Hogwarts' Wizarding Throne

Those who didn't get into the circle were divided into two groups. One group was a dozen pure-blood old men, represented by the two chiefs of the Holy Twenty-Eight Clans, Bulstrode and Avery.

These were two pure pure-blood supremacists.

And those pure-blood supremacists who usually shouted the most fiercely, such as Yaxley and Borgin and Burke, had already run into the circle.

Yaxley even ran into the second circle and was staring at the other group. So many spies were obviously his dereliction of duty.

And this group was eight people who voluntarily gathered together.

Following Shaw's gaze, he also looked over.

Tonks, disguised as a werewolf, kept pulling Kingsley's robe and asked anxiously.

"He's looking over here, he's looking over here, what should we do?"

"Hold on, don't show any signs!"

Kingsley looked as steady as an old dog, but he was actually quite panicked inside.

He looked around and found that in addition to the real pure-blood supremacists, there were probably six wizards of unknown origin.

In his heart, he was weighing whether it was more likely to break out with these people, or to get out of the encirclement unscathed after being exposed and moving Dumbledore out.

Shaw had originally planned to deal with the problem of a dozen stubborn old purebloods first, and then deal with the spies.

But suddenly he found a nervous wizard among the people who had not broken through the circle, and his hair was changing rapidly.

It was black, gold, gray, and now it was green, and it looked like a dyeing room was opened on his head.

Shaw pondered for a moment, and roughly understood who the other party was. Disguise Animagus is not a talent that can be found everywhere.

The bad taste of controlling these stubborn purebloods and spies just now disappeared in an instant.

It is still interesting to study Animagus, such good materials cannot be missed.

So he first spoke directly to the dozen old men of pureblood supremacy.

"Since you have not shown a sense of belonging to the Pentagram Organization, you will all retreat to the second line and not be involved in the core of power. For the last bit of affection that we are all British purebloods, just wait for the Chamber of Commerce to share money for retirement.

As for whether you have any small calculations in your heart, it doesn't matter.

For example, do you plan to wait for Tom Gaunt to come back and make decisions for you, or completely go to a remnant soul of Voldemort in the mud?

Hmph, don't blame me for not explaining it in advance, don't let me notice, otherwise the last bit of affection will be gone, stay aside!"

Shor also wanted to kill him directly, but the situation did not allow him to do it openly. As for secretly, this can be discussed later.

After Shaw finished speaking, he waved his hand and pushed aside several old men with defeated expressions in a domineering manner.

Then he looked at the last eight people.

He said with a warm expression.

"Don't be nervous. I'm a law-abiding person. You won't die if you sneak into our gathering, but it's reasonable for you to cooperate with the investigation, right?"

Although Shaw said peace, the eight people looked at each other, and two or three of them were ready to pull out their wands and fight to the death.

Kingsley, who was mixed in the crowd, stopped Tonks from pulling out her wand, but before he could scold Tonks not to act rashly.

At this time.

There was a ruthless man in front of him. He didn't say anything nonsense and started to use secret magic directly. A large amount of black smoke began to rise from his body.

Kingsley was very knowledgeable and was immediately scared to death. He pulled Tonks to roll aside.

"Get out of the way! He's going to use a self-destructing spell that sacrifices his life!"

On the high platform, Shaw actually realized that there was a spy who was going to do something weird. He looked like the kind of dead man described by Tom, and his face couldn't help but darken a little.

He originally wanted to show his benevolent side to the outside world, to play a drama of treating prisoners well, and to build his personality.

He also wanted to fool Tonks and take the opportunity to study the disguise of Animagus.

But he didn't expect that there were still people who refused to accept his toast and forced him to "conquer others with virtue"!

Sure enough, he was not suitable for martial virtue.

Shaw kept complaining in his heart, and his hands moved faster.

The magic wand slipped from the sleeve to the palm of his hand, and after pinching it, he shook it gracefully.

A black water python with purple electric sparks appeared out of thin air, brought up waves, and after shrinking its neck, it quickly shot away.

It was like a battering ram, and it directly hit the spy whose body was already expanding rapidly.

As for accidentally injuring other people who were still running around, he didn't care.

Shaw's water prison technique was taught by Dumbledore himself, so the power of this water python was still very terrifying at this moment.

The condensed, triangular, ferocious snake head, which was as solid as a solid object, directly lifted the dead soldier who was almost swollen into a ball, along with the water and lightning, and embedded it into the exquisite ceiling with a bang.

The dead soldier who was swollen in the hole was dizzy and grimaced by the impact, and his action of brewing self-destruction was curbed.

While struggling, this man knew that he could not wait any longer, so he wanted to immediatelyExplode, the less powerful it is, the less powerful it is.

But the next moment, the huge purple-black python had already jumped high, opened its huge mouth with fangs, swallowed him and the big bricks in one gulp, and smashed through the ceiling and flew out of the venue.

"Boom!"

In less than a second, there was a violent explosion outside, the ceiling was shaking, and the gorgeous crystal chandelier slammed to the ground and shattered into glass shards.

There were also broken stones falling from the gap, and a large cloud of dust fell from the sky, making the venue gray.

Lucius was numb, and quickly led everyone to cast a spell to remove the dust.

In front of Shaw on the high platform, a small water python emerged from the gray fog, holding a human skin tattoo in its mouth.

It was indeed a cross-entangled ouroboros.

Shaw frowned slightly, waved his hand to remove the last bit of water prison and destroyed the human skin tattoo.

After a few minutes of silence, he looked down at the audience.

Those spies who were accidentally injured by his anaconda were either knocked unconscious or electrocuted, and were now all controlled by the Pentagram members.

Shaw said to the numb Lucius in a deep voice.

"Collect all wands, keep the green-haired and bald guys separately and treat them well, and hand over the others to Pierce for detailed interrogation.

The guilty ones will be jailed, and the innocent ones will be released. After all, we are a positive organization that abides by existing disciplines."

Lucius came back to his senses and nodded hurriedly.

"Yes, sir!"

Then Shaw said to everyone again.

"Okay, the troubles are all dealt with. Now I will inform you of another matter, changing the Dark Mark from three stars to five stars!..."

Changing the Dark Mark is a big project. Even if Shaw has magic storage poker, it will take two days to finish it.

Fortunately, most Death Eaters don't have the Dark Mark, so they only need to be given a three-star or five-star mark according to the number of layers of the fire circle they have passed before.

Those who already have the Dark Mark are the trouble.

Not only do they consume magic, but they also have to cut off the original connection with the curse master, overwrite and change the Dark Mark image, etc.

When Shaw was done, it was already Christmas Day.

After Shaw sent the last member away gently, he stretched lazily without leaving a trace.

Then he stood up and went to the window, looking down from the attic at the winter night snow scene of Malfoy Manor.

The snow scene was very vivid, Harry and Draco were playing snowball fights in the snow, and they were already having fun.

In the distance, Lucius and his wife pointed at the two boys who had never grown up and laughed.

Shaw was inexplicably emotional, everyone had Christmas to celebrate.

What about himself.