Hogwarts' Wizarding Throne

After Snape announced the simple and rough rules, except for the senior students who were watching the fun whispering, the first-year students did not make any extra movements, but took a step back in unison.

Draco was walking side by side with Shaw, but he saw that the two idiots Goyle and Crabbe also stepped back tactfully.

He opened his mouth, then took a step back, acknowledging the fact that Shaw was the invisible prefect.

"Tsk tsk, I didn't expect the students of this class to be so timid, so disappointing."

Snape's eyes were empty, and he said sarcastically, then looked at Shaw again.

"Black, what an ancient and noble family, but I didn't expect that you would be such a vulgar person. Do you think you are what everyone expects?"

Shaw and Snape looked at each other, tit for tat, neither giving in, and said calmly.

"I am now a first-year prefect. So, may I ask the dean whether Slytherin has a tradition of challenging the superiors? I think the head of Slytherin is the position I should take."

Snape's calm eyes moved, and he walked around Shaw a few steps.

"Arrogant, arrogant, are you really the son of the elegant Regulus? I'm afraid you are the illegitimate son of Sirius, that fool."

The atmosphere in the lounge was solemn. No one dared to say a word, but they also admired Shaw for daring to confront his own snake king.

Shaw did not respond. If he entangled with Snape on the issue of Sirius, it would only arouse the other party's anger, so he still asked.

"Please be fair, dean, please ask the second to seventh grade prefects to come, I want to challenge them."

Snape clenched his fist and snorted coldly.

"I remember your punishment hasn't been issued yet. It seems that a semester of confinement can calm you down. Starting tomorrow, come to my office after 6pm. I hope the slug's mucus can teach you the hierarchy."

After making the judgment, Snape did not intend to call other grade leaders. He wanted to go out as soon as he lifted his robe.

Shaw sighed. The old bat was really petty. He took out a photo from his pocket and flicked it with two fingers. The photo flew towards Snape like a dart.

Snape saw the photo coming back and caught it with his hand. His face changed drastically after seeing the content, but he showed a deep affection in the next second.

"Dean, I think this gift is enough to offset my confinement. I have channels to find more photos, and I will prepare Christmas gifts for the dean in advance."

Snape's brain occlumency was very advanced, and he quickly returned to indifference. He quickly thought about the source of Shaw's photos. After all, the other party's surname was Black. He paused and was really moved by Shaw's Christmas gift. Thinking of Dumbledore's attitude, he continued to walk out, but the appointment was still announced.

"From today on, Shaw is the head of Slytherin. I think if there is any dissatisfaction, you know how to solve it. Don't cause trouble for me."

When Snape's figure disappeared at the entrance of the lounge, there was an uproar in the lounge.

The first-year wizards were even more proud of it. They came forward to surround Shaw and congratulate him. Draco even grabbed Shaw's shoulders excitedly.

"Shor, you are the headmaster, you are the king of Slytherin, we really dominate Slytherin."

Alice was also stunned, not knowing what Shore had shown the dean to make such a ridiculous appointment.

A freshman actually became the headmaster! It was a slap in the face of the senior students like them.

Shore seemed to always be able to do things she couldn't imagine.

She was not jealous, at this moment, Shore seemed to be radiating light in her eyes!

Shore was not too proud, as any Harry Potter fan knew Snape's weakness. He pushed away the annoying Draco, walked out of the encirclement, and faced the senior students who had not left yet and were shocked.

"From today on, Slytherin, I have the final say. Everyone gather here at 7 o'clock tomorrow morning. I have rules to announce. Those who don't show up will bear the consequences."

Several rebellious students from pure-blood families were not convinced, such as the big fool Marcus Flint, who had not yet recovered from his injuries. He stepped forward to argue.

"Why, do you think..."

"Bang!"

The next moment, before he could finish his words, he and the people behind him were knocked over by a silent golden light.

Shor looked at these people with contempt. Not all children of pure-blood families are elites. This Marcus is a simple-minded guy with strong limbs.

And he always stood up so considerately to make an example of him.

Shor continued to wave his hand, and several students floated up, and then were hung on the wall lamp.

"It seems that you are not sober enough, then inHang here all night."

