Hogwarts' Wizarding Throne

Vita did not answer Shaw's doubts immediately, but extended her hand and gestured elegantly.

"Don't worry, I have a lot of time to explain it to you slowly. Come, drink tea first.

The tea is just cold, and the temperature is just right for the throat. This is French green tea. I added sugar cubes and fresh mint leaves. It is very fragrant and calming."

Shor was stunned and looked at the teacup that Vita had poured and placed in front of him. The light green tea in it was no longer steaming.

This is a cold tea, and the cooling time was just right by Vita.

Shaw's heart tightened. This rhythm control reminded him of Flitwick, and his estimate of Vita's ability increased by an order of magnitude.

He picked up the teacup on the porcelain plate and sniffed it at the tip of his nose. In addition to the unique tea fragrance, there was indeed a refreshing mint flavor.

He took a sip, huh? It was slightly sweet with a little bitterness, and the taste was very elegant.

It was different from the bitter tea he usually drank and the sweet drink of the old bee.

Thinking about what this means?

Vita really knows Shaw well, and said at the right time after seeing his thoughtful expression.

"Don't think too much, drinking tea is just drinking tea, it's just to quench thirst and refresh yourself, there is no meaning or particularity."

Shaw choked a little, put down the teacup and looked at Vita speechlessly.

Is this not particular? Are you fooling around, ask Dumbledore if he agrees?

Vita pushed over another cup of freshly brewed black tea and some exquisite pastries, and said patiently with a warm tone.

"It really has no special meaning, your heartstrings are too tight, you need to relax, this kind of tea has the effect of relieving nervous fatigue.

I know you are wary of me, but it doesn't matter, time will prove everything, now just think of it as a professor inviting good students to have afternoon tea."

Shaw didn't continue to drink tea, but still looked at Vita, the old woman. It should be said that the warm eyes and the other party's cold and noble temperament are very inconsistent.

But now the other party looked at him kindly and patiently, which was really not at all inconsistent.

Shaw felt uncomfortable all over and wanted to end this uncomfortable afternoon tea quickly.

"Professor, I still want to know how you determined my whereabouts and how you want to teach me?"

Vita sighed secretly and then waved her hand.

The tea set and cakes on the coffee table were gently moved aside.

Then she took out an alchemical instrument like a compass from the small drawer of the coffee table, and the silver pointer on it was facing Shaw.

"This is an alchemical instrument that can locate and track. I rely on it to know your whereabouts, of course, the premise is to obtain your blood or hair.

You know too little about the secret methods of the magic world. You need to pay attention to the outflow of body tissues in the future."

Vita may have really been a professor, and then continued to give examples.

"The first Muggle-born minister in the UK was a little short-sighted. After his hair was obtained by a pure-blood family, it was used to curse him, so he had to step down early.

And Voldemort, it was also a matter of knowledge. Horcruxes are a way of immortality. Who among the pure-bloods with a background doesn't know how to make them? But how many people dare to try to make them?

So in the future, I will not only teach you how to control power and rights, but also popularize some necessary knowledge of the magic world."

"Thank you for your advice, professor. I will pay attention to it in the future."

Shor listened carefully, and he was not an ungrateful person. After politely thanking him, he took his eyes away from the tracker.

Subconsciously touched his black hair, and he really didn't pay attention to these details before.

He didn't doubt that Vita had a way to get his hair and nails left over from his time in the Muggle world.

It was funny that Voldemort was proud of and thought that his secret method of immortality was not only guessed by many people, but also very insignificant in the eyes of others.

Then he thought about the penultimate sentence that Vita had just said.

"The professor wants to teach me how to control strength and power?"

Vita waved her wand, and a stack of information flew out of a cabinet behind her and slowly landed in front of Shaw.

"Take a look first. This is the investigation I conducted after I learned about you."

Shaw narrowed his eyes and picked up the information to read it carefully.

In the information, except for some very secret things, it basically recorded everything he had done since entering the magic world.

The reorganization of Hogwarts, the counterattack and gathering of pure blood, the dealings with Dumbledore, and the plot to become the school director, etc.

Even the relationship between himself and Tom in this version of the Dark Lord has an inference: cooperation and mutual fear.

Although it is not accurate, it is powerful enough.

Shaw guessed that some of these materials might have been provided by Old Fry, but he still admired the power and intelligence gathering ability of the Witch Party.

After he finished reading the information, his expression became more serious and he looked up in confusion."Professor, is there anything wrong with this?"

Vita restrained the gentleness in her eyes and restored her capable and cold side.

"After I got to know you carefully, your magic talent and the speed of your strength growth really amazed me, but there are more problems exposed.

Not to mention your own poor control of magic, I can't bear to refute it.

Just talking about the rapid growth of power.

This brings you strong self-confidence and ambition, without matching control ability.

No matter how deliberately you behave very gentle and restrained, you are still inevitably arrogant and eager for quick success, and even ignore life!

And as a qualified superior, who can decide the future and life of thousands of people, these are fatal weaknesses.

And these are what I need to teach and correct you in the future."

Shor was stunned.

This is the first time that someone has said that he is impatient?

He lowered his head and savored it carefully.

Over the past year, I have been faced with many factors, including the needs of the mission, the suppression of pure bloods, and Dumbledore's suspicion.

I have been attacking from many sides, and I dare not stop for a moment. I have been walking on all kinds of tightrope.

Although the results are not bad, my strength and power have increased greatly.

But I seem to be getting more and more arrogant and arrogant.

I even had the ridiculous idea of ​​fighting Dumbledore.

Now that I think about it, it is because the old bee is on the side of justice and has those ridiculous and admirable principles.

And the older he is, the more careful he is in doing things, the stronger his patience is, and he doesn't want to create a new Dark Lord, so he has been trying to persuade himself.

If it were someone who couldn't tolerate any sand in his eyes, Shaw would have dared to jump like this. Not to mention that he would have been crushed to death long ago, at least he would have ended up running away from school.

After all, those who dare to doubt the strength, scheming, and connections of the old bee would either be dead or imprisoned.

It's ridiculous that he occasionally feels proud that he never loses when he plays witty tricks with the opponent.

And Shaw's control over the plot may not always work.

For example, the last warning letter from the International Wizarding Association, which was authorized by Dumbledore, had obviously touched the other party's bottom line.

If he jumps again, I'm afraid...

The more he thought about it, the more scared he felt. A drop of cold sweat slowly dripped from Shaw's forehead.