Hogwarts' Wizarding Throne

After Shaw left the library, he did not go back to the dormitory directly. Instead, he cast the Disillusionment Charm, left the castle directly, and headed for the Forbidden Forest.

To practice Legilimency, you need a living being with thoughts.

He couldn't use it on students, and this skill was too elementary, and the effect of invading memory was too rough.

Then he could only go to the Forbidden Forest to find magical creatures with higher intelligence, such as the Acromanthus and the Centaurs.

After a busy night, the deep forest was in chaos, and I won't go into details.

When Shaw slowly walked out of the Forbidden Forest, his black pupils were slightly red, directly covering up the purple that flashed from time to time.

There was still a bit of violence in him.

A magical creature with wisdom is also a beast, and the thoughts and desires of a beast are very primitive.

Even for a civilized astrological race like the Centaurs, the theme is to kill, eat, and reproduce.

Not to mention a brutal creature like the Acromanthus.

When Shaw drove hundreds of giant spiders and several lone centaurs crazy with his soul reading overnight.

He was tortured by their primitive thoughts and desires.

Fortunately, the harvest was not bad. With the full level of brain occlumency as a foundation, he actually had a strong control over memory.

In addition to the test subjects that did not count consumption, soul reading reached level 5 very "easily".

It should be enough for use.

When they returned to the dormitory, it was just dawn, morning self-study had not started yet, and Draco and the others had just got up.

But when the three saw Shaw, they were all shocked.

Goyle was so shocked that he dropped the small cake he had secretly eaten on the ground.

Draco avoided Shaw's terrifying eyes and asked in confusion.

"Chief, what are you doing?"

Shaw first patiently calmed down the purple shadow that suddenly appeared on his shoulder.

Then he waved to Draco and the others.

"It's okay, you guys just do your own things. By the way, Draco, please ask for a day off for me today."

Draco hesitated, but still asked worriedly.

"Chief, are you really okay? Do you want to go to the school hospital?"

Shor, who was walking towards the bed, turned back suddenly and stared at Draco with red eyes.

He wanted to yell and reprimand him, but the brain block technique was activated immediately, making him much clearer.

He sighed and said to Draco, who was frightened and staggered.

"I'm fine. It's the sequelae of practicing spells. I'll be fine after two days of rest."

Draco stood up in doubt and looked at Shaw, who was already lying on the bed with his eyes closed.

Draco gritted his teeth, took a quilt, tiptoed over, and made a gesture of covering the quilt to Ziying.

Ziying tilted his head, looked at Shaw, then looked at the cashmere quilt in Draco's hand, and nodded in agreement.

Draco breathed a sigh of relief, stepped forward and gently covered Shaw with a blanket, and poured a cup of hot water and placed it on the bedside table.

He looked at Shaw with a frown again with concern, and then went to the morning self-study with his two quail-like followers.

After they left, Shaw opened his eyes and chuckled.

"This broken kid, it's not in vain to take care of him, well, although he has never contributed to the fanaticism value! Forget it, it doesn't matter."

Then he turned his head and said to Ziying,

"Don't worry, I'll sleep a little longer, go play by yourself."

As he said, he closed his eyes again, ready to use sleep to regulate the negative emotions lingering in his heart.

Ziying hadn't eaten breakfast yet, and his stomach was a little hungry, but he didn't plan to go out to find food at this time.

He tilted his head and thought for a while, and his purple-black eyes flashed with thinking.

Then he flew to Goyle's bedside table and took out a snack box from it.

Then it flew back to Shaw again, pecking at food and silently guarding Shaw.

Shaw slept for a whole day.

When he woke up in a daze, he squinted his eyes and looked at the magic clock on the wall. It was 6 o'clock in the morning.

Shaw did not get up, and dozed off to think about this experience.

And this experience gave Shaw a deeper understanding of memory and soul.

No wonder the three unforgivable spells are listed as black magic.

Excessive use will indeed affect the mind, which is a result of mutual influence.

For example, under the same magic reserve.

When using the killing curse, the stronger the killing intention, the greater the power.

Although the soul of the person being killed is annihilated, there is hatred and curses that are fed back to the killer in some form.

The killer, who is already mentally dark, is slowly superimposed by this feedback, and finally goes crazy or insane.

The other two unforgivable curses also have a rough emotional causal relationship.

And the reason why Shaw can use the killing curse so smoothly without being backfired.

First, thanks to the defense of the brain block technique, it can also construct a virtual strong killing intention.

Second, his affinity for the element of thunder, the hatred and curses reflected by those who were killed, all vanished under the automatic counterattack of thunder.

The reason for this practiceThe sequelae of soul reading would be so serious.

Or Shaw was too eager to achieve success, and took the initiative to enter the memories of those magical creatures and directly contact them. No matter how strong the passive skills were, they could not withstand his abuse.

If Shaw used this method on another person, he would have gone crazy long ago. After all, he was a little reckless this time.

"Hungry, hungry, can't walk, can't walk."

"Shore still hasn't woken up. Oh, should I notify Madam Pomfrey to come and see?"

"I am so relaxed when the big devil is asleep."

"What happened to the big devil? Will he not be able to wake up after sleeping?"

Suddenly, Shaw's mind murmured, but no one spoke in his ears, only the rustling sound of carefully putting on clothes.

Shaw turned his head and saw that it was Draco and the others who got up.

Ziying also looked over in confusion, with a very pitiful look in his eyes.

Shaw then realized that his Legilimency was always on, no wonder his head was a little dizzy.

It was interesting again, a magical version of "hearing your voice"?

Shaw suddenly understood why the old bee always liked to pry into other people's minds.

"Hungry, hungry, can't leave."

"If he doesn't wake up at noon, I must inform Madam Pomfrey."

"The big devil doesn't wake up, and the little devil is in a bad mood, it's really hard for me."

"Never mind, just think about eating more steamed buns for breakfast."

Shaw heard the thoughts of his three roommates again, and the simple thoughts of Ziying, the foodie.

After the three of them walked out quietly and closed the door carefully, Shaw opened his eyes.

The red pupils were gone, and they had returned to the deep black color, and the purple light flashed from time to time.

"Nick!"

The purple shadow cried out in surprise, then flew over and pecked at his hair again.

"Bad, bad, bad!"

Shor listened to the purple shadow's complaints in his mind, smiled and touched the purple shadow's long neck lovingly.

First cut off the Legilimency, then comforted.

"Okay, I'm fine. If you're hungry, go to the Forbidden Forest to find food, or ask Alice to get you food."

The purple shadow flew around Shaw twice with concern, and then disappeared in a flash.

Shaw took a long breath, took out two bottles of energy potion and drank them, and his swollen head gradually relaxed.

After getting up, he changed his clothes and gave himself a "fresh clean" and "clean teeth and mouth".

All his work was ready.

He took out Tom's diary and the bottle of imperial green potion, as well as some odds and ends.

He closed his eyes and pondered for a while, thinking about the words of psychological warfare.

After opening his eyes, Shaw started to curse.

"Tom, you are a piece of shit."