Hogwarts' Wizarding Throne

When Shaw and Harry were writing their homework.

At this moment, the Fry family was in the inconspicuous three-story building in the suburbs.

The energetic old Fry was drinking morning tea with Alice, who had blue hair.

The topic naturally could not avoid Shaw.

Alice's tea-making skills have become more and more proficient recently. When she went home for the holidays, she naturally wanted to honor her grandfather.

The pottery pot on the red stove was gurgling with curling steam.

The elegant and dignified Alice took the pottery pot handle, and after a smooth operation, she handed a cup of fragrant and bright tea to old Fry respectfully.

"Grandfather, please have tea."

Old Fry took the teacup with a smile, took a sip, and said lovingly.

"Not bad, you have improved. You are three points better than a tea-making master I met when I traveled in China and Hong Kong before."

Alice smiled sweetly after holding her hair.

"Grandfather has been to China, but I've looked up a lot of information recently, and the magic worlds in the East and the West don't communicate much."

Old Fry took another sip of tea, and put the white jade cup on the coffee table before speaking patiently.

"The Chinese magic world and the Muggle world are both independent systems, and there is indeed little communication with us. It has been turbulent for a hundred years, but it has developed well recently, so I went to travel a few days ago."

Alice was kind and thoughtful. She knew her grandfather's intention to go to China after a little thought, and asked directly about her doubts.

"Grandfather, are you looking for the reason why the chief prefers Chinese culture?"

Old Fry did not intend to hide it at all.

"Alas, this is a common problem for old people. I am not used to the feeling of not being in control of the young people I value. I just want to see you follow the path I have paved and go higher and higher step by step.

I raised you, so your character naturally makes me feel at ease. I am also very satisfied with Shaw, but some of this little guy's thoughts are always beyond my expectations. I can only take the trouble to check it myself."

Alice's slender hands that were tightly holding the handle of the pot loosened, and her slightly nervous expression also relaxed a lot.

She said good things to both sides.

"The chief's thoughts are really hard to figure out. Grandfather, don't worry too much. The chief has become more and more calm recently."

Old Fry smiled at his granddaughter knowingly.

"I'm not spying on Shaw, and I know it's hard for you to be caught in the middle. Well, let's do this. In the future, you don't have to tell me about Shaw in detail."

Alice was a little embarrassed.

"Grandfather, I don't have this,"

Old Fry waved his hand and still smiled.

"You will graduate next year, and you are an adult now. You must have your own firm beliefs. Don't worry, Alice, I will never do anything to harm Shaw."

Alice's delicate face was very complicated. She didn't know what to say for a moment, and subconsciously held the handle of the teapot tightly in her hand.

Old Fry still stretched out his hand to rub Alice's soft blue hair as before, and comforted her.

"Okay, don't think too much, do your homework and deal with the affairs that Shaw gave you.

By the way, didn't you say that Shaw wanted to introduce you to a teacher? Remember to prepare a good gift."

"Yes, Grandfather."

Alice put down the teapot obediently, stood up and performed an elegant lady's salute and walked towards her small study.

Old Fry's kind expression just now became calm. After waiting for his granddaughter's figure to disappear, he picked up another kettle and poured himself a glass of water.

Looking at the snow outside the window, he slowly drank the cup of colorless and tasteless boiled water, sighed and got up to go to the basement.

It was a mysterious dark room that no one, including Alice, was allowed to enter.

In the afternoon.

Shaw, wearing a simple slim purple robe, brought Harry, who was wearing a fitted black dress, to the main entrance of Malfoy Manor.

Draco, who received the news in advance, was already waiting at the gate.

Brother Zha was dressed very formally today, like a priest. I don’t know how much hair wax was applied to his big back hair. The platinum hair seemed to be glowing under the reflection of the white snow.

After seeing the two people appear, Draco tried his best to restrain his excitement. After meeting them, he politely bowed to Shaw, whose temperament was becoming more and more gentle.

"Hello, Chief."

Shaw nodded lightly.

"Take Harry to play, I'll talk to your father first."

Draco let go after hearing this, and said excitedly with Harry's arm around his shoulder.

"Come on, the chief wants to talk to my father. I'll take you to my house first. If my father hadn't set up many restricted areas and didn't let me go, we wouldn't be able to go around the manor in a day."

Harry: ... .

Shaw watched the "good friends" disappear into the main gate with laughter, smiled, and walked towards the main gate.

And the place he was going to was naturally the forbidden area mentioned by Draco.

LuciusSi obviously didn't want his son to get involved in the Death Eaters' affairs in advance, and even if his son had some guesses, he pretended not to know.

Shaw walked quietly to the hall that had been renovated again.

Now the hall was full of people again.

However, the layout was no longer divided into four rows and three classes as before.

Since the birth of human desires, power and class could not be eliminated anyway.

After such a long period of secret "fighting", it was directly reflected in the fact that the hall had become a layout of one super and four strong.

There were two thrones on the high platform in the main hall.

The position below became a fan-shaped step-style.

The two hundred people in the Operations Department were all energetic and sat in the middle, and the people from the other four departments sat on both sides with two people from each department.

Moreover, all members were no longer hiding, and all showed their true faces. They were very energetic. It was estimated that the food was good recently.

What the superior likes, the subordinates must also like it. The King of Chu loved thin waists, and many people in the palace starved to death.

Because Shaw is famous for his love of purple and black, all the more than 300 people are now wearing formal black and purple wizard robes. Those who don't know would think they have entered a flowerbed of blooming violets.

Of course, there are still more than a dozen people wearing silver robes, which are very eye-catching. They are the staunch pure-blood supremacists who want to wait for another dark lord to come back and make decisions for them.

Shaw slowly walked out of the back hall and stepped calmly onto a purple and gold throne.

I don't know which flattering genius designed it, but there are many snake patterns carved on both thrones, which are similar to the seats that were coiled by snakes last time, and even the handles are two vipers spitting out their tongues.

Shaw was quite satisfied with his sitting position.

When the Death Eaters saw Shaw, who was wearing simple clothes today, they felt that his handsome and gentle face looked more calm.

His dark and deep eyes made people dare not look directly at him, and subconsciously forgot his age.

It seemed that this was a leader who was good at planning and super charming.

The Death Eaters stood up immediately, pounded their chests with one hand, bent over and said loudly, just like they had rehearsed.

"Hello, sir!"

Shaw waved his hand warmly.

"No need to be polite. Although we are subordinates, we are more like partners with common ideals. Don't be restrained."

Although Shaw's attitude was gentle, no one dared to be presumptuous.

After they sat down together, their backs straightened even more.

Lucius stood up from the front row of six seats and stepped forward to report.

"Sir, I have an emergency to report."

Shaw said calmly.

"Go ahead."