Hogwarts' Wizarding Throne

Shaw thought for a moment and knew that this serious witch was Professor McGonagall, the vice-principal of Hogwarts, and also an older cat lady.

He nodded without panic.

"Okay, Professor McGonagall, let's go now."

McGonagall looked at this elegant and polite boy and could hardly imagine that he would be a violent person.

Draco asked nervously.

"Professor, will Shaw be expelled?"

McGonagall shook her head.

"I don't know. Twelve directors have come to Hogwarts and are discussing this unprecedented train fight with Dumbledore in the principal's office."

Hermione also hurried over at this time, and she explained anxiously.

"Professor, it's not Shaw's fault. It was those seniors who called me a mudblood, so Shaw got angry and fought with them."

McGonagall's face looked much uglier.

"Is there anything else? Thank you for the testimony, lady. But I think you should take the boat to Hogwarts."

Hermione and Draco wanted to say something, but Shaw interrupted.

"Okay, go take the boat and experience the path of the founder. Believe me, I'll be fine. Draco, save me a seat."

"Okay, I'll wait for you."

"Shor, don't worry. My father is also a school director. He will protect you."

After Hermione and Draco left, McGonagall said to the professors behind.

"You go and escort the injured students to the school hospital. I will take Mr. Black to the principal's office."

Several professors looked at Shaw with an ambiguous look, especially a young professor with a scarf on his head. After they turned around and walked towards the train, McGonagall reached out her hand.

"Hold my arm. The principal has temporarily opened the anti-apparition restriction in the principal's office. We have to hurry up and can't delay the sorting ceremony at the beginning of the school year."

Shor reached out and grabbed McGonagall's hand, and then with a "whoosh", the two disappeared.

When Shaw felt the uncomfortable experience of squeezing out of the flushing toilet again, although his body was very uncomfortable, he no longer retched.

He and McGonagall appeared on the eighth floor of Hogwarts Castle at this moment.

What came into view was a huge dripstone bird beast. After seeing McGonagall and Shaw, the bird beast spoke coldly.

"Command."

"Sizzle honey bee candy."

After McGonagall said the command, Shaw only felt the ground shaking, and then the bird beast began to rotate slowly, climbing up like an elevator, revealing a spiral staircase.

After stopping, McGonagall took Shaw up the stairs, and soon the door of the principal's office was within reach.

Professor McGonagall kindly straightened Shaw's collar and said in a gentle tone.

"Don't be nervous later. You just need to tell the truth. Headmaster Dumbledore will make the decision for you. Hogwarts will not give up a genius like you."

Shor was not nervous at all, but he still bowed to thank him.

"Thank you for your concern, Professor."

Professor McGonagall pushed open the door and let Shaw go in by himself. She was still busy welcoming the first-year wizards and presiding over the sorting ceremony.

The headmaster's office is a luxurious room with a duplex structure. Behind the large desk is a row of bookshelves arranged in a semicircle.

Various exquisite silverware is placed on the long tables with thin legs around, and magical portraits of past headmasters are hung on the walls.

Among them, what Shaw noticed most was a silver sword in a glass container and a colorful phoenix dozing on a gilded bird stand.

As for the group of people who glared at him, Shaw did not take it seriously. He just nodded slightly to Malfoy among them.

Dumbledore, who was sitting in an office chair, kindly joked to Shaw, who came in and looked around.

"It seems that Mr. Black is not nervous, and his mentality is very good."

Before Shaw could speak, a middle-aged wizard with a cold expression and greasy hair spoke sarcastically.

"Arrogant people always look down on everything, but they don't know how unforgivable their mistakes are. Headmaster, I suggest that Mr. Black be expelled directly."

Shor didn't need to guess that this must be Snape, the arrogant man, who really has a "no wife face".

Malfoy in the crowd stammered and didn't say anything to help, but an elegant old man with a vigorous spirit took the lead to help.

"It's just a bunch of ignorant kids playing around. There's no need to be so serious."

"Old Furley, your granddaughter didn't go to the hospital, so you're just saying it lightly."

"Hmph, I think this kid from the Muggle world has long forgotten the nobility and elegance of the Black family and only knows violence. As a school director, my Nott family firmly opposes his admission."

"As a former school director, Black's children should have an exemption!"

