Hogwarts' Wizarding Throne

He came to the door of the innermost room and stood still for a while, but still did not choose to go in.

He was indeed a little interested in the Philosopher's Stone, not for its value, but to study the craftsmanship of the finished Philosopher's Stone.

Old Percy said that the Philosopher's Stone brought together the souls of millions of people. If Nick Flamel had not encountered the Black Death pandemic in Europe, he would not have been able to make the Philosopher's Stone even with the craftsmanship.

Therefore, the Philosopher's Stone's soul refining process is quite high. Although Old Percy understands it, he bluntly said that he would not easily teach it to Shaw.

It is against the harmony of nature.

But Shaw is now very interested in soul research, and Wengo works hard, so he is still concerned about breaking the blood curse.

And now he is stuck on the soul curse.

If this point is not solved, it is useless to use the invisible cloak to shield and remove the curse in the blood separately. The curse in the soul must be removed simultaneously without damage.

The broken souls of the Longbottom couple also involve soul repair and reorganization.

These can be learned from the Philosopher's Stone.

After weighing it for a while, Shaw shook his head and turned away, thinking that the Philosopher's Stone was probably not at the bottom of the level.

He just walked out of the corridor and entered the stairs, and Snape slowly walked out from the shadow of a corner on the fourth floor.

The old bat watched Shaw's translucent figure disappear in the corridor, stroking his chin, wondering what he was thinking.

In a blink of an eye, it was another clear and sunny weekend.

The fourth round-robin match of the second half of the Quidditch League was held today.

The stands of the stadium were still crowded, and this time it was not an adjective, but really crowded.

In the last game between Slytherin and Gryffindor, Shaw's reputation as a genius hitter was reported wildly, and Quidditch enthusiasts in the UK and the surrounding areas basically knew about it.

So when Shaw played his second official game, even if it was a campus game, Hogwarts still welcomed a lot of people who wanted to watch.

Although McGonagall was a little worried about riots, she was also a Quidditch fanatic and could understand the feelings of these people very well, so she relaxed the restrictions.

So at this moment, in addition to a thousand students, there are several thousand more fans from outside the school on the stands of the stadium, filling the stands that used to seem wide.

Slytherin is still a sea of ​​green, and all the cheerleaders are waving flags and holding signs.

There are still a few more eye-catching people in the crowd, such as Harry in red and Hermione in blue, who also came here to join in the fun.

Draco looked at the excited Harry, and doubt flashed in his eyes. Harry's excitement from autism has been going on for several days, even with Wood's extra training.

But Gryffindor hasn't been very happy recently, Draco said while pulling Harry who was looking around.

"Harry, are you hiding something from me?"

Harry's expression dodged and he shook his head.

"No, you know, I like Quidditch."

Draco was a little depressed. Why didn't his good friend be honest with him now?

In the crowd, George and Fred were sneaking around asking others if they wanted to buy a ball.

Business is booming, with dozens of gold galleons already staked.

Suddenly, the two saw a handsome middle-aged wizard in luxurious clothes in the crowd. They smiled at each other and walked up to him and asked enthusiastically.

"Hey, uncle, do you want to bet on the ball? You can bet on anything. Our odds are very high."

The middle-aged wizard was very kind.

"Then I'll bet on Shaw to win. What's the odds?"

Fred put his arm around the middle-aged wizard's shoulders.

"It's boring to bet on a sure win. The odds are very low."

The middle-aged wizard didn't mind.

"Oh, then how can we bet to get high odds?"

George straightened his crooked mouth when he saw that there was a way, and began to introduce.

"The odds of betting on the goal ratio of both sides range from 1 to 2 to 1 to 10. It depends on how you bet. If you want a high odds, bet on the number of accurate interceptions by Shaw. 1 to 100!"

The adult wizard who was asked also found it interesting. After thinking about it, he took out a traceless stretch bag from his arms.

"I bet on Shaw to intercept 30 times, 500 Galleons."

George and Fred swallowed their saliva, shocked by the middle-aged man's generosity, and he didn't even ask where they came from.

The twins were a little afraid to take the bet for a while, fearing that they couldn't afford the loss.

The middle-aged wizard laughed.

"You dare to open a bet, but you don't dare to take it? I trust you because you are Hogwarts students. I bet on a precise bet, and you don't dare to take it?"

George and Fred discussed in a low voice.

"We want to open a joke toy store in the future, but we are always short of start-up capital. How about a gamble?"

"I think it's okay. Slytherin is playing against the insignificant Hufflepuff today. The big devil doesn't need 30 interceptions. Cedric is not Harry. The big devil will not show mercy and will definitely interfere. It can be over within 20 interceptions.Match."

"That makes sense. Let's go for it. If we really lose, we can only escape from England."

Then the two signed a special gambling magic contract with the smiling middle-aged handsome wizard.

The twins took the bag of 500 Galleons. Their legs were a little unsteady. They counted carefully several times, and then they walked away with each other, and no longer looked for others to place bets.

The middle-aged handsome wizard looked at the twins, shook the contract in his hand, and laughed.

Then he reached into his arms and sent a message with the communication poker, and then he turned his attention to the court.

At this time, a trance sound came from the central stand.

"Today's clouds are really pitiful. They are scared by many harassments and hide here and there, floating here and there.

But the shape of the cloud is very interesting. Look at that cloud. Doesn't it look like an earthworm bitten by a dog? "

The stadium, which was noisy just now, was instantly calmed by the words of the new host, and people looked over.

The host position was replaced by a quirky little witch.

The little witch was wearing a loose Ravenclaw uniform. She had fluffy light yellow hair, a string of colorful stone earrings hanging on her ears, sparkling, and a unique green cowboy hat.

Professor McGonagall next to the little witch was fidgeting, her blood pressure was a little high, and she always felt that the new commentator might not be reliable.

Next to McGonagall sat a middle-aged man with a serious temperament, who was the head coach of the England Quidditch National Team.

This time, he was invited by McGonagall and Mrs. Hodge to watch a school Quidditch game.

After nodding apologetically to the coach, McGonagall quickly reminded the host.

"Luna, warm up the audience seriously, don't chat nonsense. "

Luna turned to Professor McGonagall with a confused expression, but nodded, and continued to preside over the meeting.

"The weather is very good today, and everyone is very happy. Look at the giant squid on the Black Lake, it is happily basking in the sun. I think it wants to drink a barrel of whiskey now."

Professor McGonagall's temples were throbbing, and she pursed her lips, unable to resist interrupting again.

Fortunately, Madam Hoch had already blown the whistle for the game.

"Beep!"

The players' lounges at both ends of the court opened at the same time, and seven players from Slytherin and Hufflepuff turned into two lightning bolts, one green and one yellow, and rushed to the center of the court.