Hogwarts' Wizarding Throne

When Professor Flitwick announced the end of get out of class, Hermione asked Shaw.

"Shore, why am I..."

Shore was afraid that Hermione's Gatling mouth would keep asking questions, so he quickly waved his hand.

"I know what you want to ask. It's actually very simple. Reading is not about rote memorization. If you want to have a deep knowledge, you need to think and ponder over and over again. People's energy is limited, so you have to make some choices in the choice of knowledge. Hermione, you read too many books. Although you are knowledgeable, you are just studying hard."

Hermione was stunned for a moment. Shaw had said it very clearly.

She was a bookworm. She would memorize anything she felt necessary, but she didn't think for herself.

If she followed this path, she might become a strong person, but she would never become a super strong person.

Shaw didn't disturb Hermione's meditation. He raised his legs and walked out again, but failed again.

It was Draco who was blocking the road. His handsome slicked-back hair had long been rubbed into a mess by himself, and it was full of sweat stains, and he was very tired.

"Shor, why should I teach two idiots!"

Behind him, Goyle and Crabbe lowered their heads in shame.

Shor was so tired. It was not good to be reborn too young. He was surrounded by a group of immature children.

He always had to be a "spiritual mentor".

"Draco, do you think the gap between you and me is bigger, or is it the gap between you and Goyle and the others?"

Draco was puzzled by the question, but he still answered honestly.

"It should be the gap between me and you. After all, I can't even use the levitation spell properly."

Shor continued to teach earnestly.

"In that case, if I refuse to teach you in the future and despise you for your low strength and unworthy of following me, will you cry?"

Draco was stunned. He was also a smart man and immediately understood what Shaw meant.

"You mean that the weak are not worthy of following you. Similarly, I cannot have weak people under my command, and as their leader, I have to be responsible for improving their strength."

Shor was stunned, and thought well, so he patted his shoulder.

"Well, I barely understand the first level of meaning. Let's go, it's time to eat."

Hermione also came back to her senses at this time, silently hugged several large "leisure books" in her arms, and prepared to return them to the library later.

Several people walked towards the hall together, and Shaw and Draco returned to the Slytherin table.

Hermione knew that they would have to go back to the lounge for evening self-study after dinner, so she didn't go together.

Not long after she returned to the Ravenclaw table, Harry got rid of Ron and came to find her.

"Ron and the others said that the homework is due next week, so there is no need to rush to write it. They also want to invite me to play wizard chess."

"Then why don't you go?"

"Shor has organized the entire Slytherin to study in the evening, and Draco can study with Shaw at any time. If I don't work hard, the gap between us will only get bigger and bigger."

"Harry, you have grown up, and you will definitely become a great person like your parents in the future."

7:30 pm, Slytherin.

The lounge is arranged into six areas, and in each area, sofas and flat tables are arranged in a circle.

At this moment, the seats are basically full of people, all writing homework seriously, making rustling sounds.

Several senior class leaders and excellent students have been arranged with a schedule to patrol on time, and they must seriously tutor those who don't understand.

So the learning atmosphere in the entire lounge is pretty good.

Of course, there are also those who are just filling in the numbers, such as those pure-blood thorns who always whisper to each other about something, but it doesn't hurt the overall situation.

On the wall lamp next to him, there were three people hanging again, all of whom were late and hiding in the dormitory.

Well, Marcus is still on the list.

At this moment, Shaw was sitting on a small sofa on the high platform reading a book. He could overlook the whole scene just by looking up.

This was the layout of personal worship he deliberately created. Under the subtle influence, the blind obedience in the heart could quietly take shape.

At the entrance of the lounge, Snape hid in the shadows, looking at the orderly Slytherin, and his heart was quite complicated.

With empty eyes, he glanced at Shaw, who was elegant and indifferent on the high platform, and a figure in his memory gradually overlapped with the other party.

Snape clenched his fists, waved his robe sleeves, turned around and floated away.

Not long after, Snape was already standing at the door of the principal's office.

"Cockroach pile."

After reciting the password, the spiral staircase appeared, Snape stepped up, and pushed the door directly.

"Oh, it's Severus."

Dumbledore, who was teasing Fawkes in front of the bird stand, knew who the person was without turning around.

Snape didn't waste any words and asked directly.

"The omnipotent headmaster, why did you help Shaw resist the pressure from the outside world? You should have expelled him directly. Do you know what he is doing in Slytherin now? I seem to see another mysterious person again."

DumbledoreLido turned around and looked at Snape through his blue glasses.

"Shor? As the headmaster, isn't it natural for him to protect students from wind and rain? And what kind of person he can become also requires us teachers to guide him."

Snape punched the desk, and the bang startled the previous headmasters who were dozing in the picture frame on the wall.

"Then look at what he has done now. He is about to turn Slytherin into his own barracks. It won't be long before he has his own Death Eaters like that man back then!"

In the picture frame, Phineas Black couldn't help but curse.

"You scum, how can my great-grandson be a bad guy? He is recasting the glory of Slytherin. You don't deserve it..."

Snape waved his wand casually, and Phineas immediately shut up. He still stared at Dumbledore.

Dumbledore sat down after returning to his desk and said warmly.

"Isn't Slytherin College getting better now? As the dean, shouldn't you be happy? Severus, you are too sensitive. You know, Shaw has love."

Snape had enough of Dumbledore's hypocrisy, and his voice became even colder.

"I don't care what dirty deal you have with that arrogant boy. Even if there is a third Dark Lord, it's not my concern. I just ask you, are you sure that man is not dead?"

When Dumbledore mentioned this, his expression became a little serious.

"Severus, I feel that he has returned. I just hope my trap is useful. Please protect Harry. His eyes are very similar to Lily's."

Snape took a few deep breaths and barely suppressed the guilt and longing in his heart.

"Huh, I know."

After that, he regained his indifference again, flicked his robe sleeves, turned around and slammed the door like a big bat.

Dumbledore tapped the table lightly with his hands, wondering what he was thinking about.

On the desk, there was a letter from the International Confederation of Wizards, which reported on the unusual movements of the remnants of the Witch Party.

"Alas, Tom seems to have returned, and Gellert is in trouble again. As for Shaw, let's wait and see for now. I hope he can really find the Horcrux."

Dumbledore stood up with a tired look and instructed Fawkes.

"Please send me to Nurmengard."