Hogwarts' Wizarding Throne

"Oh, I'm really annoyed recently. The professors have too much homework. I'm so tired during the holidays."

"It's all that Shaw's fault. Who does he think he is? The principal doesn't ask us to do this."

"But what can I do? Shaw is so powerful now. I'm an ordinary student and can only endure his oppression."

In the study, Shaw was writing in Tom Riddle's diary with a quill pen.

Pretending to be a mediocre student.

Shaw saw that the diary had no reaction, but he still felt a divine thought sweeping over it.

Shaw didn't care, and his expression was still very appropriate, with a look of deep hatred.

He complained a few more words in the notebook, but still didn't get a response, so he put the notebook into the ring to isolate Tom's divine thought exploration.

For the young version of Voldemort with sound intelligence, you must have enough patience to kill him with one blow, break through his mental defense, and control his soul successfully.

At this time, you have to compete with acting skills and patience like communicating with Grindelwald.

Then, Shaw took out the latest New Year's greeting letter from an old fan, opened it and read it.

[Dear Mr. Black, Happy New Year. ]

[In the new year, the magic world is not too peaceful.

The development of the Muggle world now seems to be non-interference with the magic world, but what is the fact.

Under the influence of the Muggle government, the powerful Soviet Ministry of Magic was also torn apart. There were suddenly countless magic ministries in Eastern Europe, and there was chaos for a while.

Some people were happy and some were sad. The boiling sound of the celebration of the Magical Congress of the United States almost broke the confidentiality law, but European countries were very distressed.

The vicissitudes of this world reminded me of the difference between good and bad.

To good people, the murderer is a bad person.

To animals, we are all bad people.

To the whole nature, is there really a difference between good and bad people?

What if it is magnified to the entire starry sky.

The difference between good and bad people is nothing more than the opposition of positions.

How do you think a visionary superior can distinguish between good and bad?

…, ….

Your dearest fan, Perrier Rouge. 】

When Shaw finished reading the letter, his eyebrows raised slightly.

Shaw naturally paid attention to the great changes in the northern superpower, but he got rich too late and it was too late to intervene.

Although it is not impossible to intervene now, there is no need.

First, Grindelwald's witch party must have intervened, and these achievements will be his sooner or later.

Second, with the emerging industries invested by Albert, plus the continued investment in the future, it is enough for him to sit on the chess table to participate in the situation in the Muggle world.

So there is no need to take advantage of this.

Shaw took the blank letter paper and thought about the question of good and bad for a while. This is indeed a grand proposition.

For the superior, it is worth discussing.

It's interesting to say that Grindelwald originally wanted to indirectly instill a lot of ideas into himself, but things have developed to the point where the two of them influence each other.

He wrote a reply on the letter paper, sealed it and put it in a mailbox, and waved to the purple shadow on the bird stand beside him.

The purple electric kite flapped its wings and flew to Shaw's desk, stretching its neck to let Shaw touch it.

Shaw stretched out his hand and rubbed the purple shadow's feather crown for a few times, then tied the mailbox to the little guy's leg.

"Help me deliver the letter to No. 21, ** Village, ** County, Austria. You should be very familiar with that area."

The purple electric kite was originally looking at it with doubts, and after hearing the address, it looked at Shaw with pitiful eyes.

It kept chirping, and it seemed that it didn't want to leave.

Shaw smiled, and he didn't know what grievances the purple shadow had suffered before. It was really very attached to him. He had to hover outside when he took a bath or went to the toilet.

"Go ahead. At your speed, you'll be back in a few hours. I'll make you something delicious tonight."

"Tsk!"

The Purple Lightning Kite cried loudly in dissatisfaction, flicked its tail, and its long tail feathers hit Shaw's face.

Then it disappeared in the house with a flash of lightning.

Shaw touched his cheek angrily. The little guy has a big temper.

One person and one pet. Although they are close now, there is no problem in general communication.

But Shaw is not a bird after all, and he doesn't have the tacit understanding of Dumbledore and Fawkes who have been together for decades.

Naturally, it can't be seen that the Purple Lightning Kite was not complaining just now, but saying that the old man who received the letter was hateful and would tease it and let Shaw avenge it.

At the beginning, the Purple Lightning Kite also told Shaw that it was caught by another old man.

But Shaw couldn't understand what they were talking about.

Then, Shaw began to study "happily" again.

Alchemy is a subject that you don’t know until you learn it. Only after you learn it will you know how profound and complicated it is.

Xiao Er took the materials, melted the gold, and shaped it., engraved...

After a while, he looked at a rough and simple poker card in his hand.

The magic pattern circuit on it flashed with blue flow, and then it burst into flames with a puff of green smoke.

Shaw looked at the scrapped poker card, but he was not discouraged. This time it was much better.

It's just a bit expensive.

Alchemy is really not something that ordinary people can learn. Not only does it require talent and knowledge barriers, but the financial threshold is also very high.

Well, other subjects are actually similar. No wonder it's difficult for poor families to produce noble sons.

He took out a beautiful poker card made by Boginbok and pondered it again. Although Boginbok was cunning, his craftsmanship was indeed good.

Shaw suddenly became very interested in the magic stone in the old bee's hand, and became curious about the legendary alchemist Nicomel.

He thought of a guess he had thought of before.

Spells, potions, alchemy, etc., when they are at a high level, will all involve the exploration of the soul and the eternal transformation of matter.

The ultimate goal is immortality.

Spells include the black magic of making Horcruxes and the rejuvenation of Transfiguration.

Potions include the legendary Eternal Potion and the Legendary Potion.

Alchemy has the Philosopher's Stone, which can derive the Elixir of Immortality and the Midas Touch.

"It's a pity that Quirrell died too early. The trap on the fourth floor is probably scrapped. The Philosopher's Stone won't be put in, right?"

Shaw said with regret and continued to study alchemy.

He spent Christmas very regularly, reading in the morning, alchemy in the afternoon, and practicing spells and Transfiguration in the evening.

As for Animagus, Shaw was not in a hurry, although he was curious about what kind of animal he could turn into.

But if he only turned into an ordinary animal, to be honest, there was no practical significance.

So he has been studying the failure cases of those madmen given by Professor McGonagall.

If you want to change, turn into a magical animal, otherwise it would be boring.

If Mag knew what Shaw was thinking, he would regret finding these books for him.

"Tsk!"

During dinner, Ziying came back from Austria. Although not as fast as Phoenix, her speed was quite good.

Ziying came back home and instantly appeared on Shaw's shoulder. She pecked at his black hair in dissatisfaction, and soon made his hair into a mess.

Shaw doted on her and let her vent her anger, watching Ziying's feathers flowing with purple energy.

Suddenly, he had a bold idea.

Teach Ziying to Apparition!