yes, but in his peripheral vision, he saw a ghostly figure shrinking back into the corner. It was a young house elf.

It was probably the free Dobby.

In fact, qualified house elves cannot appear in front of guests.

Unfortunately, the two elves Shaw met were both weird.

One loves freedom, and the other is really talkative.

Now, it is hard to say whether Shaw likes Dobby or not.

In the original book, the other party's sacrifice is very sharp, which can make people cry and is indeed admirable.

But if Shaw wants to rescue the other party, I'm sorry, it can't be done.

After all, the positions are different now.

Malfoy is destined to be his subordinate, so the subordinate of the subordinate is also his subordinate

Is the subordinate who always yearns for freedom and wants to leave still a good subordinate?

Must be trained.

Lucius looked along Shaw's gaze in confusion, but didn't find anything.

Shaw came to his senses and said meaningfully.

"Okay, let Kreche teach Dobby well later."

Lucius didn't hear anything else and nodded to express his gratitude.

Draco suddenly mentioned something.

"Chief, did you receive Harry's gift? He's really rich. He gave me a newest flying broom, the Nimbus 2001."

Lucius looked at Draco with dissatisfaction. The situation was different now.

The Malfoy family's position was no longer suitable to be friends with the old savior Harry who had killed the Dark Lord and kept him dormant for ten years. After all, Harry was not Shaw.

Shaw looked at the father and son strangely, and after a little thought, he understood everything and said something that made Lucius puzzled.

"Well, I received it. Harry is a good person. I also gave him a very precious Christmas gift."

Lucius was a little confused when he heard this, and his mind was a little confused for a while.

Draco said excitedly.

"Is it as magical as the little movie player you gave me? Muggles are really amazing. They can make a moving image machine."

Just then, the elf Dobby, who had just flashed by, rushed in.

"Master, Master, Cantankerus Nott is outside the manor and wants to come in."

Lucius came back to his senses from his thoughts. Why did old Nott come here at this time??

Could it be that the alchemical materials have been collected?

He smiled at Shaw apologetically and stood up to greet him.

The situation was getting more serious. Lucius racked his brains over the relationships and intimacy of various characters. If he made a mistake, he might be doomed.

The attitude of the "new savior" Shaw towards the old savior Harry, and the attitude of the Dark Lord towards the crazy old Nott.

All of these made Lucius want to explode on the spot.

Narcissa immediately took over the task of entertaining Shaw, chatting with him about some family matters, and mentioned the past with Regulus.

Shaw narrowed his eyes and talked to Narcissa absent-mindedly.

Old Nott, there is a way to heaven, but you don't take it. I haven't found the door yet.

After a while, the sinister old Nott walked in under the leadership of Lucius.

Old Nott saw Shaw sitting in the first seat of the guest, was stunned for a moment, and then turned back and glared at Lucius fiercely.

"Lucius, what do you mean?"

Lucius really didn't want to pay attention to this lunatic who knew nothing, but he still explained perfunctorily.

"Mr. Black and my family are cousins. It's reasonable to spend Christmas together."

Old Nott said sinisterly.

"Do you know what you are talking about? Aren't you afraid of the Lord? Humph, I hope you know the consequences."

Lucius was not guilty at all.

"I know what I am doing. Tell me what you are doing at my house at this time. You are still acting mysterious outside."

Old Nott was very dissatisfied, and a hint of madness flashed in his eyes.

He secretly pinched the wand in his sleeves, thinking about whether to turn around and kill Shaw so as to win the credit from the Dark Lord.

But he was crazy, not stupid. He gave up after weighing it.

He turned around and walked towards the Malfoy's study in a familiar way.

"Come with me, I have important information to tell you."

Lucius was even more dissatisfied, but before he figured out the Dark Lord's attitude, he had to endure it. Old Nott would destroy himself sooner or later.

Just as the two were walking towards the study, a cold voice suddenly came to stop them.

"Stop!"

Lucius and Old Nott turned around at the same time, and saw Shaw standing up from his seat with a cold face.

The Purple Lightning Kite also sensed the owner's emotions, kicked its claws, flew up from the bird stand, and circled over the hall, with a clanging cry.

"Cheep!"

The atmosphere in the room suddenly became solemn.