Hogwarts' Wizarding Throne

On a white hill with beautiful scenery and covered with snow.

In the winter wind, Shore and Tom stood in the wind, and their outstanding temperaments were even more noble and extraordinary here.

Coincidentally, Tom also had black hair and black eyes, and he originally had this hair color and eye color.

Although the puppet bloodline is the blood and bones of Merope Gaunt, it should be brown hair and brown eyes.

Shore, the creator, naturally had to restore Tom's appearance when he was young, otherwise it would arouse suspicion.

These are all minor details.

However, the two people on the hill at this moment really looked like two brothers. Tom was a head taller than Shore, very much like an older brother.

But the actual status was the opposite.

Shore stretched out his hand and gently scratched it in the wind, and said lightly.

"You did a good job just now."

Tom didn't speak, and suddenly became a mute again, and all his power just now was restrained.

He stared at Shore's black hair, wondering what he was thinking.

After a long while, he took out his wand and wrote in the air.

"Your strategy is too impatient. It's just for the position of school director. There's no need to make such a big fuss."

Shor looked at Tom strangely, knowing that the other party was not used to being a notebook, but didn't know how to address him.

He didn't care, looking at the handwriting in the air, he sighed secretly.

He was still young, and there was really no need to be so anxious, but what about the three-ring task of conquering Hogwarts?

Because half of the school director seats were in the hands of pure bloods headed by Dumbledore, this task was estimated to take several years.

If you don't start now, just give up.

But if you want to face Dumbledore, you have to be really safe, and every legendary point is the top priority.

He didn't want to be as cowardly as Old Voldemort, who took more than ten years to break through the legendary realm before daring to expose his ambition completely.

His eyes were not limited to the UK.

As for being anxious now, it didn't matter. Anyway, he was sitting on the Diaoyutai, and the fire couldn't burn him.

Well, at most, the old bee invited me to have tea and "be" guided. Anyway, I have a lot of chips in my hand, and throwing one out from time to time will be enough for the old bee to be busy.

Seeing that Shaw didn't care, Tom frowned slightly, exhaled and wrote in the air again.

"After I have a body, I can already sense the general direction of the main soul. Do I need to catch him? Leaving him outside is a hidden danger after all."

Shor's eyes narrowed. Of course, he knew that Voldemort was still hiding in the Barnia Forest, waiting for a "loyal" Death Eater to find him.

For example, Peter Pettigrew, who was desperate in the original book.

"Can you catch Voldemort in his current state? It seems that Dumbledore can't do it either."

A glimmer of complacency flashed in Tom's gloomy eyes, and he began to popularize the principles of Horcruxes to Shaw.

"Horcruxes are an anchor for people in the world of the living. When the main body dies, the soul goes to the hazy fantasy where life and death are difficult to determine. It will not follow the call to the kingdom of the dead, but will return to the world of the living again according to the anchor of the Horcrux. At this time, the main soul is in a special state of neither birth nor death, and it is indeed impossible to catch him by ordinary means."

Short touched his chin and agreed with this view after a little thought. This method of immortality is simply simple and crude.

"Then what?"

Tom wrote in the air with his wand again.

"Others may not be able to touch Voldemort's residual soul or even trap him, but I can. After all, my soul and his are originally one and the same. Since the split soul can be a Horcrux, why can't the main soul be?"

Shor's eyes flashed with a fiery brilliance. He was moved by this bold but constructive possibility. He quickly calculated it in his mind and asked a little hurriedly.

"Are you sure you can do it?"

Tom did not agree immediately. He pondered for a while before writing.

"It's probably 80%, but the state of the main soul is indeed a little special, and the soul power is stronger than mine, so I need to make more preparations. After all, there is no precedent."

Shor also regained his calmness at this time.

"You are in charge of this matter. You can use the resources of the Death Eaters at will. If you need my help, you can also ask."

He paused when he said this. He still didn't want Tom to fight with Voldemort. There was no possibility of Voldemort's recovery. He trapped him just because he didn't want him to cause trouble, so he reminded him more.

"Remember, your safety is more important than Voldemort."

Tom's eyes flashed with an inexplicable throbbing.

In the memory of a pure-blood wizard, he had seen his crazy and cowardly mother.

The image of a woman with dull brown hair, pale face, ordinary appearance, and listless.

Gradually, it became like black hair and black pupils, with regular features and noble temperament.

Tom quickly shook his head in a state of disrespect, and the reflection in his eyes immediately shattered, and his eyes were full ofThe god returned to a calm and gloomy look again.

Then he stopped writing and Apparated away directly.

Shaw smiled, but didn't care much.

From his performance just now, Tom was already very responsible, and he would be more responsible in the future.

Shaw was looking forward to what the other party would call him in the future.

Master? Chief? Or something else.

In the cold wind, Shaw calmly thought about the follow-up for a long time, and then Apparated away.

With a flash of his figure, he appeared in the Shrieking Shack.

This house, which was previously built for Lupin's transformation on the full night, was temporarily used by Shaw as a transit station.

The dilapidated house was also cleaned up by the diligent Kreche.

Shaw didn't stay for long and quickly returned to Hogwarts along the secret passage.

Just entered the hall, it was dinner time, and the four tables were full of young wizards, but the atmosphere was not noisy. The young wizards sat upright and ate elegantly.

Professor McGonagall, sitting in the teacher's seat, was full of joy, no longer as serious as before.

Ahem, it turns out that good habits can be developed with external intervention and supervision.

When Shaw appeared, the few whispers and clashes of tableware in the hall disappeared.

Shaw endured many strange glances, resisted the idea of ​​Legilimency, and pretended to come to the Slytherin table calmly.

After sitting down at the head, the disappeared sounds reappeared.

Several of his favorite delicacies soon appeared on the table, and the steaming aroma was very scorching.

Shaw held the chopsticks and prepared to eat, while asking Alice, who was already drinking papaya soup after dinner, as if nothing had happened.

"How is the investigation going?"

Alice put down the soup bowl, wiped her mouth with a napkin first, and said in a lower voice after tucking her blue hair.

"The chief's estimate is correct. There are indeed some strange things about the rumors about you. So far, three suspicious people have been found.

The two little Gryffindor wizards exaggerated together. One is Ron, the youngest son of the Weasley family, and the other is Cormac McLaggen, whose family is quite powerful in the Ministry of Magic."

Alice paused, glanced at Draco who was eating silently with his head down, and continued.

"The other one is Pansy Parkinson."

When Shaw heard the names of these three people, his chopsticks stopped.

Ron and Pansy were not surprising to him.

As for Cormac McLaggen?

He seemed to have some impression. After careful recollection, this person seemed to have competed with Ron for the goalkeeper in the original book.

He was also a member of the Slug Club, and his most glorious moment was a brief date with Hermione.

Since Cormac was invited to join the Slug Club by the old snob Slughorn, his family background must be extraordinary.

This Gryffindor is a person who likes to show off and likes to make decisions. It's understandable that he doesn't like me, but Shaw thinks it's not that simple.

After thinking for a while, he gave an order.

"Investigate the details of this Cormac McLaggen in all aspects."

Alice also knew that there was something fishy about the rumor, and nodded solemnly.

"Okay, Chief, I will continue to check other people."

Shor said nothing more and continued to eat dinner.

Draco looked up at Shaw and sighed slightly in his heart.

After Shaw finished dinner, he refused to go with Draco, who was hesitant to speak, and went to the eighth floor alone.

He had to ask a teacher for Ziying.