Hogwarts' Wizarding Throne

"Nightmare!"

After an afternoon of training, all the snakes were bruised and swollen, and were terrified.

Due to the serious injuries, there was no plan for extra training today.

At this moment, the snakes looked at the calm chief as if they saw a pervert.

How could someone go from barely hitting the target to predicting the person being hit after practicing less than ten times!

In the end, he even developed to the point where he could easily knock anyone off their broom.

But the snakes immediately felt that the Quidditch Cup this semester was a sure thing!

Didn't you see that Harry, the genius seeker of Gryffindor, now had a constipated expression.

No wonder the chief didn't care if others saw his tactics, this was really a case of one force defeating ten skills.

The snakes were looking forward to the new Quidditch Cup starting soon, so that they could slaughter the other three major colleges!

Snape in the corner watched for an hour, and left with satisfaction when he saw Harry's ugly expression.

Before leaving, he asked a little snake to bring a bunch of healing potions to the players.

Draco was a little lame, but he didn't care about healing. He got off the broom and ran to comfort his good friend: Think about it, second place is actually pretty good.

And Shaw, who made all this, looked at the healing potion in his hand and twitched his mouth. Was the old bat kind or did he let himself smash it in the future?

To be honest, Shaw found that he suddenly liked this violent Quidditch sport. No wonder this sport has been popular in the wizarding world for so many years.

Destruction and explosion, confrontation and conquest, may really be crazy genes engraved in people's bones.

For example, who didn't like to set off firecrackers and watch fireworks when they were young? (Those who have blown up cow dung will deduct 6 points for themselves)

Or squatting on the ground to poke ant nests, or watering them? This can be fun all day!

What Shaw didn't notice was that his surrogate mother Vita Rozier also watched this violent training. It is estimated that the content of the next class has already been prepared.

Shaw returned to the Slytherin lounge surrounded by the little snakes.

Harry returned to the hall with Draco's words that were worse than comforting.

Finally, he thought that since Shaw allowed him to watch, he didn't mind the news leaking out.

After dinner, he hesitated for a while, but still reported the matter to Wood. After all, this matter was related to the glory of the Lion House, and Harry finally began to care about it.

Well, the dog captain went crazy after hearing the report, and immediately called all the players.

After a desperate speech, he wanted to take everyone to the court to practice late at night. After all, there were still two hours before curfew, and they had to race against time.

Everyone practiced enough this morning, and it was hard to stop Wood from going crazy.

Angelina, the main attacker of Gryffindor, analyzed rationally.

"Don't be discouraged, Quidditch is a team game. No matter how good the vice-president is, he is just one person. He joined the team suddenly and probably hasn't gotten used to his teammates yet. Besides, Quidditch is a win-loss points game, and it can't be decided in one game. This is our chance!"

Wood was excited for a while, but now he calmed down and nodded.

"Angelina is right, but Slytherin has the advantage of brooms. I'll try to ask the dean to see if we can think of a way to reduce the equipment gap."

"Yes, as long as Harry catches the Golden Snitch as quickly as possible, it will be fine."

Other players expressed their opinions one after another, but the twins, who were batsmen, were muttering in the corner.

"The big devil can't use spells on the court, right?"

"Of course, so, hehe, isn't this the chance for revenge?"

"I suddenly have an idea. Let's study a kind of reflective props for off-court use. This does not violate the rules of the game and can make the big devil suffer a loss."

"Ha, I just happen to have an idea, such as..."

"..."

"But these must be kept secret, otherwise they won't work."

Wood looked over and found that the twins were absent again, and immediately said dissatisfied.

"What are you two whispering about? Come to the meeting."

Fred, with squinting eyes, immediately took charge.

"You don't have anything to discuss, just leave the big devil to us!"

George with a crooked mouth is pursuing Angelina, a sports beauty who is also a discipline inspector, to try to avoid being caught violating the rules.

At this time, he ran over to brag to Angelina.

…….

After eating dinner in the hall, Shaw returned to the Slytherin lounge and did not go back to wash up immediately. He started supervising everyone's evening self-study again.

He also started to study hard.

Now he not only had more study tasks.

He also had to learn music theory, practice eloquence, make eye contact, etc., until the evening self-study ended and he returned to the dormitory., still forgetting to eat and sleep.

Before going to bed, Ziying came back from her wandering and pecked at Xiaoer's hair. She complained in her mind, saying that Xiaoer was not trustworthy and actually cheated the bird!

Xiaoer naturally coaxed it, and finally took out the harp to "block its ears and plug its ears" and played a weird "lullaby" for it.

The effect was great. Ziying soon couldn't stand the torture and went to sleep by herself, ignoring the crazy Xiaoer.

Xiaoer smiled and fell asleep, and had no dreams all night.

After getting up early the next day.

Under the strange gaze of Draco and the other two, Xiaoer suspended an atlas in the air, and then looked into the eyes of the raptor in the atlas.

At first, Xiaoer didn't feel anything, but his eyes were a little dry after staring for a long time, but he remembered Vita's advice and blinked less.

Blinking in many cases means guilty.

As time went by, Xiaoer felt as if he saw through the world in the sharp eyes of the goshawk.

The eagle soars in the sky, dives for prey with a sharp and decisive kill, and fights fiercely for survival and its own kind...

"Chief, it's time for morning self-study."

At this time, Draco, who had been looking at it strangely for a long time, reminded him weakly.

After Shaw came to his senses, he turned his head and looked at Draco. A hint of fierceness and red light flashed in his eyes, which was very similar to the sequelae of the last time he soul-reading a large number of eight-eyed giant spiders.

This scared the little boy, but he found that Shaw's eyes soon became calm again.

Shaw summoned a water mirror to look at his eyes, and there was no difference.

But Draco's performance just now should have some effect, and it is estimated that it will take a long time to persist.

He got up and went to morning self-study with the three people. An hour later, he went to the hall to have breakfast and listened to Alice's report.

After that, Shaw went to the Dark Magic Defense Office invisibly again.

It was also scanned by an unknown alchemical item, and the door opened automatically.

Xiao Er smiled, subconsciously looked down at his appearance, and walked into the office after finding that there was nothing wrong.

Today, Vita did not play the piano, but was arranging flowers, with a pair of delicate scissors in her hand, trimming them from time to time.