"This won't work...…. "

These people kept arguing, and not all of the twelve directors wanted to punish Shaw.

There were six or seven families like the Fry family, which had just eased, and the Burns family, which remained neutral.

They just suggested that Shaw be put in solitary confinement.

And Dumbledore looked on calmly and didn't care. He wanted to explore Shaw's character and the attitudes of certain people through this incident.

But Shaw was very impatient and didn't want to continue playing along with these people.

The intentions of those opposing directors were nothing more than to let Shaw express his position now. As long as he stopped arguing with them and pursuing those industries, the beating could probably be written off.

This was also the reason why the train was put on the train before. The motivation for Kuss to take the initiative to provoke was that some of these families did not expect the result to be like this.

The Slytherin students were almost wiped out, which was a typical example of pretending to be powerful but getting slapped in the face.

Although these people are crazy now, they can also take the opportunity to force them. Their children can't be beaten for nothing.

It can only be said that these families are used to being arrogant and blinded by interests, and they can't see Shaw's huge potential.

Since Shaw dared to hit people, he naturally had a way to counterattack.

He didn't hesitate, walked directly to the desk, and handed Dumbledore a note.

"Professor, I think you can take a look at this before considering whether to expel me. I think Hogwarts still needs me. "

A gleam of light flashed in Dumbledore's eyes, and he looked at Shaw through his blue glasses, then took the note and opened it.

But after reading the content of the note, his expression became serious, and he did not continue to ask Shaw about the specific situation. The two of them tacitly reached a deal.

So Dumbledore stood up and said directly to the twelve directors who were still arguing.

"Okay, the opening banquet is about to begin. Everyone, please go back. As for Shaw's punishment, his future dean will naturally punish him."

Old Nott and other people who opposed the most fiercely were naturally dissatisfied. They couldn't go in vain today.

"Dumbledore, we directors have the right..., uh. "

But when they continued to refute, they suddenly felt a huge momentum coming from Dumbledore, as if the flow of air slowed down.

Until then, everyone remembered that Dumbledore was the greatest wizard of this century. When he wanted to be polite, he was naturally a good guy.

But once he was serious, he was a complete White Devil. Not to mention the other party's strength, their influence alone would make them suffer.

The twelve directors had no choice but to leave the principal's office. When old Fry left, he wanted to invite Shaw to his home for Christmas, but Shaw politely refused.

Snape glanced at Shaw gloomily, waved his sleeves, and left like a big bat.

Dumbledore regained his kind look and said with a smile.

"It seems that Professor Snape has misunderstood you. You must explain it to him in the future."

Shor didn't care.

"Don't worry, principal. When I enter Slytherin, I will naturally have many opportunities to make peace with the dean. "

Dumbledore was surprised.

"Oh? You want to join Slytherin? Actually, Gryffindor is pretty good too. Your uncle Sirius also graduated from Gryffindor. If he hadn't made a mistake, he would have become a great warrior."

Shor didn't want to argue with the old bee about this.

"Professor, it's getting late. I still need to attend the sorting ceremony. As for the matter on the note, I will let you know when I have the exact news."

Dumbledore frowned slightly, looked at the content of the note again, and then waved his hand, and the note burned out of thin air.

"Well, you are very sensible, and I am also relieved. Why don't we go to the opening banquet together? Come and hold my hand. As the headmaster, there is always a little convenience. "

Just as Shaw put his hand on Dumbledore's arm, a headmaster in a frame on the wall spoke.

"Please wait, Albus, let me talk to Shaw. Boy, why don't you go to the room on the second floor of the old house where the family tree is hidden to chat with me."

Dumbledore seemed to know who was talking, and did not stop his action, waving at the phoenix Fawkes.

"Philias, next time, the sorting ceremony is almost over, you can't let your descendants of the Black family not enter the college."

Then the phoenix Fawkes spread its wings and flew to Dumbledore's shoulder, and a pleasant phoenix cry sounded, and Dumbledore and Shaw disappeared after the sparks exploded.

In the Great Hall half an hour ago, Professor McGonagall began the sorting.

"Hannah Abbott."

But at this time, in addition to the nervousness of the little wizards waiting to be sorted, everyone was more concerned about the person who overthrew Slytherin.

I saw Shaw being taken away by Professor McGonagall before.People were talking about it.

"Is Shaw really fired?"