Hogwarts' Wizarding Throne

After finally getting beaten up, get out of class was over.

Draco, who had long been worried about his good friend, quickly went over to ask Harry to play Quidditch together after class in the afternoon to relax.

But at this moment, a sinister voice sounded behind the two of them.

"Draco, it seems that you are very free. In this case, why not accompany Potter to detention in the afternoon? Five buckets of slugs should be enough to make you realize that you are still a Slytherin."

Draco's face fell instantly, and he almost became autistic.

In fact, there is a certain pressure for him to make friends with Harry.

His father had long advised him to stay away from Harry, after all, he had to guard against the future of the real Voldemort who was killed by Harry.

Snape at school also reminded him openly and secretly.

If Shaw had not rejected Harry and supported Draco to make this friend, he might have really compromised and given up.

Harry, who was comforted, could not bear it any longer, and was ready to turn around and refute Snape.

Draco quickly grabbed his arm and turned around to agree.

"Yes, Professor."

Snape snorted coldly, and turned around and rolled out of the classroom in a black robe.

Shaw looked at the scenes and felt strange, but didn't say much.

He didn't understand whether Dumbledore's training of Harry's character was useful?

Was it just for Snape's reversal that shocked Harry's heart before his death?

Humph, have you asked yourself if you agree?

….

There is still half a month before the Quidditch game.

There will be three single round-robin matches before Christmas, namely Gryffindor VS Slytherin, Ravenclaw VS Hufflepuff. Gryffindor VS Ravenclaw.

After Christmas, there will be three single round-robin matches. In the end, the total points will be calculated according to 1 point for a win and half a point for a draw. The top two will participate in the final.

(I originally wanted to set the ranking by goal difference, but I thought that this competition system had too many loopholes and it was easy to cheat and play matches, so I ruled it out.)

So when Shaw led two dejected people out of the classroom, he was called by Marcus and other team members.

"Chief, do you want to play and train together in the afternoon?"

Shor considered it. He played a few Quidditch training games and felt that the position of the batsman was similar to that of a table tennis player.

As long as the bat is made into a long and heavy metal racket, there is no difference.

"You guys train normally, I will find a place to train a secret tactic alone."

The players looked at the chief in surprise, wanting to ask but no one dared to.

Harry just looked depressed, and immediately looked up at Shaw.

Shaw ignored their wild thoughts.

He left these people alone and went directly to the Forbidden Forest. He spent an hour using alchemy technology to make several strange bats.

The bat was flat on both sides, and there were densely packed soft and hard spikes on both sides.

Then Shaw began to practice, and the Quaffle whistled in various ways, almost hitting the unicorn that was secretly following Shaw.

The second day, Saturday.

Dark Magic Office.

Vita stood in front of a wooden box and looked at Shaw.

"Are you ready? Don't you really need to practice with Boggart?"

Shaw exhaled and shook his head.

"No."

This time when he practiced the Patronus Charm, he blocked the brain blockage, so he couldn't simulate the false memory of being afraid of Dementors at all.

So when facing Boggart, he really didn't know what the other party would conjure up to scare him, and he didn't want to expose this fatal weakness to anyone.

For example, seeing a HP book shattered?

So it's better to go directly to the Dementors.

Seeing Shaw nod, Vita waved his hand, and the buckles on the suitcase opened one by one, and the lid slowly opened.

A curled up black shadow immediately floated out and stretched out. It was a skinny Dementor covered in black rags.

As it appeared, the atmosphere in the room became depressing. The cold and despair made the air condense. The ground near the wooden box even began to frost.

The Dementor had no facial features. There was only a big black mouth with pits on its face, which kept exhaling cold white air.

This thing had been locked up for a long time and was very irritable. It had been starved without happy emotions to absorb.

It wanted to rush to Vita and take a deep breath of happy emotions, but the tip of Vita's wand suddenly emitted a silver-white light that made him disgusted and afraid.

The Dementor had to give up this goal and turned to float towards Shaw, who looked solemn.

As it floated, it quickly approached Shaw with white frost and despair on the ground.

Shaw held the wand in his hand, pointed it forward at the Dementor, and quickly recalled some pleasant things in his mind.

For example, the ecstasy after obtaining the system, and even the recollection of the few memories of family affection in the previous life.

Shouted.

"Call the Guardian!"

The tip of the magic wand hissed and spewed silver-white light, although the light ball slowly became larger.

But those memories were still not enough to hatch his patronus!

And as the Dementors approached, under the feeling of despair, the few warm memories of his previous life were quickly erased one by one.

All that was left in his memory was some lonely nights in the small broken house, using some seemingly diverse and wonderful videos to fill his emptiness and loneliness.

All that was left was that he was abandoned since childhood, and was displaced, starving, and was looked down upon and abused by others...

This Dementor was obviously an old hand, and did not rush directly to Shaw's face or hit the ball of light head-on.

Instead, it circled around the little wizard, sucking in his good emotions in big gulps.

Shaw's body was so cold, his hands were shaking so much that he could hardly hold the wand, and the light ball on the tip of the wand gradually went out.

Vita knew that he had failed this time.

He sighed and waved his wand, and a silver-white and elegant long-necked swan spread its wings. The swan patronus brought silver-white light and quickly flew in front of the Dementors.

It was like a proud princess, waving its wings with great disdain, stirring up balls of white light to hit the Dementors, who were just so evil and arrogant.

After being repeatedly repelled, he tried to escape from left and right, but was soon forced back into the suitcase and trembled.

Shaw almost stumbled and fell down with his legs weak, but fortunately Vita's swan patronus appeared in time.

The scorching joy he exuded made him feel better, so he didn't make a fool of himself.

"Don't be discouraged, you've done a good job."

Vita came over and helped Shaw to sit on the sofa beside him, and reached out to call for the coffee cup that had been warmed in boiling water on the coffee table.

"Take a sip, this is chocolate, I mixed some milk, it will make you feel better."

Shor took the hot coffee cup and took a sip without blowing.

The sweet and warm chocolate and milk made the cold body feel better immediately, and the despair in his heart was also dispelled a lot.

He understood that Dumbledore liked sweets so much, maybe he was really bitter.