Hogwarts' Wizarding Throne

Shaw withdrew his confused eyes from the music theory book and looked up at Draco, who looked like Su Qier.

He pondered Draco's words for a moment.

He thought that maybe Harry felt that if he didn't let you help him, you two would have to fight until dawn.

He didn't expose it. He took out his wand and cleaned up the kid before saying lightly.

"Not bad, Slytherin's hope of winning in the future depends on you."

"Ahem..."

Draco was excited and choked when he heard this.

His shoulders were soft, but he didn't dare to take this responsibility. Suddenly he remembered something and quickly changed the subject.

"Head, the dean asked me to tell you that tomorrow weekend, he will go to see you train Quidditch."

"Ahem!"

This time it was Shaw's turn to almost choke.

This hurdle is also a hurdle that can't be overcome. I wonder if I should go for intensive training now?

He looked at his level 3 flying talent, and then at the remaining 6 skill points and 4 talent points.

He gritted his teeth and increased his flying talent to level 5.

In an instant, he felt like a little bird, with a light body, always wanting to stretch his arms and shake.

The lightning rings behind him were also passively activated, looming.

Shaw felt that riding a broom would be more powerful, but he didn't know yet, but he felt that his ability to fight in the sky was greatly improved.

He even had the illusion that he was walking on flat ground when he stepped into the air.

Shaw even had a brainwave, and he could fight with the help of Apparition while flying!

He even had an intuition that if he transformed into an Animagus now, he would definitely be a flying creature.

Draco opened his mouth wide and watched Shaw floating above the bed, with a five-pointed purple wheel looming behind him, as if he wanted to ride the wind back.

What is this for?

But the next moment, Draco's right hand was pulled, and the new broom, the Light Wheel 2001, in his hand immediately slipped out of his hand.

The broom flew under Shaw, and the lightning ring disappeared, and he suddenly rode on the broom.

Draco's eyes blurred, and Shaw began to fly in the small dormitory.

Draco hurriedly looked at the place where the afterimage disappeared, but his eyes suddenly became unusable, and his eyeballs could not keep up with the speed.

Goyle and Crabbe also noticed the movement, sat up from the bed in a daze, and joined Draco's eyes.

Shaw was flying freely in this four-person dormitory of about 50 square meters at this moment, with a fast speed, and various thrilling turns and emergency stops.

How many times did the other three people think they were about to hit the wall, and they all cried out in worry.

Ziying was dozing on the lacquered gold bird stand. After opening his eyes and seeing Shaw flying so happily, he immediately shook his purple feathers, spread his wings and chased Shaw.

"Tsk!"

When Shaw saw the purple shadow chasing him, he also became playful. After running parallel to the purple shadow, they began to spiral together tacitly, showing all kinds of tricks, like two ribbons.

Although the man and the pet flew quickly and low in the dormitory, they did not hit the wall or furniture.

It just whizzed over Draco's head from time to time, blowing his platinum hair back and forth.

Draco had come to his senses. If the chief flew so well, would he be a batter?

But look at his own arms and legs.

He was depressed and sat on the bench. Sponsoring seven new brooms could not make up for it.

Shaw flew for a while, and let the purple shadow occasionally intercept him, and chased each other for a while.

He felt that his skills in riding a broom should be enough, so he wanted to stop.

But the next moment, he had a flash of inspiration.

No!

Snape was indifferent to other trivial matters except for Potter. He would not hold on to it if he had a grudge.

Anyway, if Quidditch really lost, he would deduct Harry's points to vent his anger. At least the college cup would definitely go to Slytherin.

Is he afraid that he has something to say to me during the day? But it is not easy to remind him directly?

Shaw thought of this and immediately waved his hand. After the dormitory door was opened in the air, he rushed out of the dormitory without slowing down.

The purple shadow also dragged a shadow to follow closely.

At this time, there were still seven or eight little snakes studying or chatting in a low voice in the lounge.

Suddenly, they heard a sound of breaking air. They looked up and saw two shadows passing by and suddenly hovering in front of the stone door.

When their eyes caught up, the stone wall door had opened a crack, and the two figures suddenly flew out of the lounge again.

"Huh? What was that just now? It was really fast. This sudden stop is at least at the level of a world Quidditch player."

"One seems to be the chief's pet bird, and the other one is?"

"It should be the chief? That proud bird won't pay attention to others."

"Did the chief change the time of his night hunting? It's over, I'm a witness, will I be silenced? No, I didn't see anything just nowSee you!"

A girl with rich imagination reminded the others, and their faces changed. They all stood up and covered their faces, saying that they had not seen anything just now.

In the corridor of Hogwarts, Filch was holding an oil lamp and looking for little wizards who were wandering at night.

His recent work is quite easy. After all, there is someone to take care of the discipline, and the number of little wizards who go out at night against the wind has decreased by 70%.

The twins who used to go out every night, one of them has a crooked mouth now, and is strictly controlled by the girlfriend of the discipline committee, so they don’t often go out at night.

Although Filch was relieved, he still missed the little wizards who had been scared in the middle of the night, screaming and panicking like headless flies.

Suddenly, he heard a sound of wind coming from the end of the corridor behind him. Without turning around, a micro-air wave knocked him over, but he saw nothing.

Filch stood up cursing, but he was so excited that he almost laughed out loud, and immediately chased after something he didn't know what it was.

"It must be another little wizard who played a prank, Mrs. Norris, chase him with me, we must catch him tonight."

And Shaw, who had fled the scene, cast an extrasensory spell on himself, and ran around freely in the dim corridors of Hogwarts without bumping into anyone.

Soon he came to the basement floor.

After hovering at the door of Snape's office, he turned around and said to Ziying.

"I have something to do with the professor, you go back to sleep first."

"Gu? Huh! "

The purple shadow obviously hadn't had enough fun. It landed on Shaw's shoulder and pecked his hair again, asking him to play with it for a while.

Shor stroked the purple shadow's feather crest.

"Next time, okay, okay, stop pecking. Tomorrow afternoon, tomorrow afternoon, I'll take you to the Quidditch field to have fun."

The purple shadow tilted its head, and its dark purple eyes were unusually bright in the darkness.

It turned around a few times humanely, then stretched out its paw, motioning Shaw to high-five it.

Shor smiled, as expected, there is no species that can have culture.

The purple shadow used to be so simple and easy to ignore, ahem. But now it knows how to high-five and swear.

Helplessly, he stretched out his hand and patted the purple shadow, and then sent it away.