Hogwarts' Wizarding Throne

Shaw took the potion bottle with the blood sample, shook it slightly, and watched the green fluorescence ripple again in the red blood.

He pondered for a moment.

Let alone the difficulty of the blood curse, what about the "candidate" mentioned by Snape? This is worth pondering.

It's like choosing a certain "saint" in religion.

Shaw didn't think about it any more, and then asked.

"Then do you have any suggestions?"

Snape didn't care about the blood curse, but he still said patiently.

"The blood and bone marrow you mentioned can only treat the symptoms but not the root cause. You need to find a peerless treasure that can shield and isolate the soul, and do both.

When removing the curse from the soul, you must also exchange blood and transplant bone marrow at the same time. If the subtle connection between the soul and the body that was knocked out of the body cannot be shielded, the blood curse should break out in advance."

Shaw's eyes flashed with a hint of understanding.

Snape probably did a lot of research on the soul. His analysis was more thorough than his own research results, and he also gave the most perfect solution.

Of course, perfection does not mean easy.

As far as Shaw knows, the only treasure that can shield the soul is the invisibility cloak, one of the Deathly Hallows.

Wearing this cloak, even the God of Death cannot find it.

Alas, Harry is indeed worthy of being the son of the plane. In the original book, all the good things are in his hands, such as the three holy artifacts and the relics of the four founders.

It's not that Shaw is evil, but he can only set his sights on him.

After knowing the plan, he bowed and thanked Snape.

"Thank you, Professor."

Snape's empty eyes flashed with surprise. Shaw looked so confident. Could he really find a treasure that can shield the soul?

If there is, can he borrow it and put it on, and then safely pass through the death veil in the Department of Mysteries of the Ministry of Magic and go to the kingdom of death?

Shaw knew what Snape wanted to say by looking at his expression, and instantly understood his thoughts.

This old bat is really focused on this matter, right?

He quickly spoke up to dispel his idea.

"Professor, don't ask. I don't have it. Even if I do, I won't give it to you. Your life is mine now. I can't let you experiment with some extremely dangerous operations. Besides, we have the Unbreakable Curse. Don't worry."

After he finished speaking, he turned and walked out.

Snape stretched out his hand to grab Shaw but missed. In the end, he didn't say that unrealistic idea.

He sighed, then walked into the bedroom, took out the comic book, and began to read it.

Now this comic book has the second half of the boy and girl entering the magic castle and growing up happily together.

A week before the Christmas holiday, the school began to count the list of students who would stay in school.

In the hall, the deans of each college began to distribute application forms.

Draco was playing at the Gryffindor table at this time, looking at Harry with a strange face as he happily returned the application form to Professor McGonagall.

"Professor, I won't stay in school today."

McGonagall stroked her reading glasses, glanced at Draco with a strange look, and felt very complicated.

The atmosphere in the four colleges is pretty good now, and it is not as hostile as before. There is little open blood discrimination.

But everyone knows that Draco's father is a Death Eater, and Harry should be the natural opposite of someone with Draco's background.

But now the two of them are so close that they can wear the same pants.

McGonagall said she didn't understand.

After McGonagall continued to ask about the retention of other students in her own college.

Harry said happily to Draco, who was a little annoyed.

"Draco, why don't you go to the headmaster's house with me for three days before Christmas."

Draco was speechless, and his hair immediately drooped down.

Shaw's status is now more extraordinary, and his parents asked him to be more respectful, which made Draco very uncomfortable.

So he didn't hang around Shaw recently, but Harry and Hermione got closer.

He naturally didn't say that Shaw had refused to spend Christmas together, but changed the subject.

"Dad asked me to go home for Christmas, saying that we will spend it with the Greengrass family this year. I don't know when our family has such a good relationship with the Greengrass family."

Harry said, patting Draco on the shoulder.

"It's okay. There are still ten days of vacation after Christmas. I will come to play with you."

Draco: …….

………….

A week passed in a flash, and it was the night before the Christmas vacation.

Shaw finished Vita's last class in the first half of the year tonight.

The two of them drank tea and ate snacks around the fireplace, watching the snow outside the glass and chatting casually. The atmosphere was warm.

"Has Fudge started to annoy you again recently?"

"Yeah, I didn't expect this man to be like this when he was not in power."

"It's normal for politicians to behave. Just give him a proper knock."

Shor nodded and took the snacks handed by Vita, hesitating.After a moment, she invited him.

"Professor, you won't go back to France for Christmas, why don't you come to my house for Christmas?"

Vita's loving expression showed a little apology, and she naturally reached out to touch Shaw's head.

"I'm sorry, kid, I have something to do for Christmas, but I will be back in a few days, and I will definitely bring you a surprise gift."

Shor was inexplicably disappointed, and without asking any further questions, he reached out and took out a gift box from the ring.

"Professor, this is a prop I made with alchemy. I wanted to give you a gift for Christmas. Since you are not in the UK for Christmas, I will give it to you in advance."

Vita took the gift box very happily. Foreigners have the habit of opening gifts in person, so Vita opened the gift box directly.

I saw a carousel inside, which was decorated with various exquisite colored lights and emitted a cheerful and festive ding-dong accompaniment.

On two of the wooden horses, there were two figures, one large and one small. Judging from their clothes, they were Vita and Shor, who was about seven or eight years old.

Because they were alchemical products, the figures were vivid, moving, and had rich expressions. "Vita" was shouting "Be careful" behind him, and "Shor" seemed very happy, gesturing with his hands.

Vita liked this gift very much, and she stretched out her fingers to touch "Shor" on the wooden horse. "Shor" tilted his head with a smile, shouting "Mom, don't make trouble".

When Vita heard this, her body shook violently, and a trace of tears appeared in her eyes. She turned to look at Shor.

Shor had already lowered his head and dared not look here. Vita also understood and didn't say much. She turned around and continued to tease "Shor".

…….

The next day.

The weather was fine, the sun had just risen, and the morning light shone on the dream castle like Frozen. The Whomping Willow stretched its body and shook off the snow on the tree. The snowflakes fell down in a flutter, which was very beautiful.

And this was like a signal. Hogwarts seemed to come alive in a short while. Countless windows were opened, and the cheerful voices of the little witches came out.

While making noises, they packed their luggage.

Half an hour later, Shaw was still lightly dressed, followed by a group of younger brothers carrying gifts and walking towards the station.