Hogwarts' Wizarding Throne

"Clang, clang, clang!"

The Hogwarts Express was running on a vast expanse of white land. Driven by the powerful magic, the triangular locomotive shoveled the snow on the rails high up.

It was like a moving fan-shaped snow curtain, very beautiful and spectacular.

In the prefect's car, because Shaw's temperament became more calm and elegant, seven or eight subordinates also sat quietly in order.

They were the cold and aloof Theodore, the elegant and shrewd Alice, the bookish and capable Hermione, the "approachable" Draco, the serious Percy, the strong and energetic Neville, and the beautiful and wise Penelope.

Even Ziying didn't make a fuss, squatting on the bird stand and combing her feathers proudly.

Oh, and there was also the sour Harry.

Shaw looked at the scenery outside and pondered the holiday arrangements. In his peripheral vision, he saw Theodore holding a black rabbit from his arms and feeding it lovingly.

Theodore's pet used to be a white rabbit, but somehow it became a black rabbit.

(Trivia: This year is the Black Rabbit Leap Year, with two Spring Beginnings in 13 months, and 384 days of work and school)

Short didn't know if the other party's mood had changed.

Previously, he wanted to use friendship and other emotions to make the other party seem a little more normal, but he didn't want the other party to die of madness.

But after the maturity of Theodore, he became more arrogant and withdrawn, and he was rarely seen. I don't know where he was hiding to practice spells.

After a sigh, he asked him.

"Theodore, I will go to Azkaban on Christmas. Do you want to go with me to see your father?"

Theodore was feeding the rabbit carefully with his head down. No one could see the change in his expression, but Shaw's question still made him pause, and he refused after a few seconds.

"Chief, I won't go. I have to go home to see if Gloria has done anything bad to the throne."

"Okay."

Shor knew these were all excuses. He wanted to give some advice, but he thought better of it.

As a superior, he should be happy with Theodore's character, but his conscience...

Others looked at Theodore with strange eyes. Everyone could see that the chief cared more about Theodore than others.

Although envious, there was no comparison.

Even Draco, who always loved to compete with Theodore in the past, has lost interest in this now.

After all, Theodore's silver-white hair is a clear proof of his loyalty to the chief.

The train soon arrived at King's Cross Station.

After the little wizards got off the train, they suddenly saw some parents who came to pick up their children standing in two neat rows on the platform.

When some young wizards saw their parents in the two rows, they ran over, but were then told to stand behind them.

Soon, two rows of adults and two rows of children became a very strange scene on the platform.

Shaw and his group were not used to squeezing with the young wizards, so they were the last to get off the train.

But when they saw this scene, they were stunned. Alice and her group immediately raised their heads and chests, setting off Shaw's calmness.

Shaw locked his eyes on Wingo and Lucius at the front of the queue.

When the two saw Shaw appear, they immediately led the way and bowed.

"Lord Black!"*2

The two rows were probably all parents of team members, and they immediately pulled their children to bow together.

"Lord Black!"*N

Shor had a lot of things in his mind.

Could this be Lucius's idea again?

Wengo looked honest and upright, not someone who would flatter others.

Although this grand ceremony was pleasing to Shaw and satisfied his vanity to a certain extent, it was too high-profile and too early.

Other parents nearby had already pointed at this place, including some Muggle parents who were even more surprised. Did they meet a senior official from the magic world?

Shaw did not say anything immediately, and his face was neither sad nor happy. He nodded slightly to these people.

He ignored Lucius and said to Wengo warmly.

"Well done, the team members are all in good spirits."

Wengo's warm and handsome face was immediately excited.

"Sir, it's all because of your leadership. I just respect your instructions and do my job."

Lucius looked strange, and turned his head away, not knowing whether he was trying to hold back a smile or worry.

A glimmer of understanding flashed in Shaw's eyes. Well, I guess he had wronged people.

It turns out that "honest people" are so enthusiastic and naked when they flatter others.

Shaw first waved his hand and said to the two rows of parents.

"Go away with your children, everyone, Merry Christmas."

These wizards who were usually lazy could no longer hold back, and bowed to the "friendly" Shaw again, said "Merry Christmas to all adults", and then dispersed with their children.

And those who were watching the strange scene were actuallyAfter seeing Shaw appear, I already knew the whole story.

The British magic world is really closed to the news, but the spread of some gossip is not necessarily slow.

Although the relevant news was suppressed by the Ministry of Magic, Shaw's identity as the new leader of the Death Eaters and the heir of Slytherin, as well as his ability to compete with Dumbledore, is suspected to be the youngest legend in a thousand years.

These are almost considered secrets.

Even some people who are more informed know that Shaw is the actual controller of three-fifths of the Ministry of Magic.

And Dumbledore still hasn't expressed his position on this matter, so he knows that Shaw is a black and white one.

So it's no wonder that the Death Eaters who were hiding their heads and showing their tails now dare to openly set up a big formation to welcome the leader at the station.

On the platform, there were naturally parents of members of the Order of the Phoenix. After picking up the four chattering children, Molly saw that Percy was still behind Shaw, with a respectful expression and standing straight.

Only then did she realize that this outstanding son was actually on the verge of becoming a "believer" of Shaw, and she was extremely worried.

But Longbottom's grandmother didn't have as much patience as Molly, and she walked behind Shaw angrily, dragging her disobedient grandson away.

"Neville, come home with me."

But Neville is really strong now, and he is no longer the timid little fat boy he used to be, and his grandmother couldn't pull him at all.

Neville apologized to Shaw first.

"Chief, I, I'll leave first."

Shaw smiled at him gently.

"Don't argue with your grandmother, have a good Christmas."

"Okay, Chief."

Augusta glanced at Shaw indignantly, and dragged Neville to the exit again. Neville didn't resist this time and left obediently.

Shaw turned around and said to Percy again.

"Your mother is here to pick you up, so don't argue with your parents when you get home. Remember, we are not debaters, we are noble doers."

Percy nodded seriously and bowed seriously.

"I understand, Chief."

Shor didn't say much to Wingo and Lucius afterwards. They took their children away together, and the two of them left together.

Although he had some grudges in his heart, he didn't care, after all, they didn't hide it.