Hogwarts' Wizarding Throne

Shaw looked around, but didn't find anything extra, so he continued to fly along the corridor.

Slowly, he found that this was more of a secret teaching place than a secret room.

Shaw had passed three smaller classrooms, where he could still see the remains of decayed desks and podiums.

He still didn't stay for long and flew all the way to the end of the corridor.

At the end was a heavy, closed double-opening bronze door, each with a serpent carved on it.

Shaw landed on the ground and pushed it with his hands, but it didn't move.

He could only use Parseltongue again.

"Hiss, hiss."

"Squeak, squeak!"

The door flashed a green light and opened as expected.

Shaw was very suspicious that if the person who came didn't know Parseltongue, he might have something bad happen if he chose to attack hard.

Shaw hadn't yet commanded the patronus to enter the last secret room, but it became bright inside.

Shaw walked into the last secret room, which looked like a circular duplex office, with the wall lamps on the wall shining brightly.

The layout was very similar to the Hogwarts principal's office, but the style was darker and more quaint.

And this place was not as dilapidated and decayed as the corridor outside, and there should be a large protective magic in operation.

There were desks, bookcases, and a large laboratory table.

Only a small number of books were placed on the bookcase, and it was estimated that most of them were taken away by Tom.

Shaw explored the office and removed the patronus when he found that there was no danger.

The most eye-catching thing was a portrait behind the large solid wood desk. The character was a handsome middle-aged man with a stern face, an upright posture, and a look of disdain.

He held a slightly curved emerald green wand in his hand, and a newborn basilisk was coiled under his legs, which was green and cute.

The portrait is not a magic portrait, and it does not move. There is a line of words "Salazar Slytherin" engraved on the lower right corner of the frame.

Shaw nodded his head. Salazar looks like this, which is the correct way to open it. What the hell is the stone statue outside?

But why didn't Salazar leave a magic portrait?

But it became clear in an instant.

People who want to live forever probably won't make such a magic portrait that looks like a will.

Salazar is so narcissistic that he calls himself great. He probably doesn't think he will die in his heart.

Shaw shook his head and sat on the solid wood chair. He looked at the empty table and flipped through the drawers. He still didn't find anything. It was empty.

He sighed that the person in front of him was too unkind. The Slytherin legacy belongs to everyone.

Shaw had no choice but to get up and go to the bookcase to check the few yellowed books.

He just took out a book and didn't turn the page. The place where his fingers pinched it shattered like brittle glass.

He quickly wrapped it with magic power. The thousand-year-old book was indeed precious.

He first used magic power to thoroughly analyze the entire book to support the fragile paper structure, and then he carefully flipped through it.

The content of the book disappointed Shaw a little. It was some unique magic analysis. It was not that the knowledge in it was not valuable, but it was not what Shaw was eager to learn now.

Shaw had now passed the state of greed. Mastering spells was the kingly way.

He then began to flip through other books and found a record of the magic world a thousand years ago.

….

An hour later, Shaw roughly flipped through more than 30 books on the bookcase.

He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, looking at the few books on Animagus and human body transformation that he had divided out. The predecessors finally left him a bite to eat.

Shaw wrapped a few books with magic power, came to the desk and sat down, took out a blank notebook and a shorthand quill from the ring, and began to copy.

It was too fragile, so it was better to copy it once.

Fortunately, with a shorthand pen, the efficiency was quite fast. After three hours, the copying was completed.

Shaw put away the notebook and then put the original back into the bookcase.

He was not like those predecessors who implemented the "Three Alls Policy" in the past and knew to keep the roots.

Shaw also read the contents roughly when he copied it just now, so he actually wanted to destroy the original.

Because the contents of these books are too crazy and destroy the three views, it is simply too light to say that Salazar is a madman in magic experiments. One can only sigh that he is a great ultimate scum.

Stitching monsters and interspecies hybridization are both entry-level. Setting up various desperate and dark environments to give birth to the special magic of grafted organisms is the main research direction of this Salazar.

These books are still left behind. Those books taken away by Tom and the previous descendants are estimated to be even more outrageous.

No wonder Salazar had to leave Hogwarts and go to Northern Europe to find Odin, who shares the same ideals.

No wonder Voldemort made himselfIt has become a double-plug appearance that is neither human nor ghost, and it cannot be changed even if the body is re-created.

Shaw calmed down. Although he would not replicate these human experiments, he could still learn from the existing conclusions.

To be honest, these contents are really inspiring to Shaw. The bottleneck of the magical Animagus research that was previously suspended is no longer there.

Shaw rubbed his brows and looked at the office again carefully.

Then he was ready to end today's exploration of the secret room. Shaw felt that the secrets of the secret room had not been fully discovered by him.

No hurry, he was going to carry out his future Animagus research here. He would bring Kleche here first and let it clean and arrange before moving in.

The purple five-pointed floating ring behind him flashed, and took Shaw out, and the double-opened bronze door closed in response.

Shaw went beyond the huge mouth of the statue and met the snake monster waiting to go out to find food at the cave entrance.

He saw a pair of big yellow eyes, and Xiao Er said inwardly, "Fuck! My life is over!"

He felt a wave of regret in his heart. He didn't give the basilisk a death order to keep his eyes closed, didn't take it out to find food first, and didn't let the guardian spirit clear the way...

At this moment, it was too late to regret and close his eyes. His body began to stiffen, and he felt that his soul was leaving his body.

He could only subconsciously continue to stimulate huge magic power to rush into his eyes to resist the extremely evil power.

At the same time, a layer of red and purple intertwined halo burst out from Xiao Er's body, flashing rapidly and violently, and instantly turned Xiao Er into a big sun with amazing brightness.

"Boo!"

The basilisk was also a little confused. It didn't have time to close its eyes. Then it was pierced by the strong light and screamed shrilly, and immediately closed its eyes.

It was dizzy, and its huge snake body was twisting for a while, and its big tail slapped the nearby statues to explode.

Although Xiao Er was not dead and his soul was pulled back to his body, his body was stiff as a corpse, and he could not move his magic power.

The attack just now seemed like the flash of automatic defense of the system, which not only consumed all his magic power, but also made him cry and feel like he was almost blind.

Then the floating ring behind him dissipated and disappeared, and Xiao Er fell into the pool below with a "plop", and was hit to the bottom of the pool by the waves stirred up by the basilisk.