Hogwarts' Wizarding Throne

After hearing Kreche's report, Shor paused and put away his wand. He knew that Dumbledore should have taken the fake locket and Regulus' body.

He walked quickly to the door and saw Dumbledore, who looked tired, and a coffin after opening it.

Dumbledore was obviously busy for a long time. The wrinkles on his face were deeper and his hair and beard were not well taken care of.

It seems that Voldemort's ban is not so easy to break. I don't know if Dumbledore drank the poison himself this time.

Shor didn't care about these things. All his eyes were now on the coffin.

Although he had no empathy for Regulus, his cheap father, at this moment, an unspeakable feeling came over him and his throat began to choke.

When the system selected his identity, his bloodline had been replaced, so strictly speaking, he was indeed Regulus' son. No matter how he counted, Regulus would have to have a child at the age of 16. It was so bloody.

Dumbledore looked at Shaw, whose eyes were red. He already understood the general situation, and a trace of heartache flashed in his eyes.

One Voldemort, I don't know how many families were destroyed.

"Child, your father is a hero, don't be sad, he has made great contributions to the magic world, and death is just another great adventure."

Shor walked to the coffin, stroked the coffin with his hand, but did not have the courage to open the coffin lid. He whispered a few times about his father, and turned back to Dumbledore after a while.

"Thank you, professor, can you preside over my father's burial?"

Dumbledore opened his mouth and wanted to ask about the locket first, but seeing Shaw so sad, he sighed and nodded.

"Okay."

Dumbledore thought for a while and said.

"Do you need me to gather more people to watch the ceremony? It's also good to clear your father's name in public. His heroic name should not be buried."

Shor was stunned, thought about it, and shook his head to refuse.

"No, not yet. My father died because of Voldemort, but Voldemort is not dead. So I will use my own power to completely kill Voldemort before I can announce to everyone the greatness of my father."

Even though Dumbledore's mentality was as steady as Mount Tai, he was shocked when he heard this.

"Shor, you, what do you know?"

Shor said expressionlessly: "Horcrux!"

Dumbledore narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Child, tell me, everything."

Shor took out the Slytherin locket from his arms.

"Professor, this is Voldemort's Horcrux, which has been destroyed by my father, so I know that Voldemort was not completely dead 11 years ago."

Dumbledore took the locket and studied it carefully. With his experience, he quickly determined that the locket had been made into an extremely evil black magic prop before. After a hard time in the cave, he got a replica. Dumbledore was originally going to ask Shaw about this after the funeral, but he didn't expect that the other party was quite sensible and took out the real Horcrux debris on his own initiative.

Shaw's words also confirmed his previous speculation that Voldemort was not dead, Dumbledore said slowly.

"You are a sensible child. It is indeed not appropriate to clear Regulus' name now, but don't worry, I will use my own name to guarantee Regulus, at least his wanted order will be revoked."

Shaw bowed slightly to express his gratitude.

"Thank you, Professor."

Dumbledore reached out and rubbed Shaw's hair. He was actually very happy. Regulus died to destroy Voldemort's Horcrux, so his child was naturally his ally. He was worried that this child with extraordinary talent would go astray before, but now he is much more relieved. In the future, he will guide him well and give him more care. He can't make the same mistake again.

Under the setting sun in the evening, in a remote but beautiful suburb, this is the exclusive cemetery of the Black family.

Shaw put a bunch of white lilies in front of Regulus's grave, vowing to do something in his heart, and Kreche had already cried.

Dumbledore watched the sky darken and patted Shaw on the shoulder.

"Ah, kid, it's time to go back."

"Okay, professor."

The three of them teleported back to Grimmauld Place, and Dumbledore handed Shaw the fake Slytherin locket.

"Take this as a souvenir. I need to keep the real one as evidence to clear your father's name in the future. By the way, please keep the matter of the Horcrux a secret."

Shor did not object, silently put the locket in his arms, and politely invited.

"Professor, please be sure to visit my home. When I was a child, I served dishes in a Chinese restaurant. The kind boss taught me some Chinese food. You have done so much for me and my father. I can only cook a delicious meal to show my gratitude. Please..."

Dumbledore shook his head and interrupted.

"Some other day, school is about to start. As the headmaster, I have been absent from work for many days. If I don't go back to school, your Professor McGonagall will come to hunt me down. "

"Okay, that's for next time."

Dumbledore winked at Shaw before leaving.

"The Black family has a lot of books. You are still young now. I suggest you try not to read those books about dark magic. It is not good for your growth. Goodbye, child."

Shor watched Dumbledore Apparate away, thinking about his last instructions, and couldn't help but laugh.

"If the old bee knew about my talent for dark magic in Azkaban, I guess he wouldn't be so confident in me. At least he would rush into the house and confiscate those books. "

This incident diluted Shaw's previous sadness. He shook his head and walked into the old house.

In the following time, Shaw began to devote himself to learning magic.

During this period, the Ministry of Magic sent a letter by owl to inform him about the cancellation of the wanted order for Regulus.

The process was similar to Snape's. Dumbledore guaranteed that Regulus was actually a spy sent by the Order of the Phoenix to Voldemort.

This matter was also reported in the Daily Prophet, and the news of the return of the heir of the Black family spread like wildfire.

Many pure The Blood Family sent letters one after another, asking questions and so on, but they all wanted to prove that they had occupied the industry, but Shaw did not reply to any of them.

It was not that he did not care.

But some things would not have any better results if he came forward now. Even if he could get back some of the industry, the situation would only be extremely ugly.

Anyway, Shaw was not short of money now, so he was not in a hurry.

In the magic world, strength is respected, so Shaw still concentrated on absorbing knowledge.

After he had strength, all the lost things would naturally return to his hands, and he would gain more.

"Transfiguration torture!"

"Sharp blade to seal the throat!"

"Flocks of birds!"

"Armor protection! "

In the underground spell training room, Shaw kept casting spells on the alchemy dolls, and there was a pile of broken and twisted dolls in the corner. These were the results of his half-month efforts.

Sweating will naturally pay off.

Shor took a sip of the tea handed over by Kleche, then opened the system to take a look.

-System-

Host: Shaw.

Occupation: Wizard/Poker Magician.

Magic power: 40 (100 for adults)

Talent: Thunder element affinity max. Water element affinity level 1. Parseltongue level 1 (can only be used for simple and Snakes talk, uncontrollable).

Black Magic 8 (Azkaban).

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Skills: Occlumency max. Birds Flock 5, Armor 4, Levitation 3, Killing 3, Blade 3, Transfiguration 3, Corrosive Mist 2, Petrification 1, Purification 1, Unlocking 1...

Level 1 Faith: 3800. / Level 2 Faith: 98. / Level 3 Faith: 0.

Lottery: 1000/100/10 Faith per draw.

Mission: Grab the Savior's Fame (One Ring).