"Put me down now, my Nott family will not let you go, brother, send a letter to dad!"

"Ah, you are humiliating the Flint family, you pure-blood traitor from the Muggle world..."

Shor ignored the incompetent rage of these people and glanced at the other people at the scene.

Looking at [Conquering Hogwarts (First Ring)] again, the progress was already 65%.

He chuckled and walked towards the dormitory, and Draco hurried to follow.

"Shor, you are so cool."

Shor glanced at Draco.

"You seem to be from the pure-blood family group, you know I am very close to Muggles. "

Draco choked for a moment. It was only now that he seemed to realize that his position seemed to be wrong.

The Slytherin boys' dormitory was large. Although it was under the lake, the powerful magic made it not damp.

This was a four-person room. Unfortunately, Draco and his two useless men were his roommates.

Shor's bed was at the innermost, a tall and exquisite four-poster bed with green silk curtains and a large snake pattern embroidered on the bedspread with silver thread.

His owl cage was already on the bedside table.

Shor took out various daily necessities from the ring, and placed books, tea sets, and clothes in different categories. Good.

After Draco came in, he didn't rush to pack his luggage, but sat on his bed in a daze.

As for Goyle and Crabbe, they got into the quilt and fell asleep without taking off their clothes.

Shaw changed into pajamas and lay on the bed thinking about his words and deeds today. He felt that there was nothing wrong.

Especially after the confrontation with Snape in the lounge just now and dealing with a few troublemakers, the level 2 faith value increased by dozens of points.

Sure enough, Slytherin is the most suitable place for him.

After taking out a book and flipping through it for a while, Draco suddenly rushed to his bedside, and Shaw subconsciously clenched the quilt.

"What do you want to do? Don't climb on the bed!"

Draco paused and said hesitantly.

"Shor, you are so powerful. Sooner or later, you will become a powerful existence like the mysterious man. You will definitely lead the pure blood to regain glory. This should be something that the pure blood families are very happy to see, but why are they targeting you? "

Shor sighed, not knowing how to explain for a moment.

"Draco, this is a dispute of interests and ideas. In fact, as long as I am willing to compromise, I can immediately go along with those people."

"Why not?"

"Haha, why should I? As long as I am strong enough, only others will listen to me! I can take power and money as I want!"

Draco was stunned by Shaw's bold words, and he was speechless.

After a long while, he asked another question that he couldn't figure out.

"Why do you get close to Muggle wizards? You are a pure blood."

Shor looked at Draco strangely, but he thought that this broken kid could still be saved, so he explained his ideas to him.

"I am not close to Muggle wizards, but those pure bloods can't see the situation of the world clearly and are still holding corrupt ideas. I just don't want to wait for death with them. "

Draco looked confused, and the platinum hair on his forehead was almost curled into a "?".

Shor reached out and stroked his hair and continued.

"Let me give you a simple example. There are probably tens of thousands of people in the British wizarding world, but 60% are Muggle wizards, and the other 40% are all half-blood wizards. There are no so-called pure bloods anymore."

Draco immediately retorted.

"Impossible, my Malfoy family is the most noble pure blood!"

Shor sneered.

"Hehe, I heard that the ancestors of the Malfoy family came to Britain with the Muggle king, and were given titles and became court wizards. When you look through the Malfoy family tree, ask your father what the identities of those who were expelled from the family were. They were definitely either Squibs or Muggle wizards. "

Draco shook his head frantically, refusing to admit it.

Shor could only give him a fatal blow.

"The purest blood family in the early years, the Gaunt family, due to intermarriage within the family, was either foolish or crazy, so it was extinct. Oh, by the way, their only descendant Voldemort was a pure half-blood. "

Draco's eyes widened, and he sat on the ground, speechless for a long time.

The Dark Lord he admired the most turned out to be a half-blood wizard? Then the other party's loud slogan "Pure Blood Supremacy" was so ironic, wasn't it?

And his family was also a half-blood family!

He didn't think Shaw would lie to him about this, so Draco was at a loss.

Looking at the distraught Draco, Shaw shook his head and warned.

"In the future, there will be no soil for the concept of pure blood supremacy, but there is one thing that will never go out of date, that is, strength is respected!"