Hogwarts' Wizarding Throne

Shaw knew that these guys were unruly, even though he had just demonstrated his strength.

But why were many people not afraid of the powerful Dumbledore?

So Shaw had to show his courage to kill decisively, otherwise he would be bullied.

The wand in his hand immediately turned into a lightning sword, and he pointed the sword at everyone and said coldly.

"There is no need to ask the Dark Lord to come back, I can still give you an explanation! If anyone has any opinions, stand up and let me see."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Death Eaters below did not take the lead.

The nature and results of shouting together and shouting alone are different, and no one is a fool.

Shaw was not in a hurry, there were plenty of chickens.

Shaw glanced at Fudge hiding in the crowd and Snape who had been invisible, and continued to speak lightly.

"Lucius, Wengo, have someone capture those who fled before the battle, and come back to the hall in half an hour to discuss it!"

After Shaw finished speaking, he drove the patronus to take him to the hall. When he flew over Fudge, he stretched out his claws and took the fat man away with him.

Fudge was so scared that his heart and liver were broken, and he cried and screamed.

"Ah, ah, sir, please let me go, I didn't see anything, ah, ah, don't kill me to silence me!"

Only a bunch of Death Eaters who were still silent were left watching Shaw leave.

Lucius shook his head and sighed and whispered with Wengo.

Then he ordered those who had kneeled to see Shaw before to arrest those who fled before the battle.

He also had to patiently explain the fact of the double devil of the Death Eaters to those who still didn't believe it.

The chaos made Lucius very worried.

In the hall.

Shaw sat on the silver throne, looking calmly at Fudge who was slumped on the ground.

This guy was really cowardly. He hadn't threatened anything yet, but he was shaking all over, sweat dripping down his head, lowering his head and covering his eyes, begging for mercy in a low voice.

"Sir, please let me go. I didn't see anything. As long as you let me go, I will definitely use my power as a minister to help you make a profit..."

Shaw drank a cup of tea brought by Narcissa, nodded gently to express his gratitude, and then said to Fudge.

"Fudge, don't be afraid first. Do you think you can continue to be a minister?"

Fudge was stunned. In the face of losing power, he really didn't care about being afraid or pretending to be an ostrich. He looked up and looked at Shaw steadily.

"Sir, you, you want to drive me off the stage?"

Shaw said calmly.

"You are wrong. It is not me who wants to drive you out of office, but Dumbledore."

Fudge was stunned and said in disbelief.

"Why?"

Shor looked at Fudge as if he was an idiot.

"Are you scared? The return of the Dark Lord is a fact, and I am here to help him. Dumbledore has witnessed the number of Death Eaters before.

So the wizard war is about to break out. Do you think Dumbledore will allow a coward like you to continue to be the Minister?"

Fudge's body shook, his eyes immediately lost focus, and he muttered to himself.

"No, no, the Minister is mine, mine! I am the most qualified Minister."

Then he suddenly realized something and immediately knelt down under the throne, loudly expressing his loyalty.

"Lord Black, no, it's the master, you summoned me alone, and I will definitely support me, right? As long as you and the pure-bloods support me, Dumbledore can't drive me out of office."

Shor saw that Fudge was really submissive. The minister had no moral integrity, and the master called him.

He didn't know whether to be speechless or what.

He pondered for a moment, forget it, he didn't expect Fudge to do anything big, it was just a transition.

"It's not impossible for me to support you, stretch out your hand!"

Fudge was surprised at first, and then he was doubtful. Is this going to plant the Dark Mark? There will be no room for resistance in the future.

He stole a glance at Shaw's domineering eyes that could not be refused, and could only grit his teeth and roll up his sleeves, revealing his chubby arms.

Shaw's eyes twitched, and he put his wand on Fudge's arm and said lightly.

"Relax, if you resist, I don't mind giving you a killing curse!"

Fudge trembled with fear and nodded hurriedly.

"I won't resist, I won't resist."

Shor began to cast a spell on Fudge. The spell was not a simple Dark Mark, but a Dark Mark mixed with soul shackles.

This is the first generation version, let's take Fudge to test it.

After all, he only knows the incomplete version of the Dark Mark. Although Tom can use the Dark Mark completely, he doesn't have a complete version of the spell.

After all, Voldemort spent a long time perfecting this compound spell, otherwise it wouldn't be so domineering and unsolvable.

Or could Dumbledore not solve it for Snape? Ahem, there is also the possibility that the old bee doesn't want to solve it.

To prevent Voldemort from doing this in the future, ShorAfter Mozhen returned, he fought for the Death Eaters that he had finally gathered.

After Fudge, the test subject, was fine, the marks of the Death Eaters with the Dark Mark had to be improved.

After a while, Shaw took back his wand.

"Alright."

Fudge took back his arm and saw that the mark on it was actually a pentagram pattern, not a skull spitting snakes.

He thought he had come to his senses, and the Death Eaters were also divided into factions.

Just now, he felt that something was branded in his heart, but he couldn't detect anything. Now, looking at Shaw, he felt that the other party was not so scary. Instead, he felt that the other party was really domineering and had a lot of leadership qualities.

Shaw waved his hand.

"Alright, find a seat and sit down. In the future, just cooperate with Lucius and others to do things. If you do well, you will be the minister."

Fudge knew that Shaw hadn't finished half of his sentence, and his fat body couldn't help shaking again, and he quickly bent over and promised.

"Don't worry, sir. I will do my best to serve you in the future!"

"Okay, go sit down at the fourth seat on the left hand side."

After hearing Shaw's order, Fudge looked back at the distribution of seats in the hall.

Although he was muttering in his heart that he was a minister with such a low rank, he did not dare to say much and sat down obediently.

He had time to tidy up his appearance. Minister Fudge was a very face-conscious person.

Narcissa stood behind the doorpost with a plate in her hand, watching Shaw calmly subdue Fudge, frowning, feeling both relieved and worried.

She was relieved that the Black family had a pure-blood leader, but she was also worried that Shaw chose to stand out now for some reason.

Half an hour later.

Lucius and Wingo led a group of people into the hall in an orderly manner, with more than a dozen deserters behind them.

Everyone was stunned when they saw where Fudge was sitting. Some were envious, and some were jealous and dissatisfied.

Lucius had done a good job before, and all the Death Eaters bowed slightly to Shaw on the throne.

"Greetings, Lord Dark Lord!"

Shor played with a golden cup in his hand, raised his eyes and glanced at the two or three hundred people.

In fact, he didn't expect that today would develop to this point, and he actually became the Dark Lord.

However, now that things have come to this, Shaw let the domineering look in his eyes become more obvious! He waved his hand in a more elegant and calm manner.

"Sit down."

"Thank you, Dark Lord!"

After everyone responded, they began to sit down one by one, and then looked at Shaw, who was faintly revealing the demeanor of a king.