Hogwarts' Wizarding Throne

Number 12, Grimmauld Place.

This is the home of Sirius and Regulus, the old house of the Black family.

This wizard residence has layers of magical protection and is hidden in an ordinary Muggle residential area.

On both sides are numbers 11 and 13, but no one has ever noticed the missing number 12, or suspected why there is a missing number.

Dumbledore and Shaw suddenly appeared in the square in the dead of night.

"Ding, the White Lord escort mission is completed, and 2000 first-level faith points are rewarded."

After Shaw landed, he ignored the joy of completing the mission and resisted the urge to vomit.

Apparition is obviously not something his young body can bear. Only Shaw has the will of an adult, otherwise he would have been paralyzed.

Dumbledore admired Shaw's willpower, but he showed an apologetic expression. Just now, he was in the wilderness and could only Apparition.

I don't know how Shore went to such a remote place alone to pay tribute to his father. I don't know how much he suffered. He is really filial.

Dumbledore first carefully used magic to clean up Shore's wrinkled and dirty tailcoat, then looked up between houses 11 and 13. Suddenly, he had a headache. He did know where the Black mansion was.

But without the owner's consent, even if Dumbledore, who has strong magic power, wanted to find it, it would not be done in a short time.

"Swish."

Just as Dumbledore was about to break in violently, a short figure appeared in front of the two of them, and looked at Shore who was touching his chest excitedly.

Shore looked at this elf with big ears like a bat, wearing a piece of rags, with wrinkles on his face and an old face, which was enough to prove that he was very old.

"Are you, are you the young master? You are finally back, Kreacher is so happy."

After the old elf Kreacher recognized Shaw through the contract connection, he began to speak excitedly while jumping around Shaw with tears in his eyes.

As Kreacher spoke, he began to pound his head on the ground, making a loud bang.

"It's all Kreacher's fault for being useless. He couldn't take care of the young master, letting him suffer in the dirty and lowly Muggle world, but Kreacher had no choice but to obey Master Regulus' orders and not go to see the young master, otherwise it would hurt him, woo woo."

Shor looked at the mysterious operation of the old elf and finally realized the distorted values ​​of this race.

The ancient wizards back then were really cruel, and they played pua very well.

Dumbledore was obviously very adaptable to the style of the elves and gave instructions to Shaw.

"This is a very humble and extremely self-abased intelligent creature, and it obeys the orders of its master. Since you are the head of the Black family, please stop this house-elf, he is almost broken."

Shor already knew what was going on, so he nodded to express his gratitude, and then ordered Kreche.

"Kreche, I order you not to punish yourself."

Kreche was stunned, and stopped, but cried even louder.

"Woo woo, it's all Kreche's fault for being useless, the young master is so kind,..."

Shor had a headache, and Dumbledore smiled.

"Okay, Shaw, since your family still has a loyal house-elf, he will lead you home and take good care of you, so I will send you here."

Shor had no intention of retaining him, facing Dumbledore, even though the other party was always smiling and kind.

But before he had a skill, it was too stressful.

Before the incident of Regulus was confirmed, no matter how well he performed as a filial son, he would probably still be known as the son of a Death Eater in Dumbledore's mind.

Shaw bowed slightly to express his gratitude.

"Thank you, old man, for sending me back. Thank you for your trouble."

Dumbledore looked at the polite Shaw and rubbed the little guy's head.

"Just call me professor or principal in the future. You should receive the admission letter from Hogwarts tomorrow."

Dumbledore blinked and left. He had to rush to the cave overnight to check. Some guesses needed to be confirmed quickly.

After all, Harry was going to school this year, and some plans had to be implemented.

Shaw breathed a sigh of relief and was absent-minded for a while. The corner of his clothes was suddenly pulled. He looked down and saw Krecher, whose eyes were as red as light bulbs, looking at him eagerly.

"Kreche, take me home."

"Yes, I'll take the young master home."

The happy Kreche snapped his fingers, and Shaw felt as if the stars had moved, and he instantly appeared in a dim room.

Before he could sigh that the elf's displacement magic seemed to be more relaxing than the wizard's Apparition, an old woman's sharp voice suddenly came to his ears.

"Damn Kreche, you don't sleep at night, youLowly beast, huh? You are, you are, ......."

Kreche wanted to punish himself, but then excitedly introduced a portrait.

"Madam, this is the young master, the son of the noble Master Regulus, who came home today."

Shor felt a little pain in his forehead, and looked up at a painting on the wall. Although the old woman in the painting was dressed noble, her expression was distorted and there was saliva at the corner of her mouth.

The kind expression that the crazy old woman tried to squeeze out at this moment was even more creepy.

"Is my grandson back? That's great, Regulus is good in every way, but why did he send you to that dirty and lowly Muggle world, baby, what's your name, I'm your grandmother, Walgab Black."

"Grandma, hello, my name is Shaw. "

Shor didn't want to argue with a portrait that was pure-blood supremacy to the point of madness, so he resisted the urge to close the curtain.

If I remember correctly, there seemed to be a portrait in the room where the family tree was collected in the old house that was connected to the Hogwarts principal's office. It was a portrait of the most unpopular and mean principal Phileas Black, who was his great-great-grandfather.

I made up my mind not to meet these perverts.

I greeted Walgab politely, and then showed a tired look.

The family had an heir, and the old woman was no longer crazy, so she said distressedly.

"Shor, are you too tired, Kreche! Hurry up and take my baby to wash up, remember to use the best! "

Kreche happily took Shaw upstairs.

Looking at the dilapidated, dark and depressing old house, Shaw regretted going back so early. There was no electricity or lights here, which was scary.

But house elves are house elves, and they are really good at housekeeping. In less than half an hour, they cleaned up a clean bedroom for Shaw.

And looking at Kreche's excitement, he would probably be busy all night and not look old at all.

When Shaw lay on the bed, thinking that he was not an evil slave owner, he gave Kreche instructions respectfully.

"Take a bath for yourself and change into clean clothes. Continue cleaning tomorrow. "

Kreche panicked immediately after hearing this, and then began to punish himself, pulling the curtains and strangling his neck.

"Bad Kreche, bad Kreche, I didn't serve the young master well, the young master doesn't want me anymore, and he wants me to take a bath and change into clean clothes, I might as well die, Kreche won't be an elf that no one wants."

Shor has seen movies and novels, and knows the habits of house elves, and it's useless to talk nicely.

"Kreche, stop right there, I didn't say I don't want you, it's just that I like to be clean, and I can't accept you being dirty, now I order you to take a good bath first, then change your pillowcase, and finally clean up a room to live in, I don't allow you to live in the cupboard, this is an order! If you keep talking nonsense, get out of the Black family. "

Kreche was stunned. He wanted to say something but didn't dare. He could only mumble and leave.

"The young master is too good to Kreche. This is wrong, but what can Kreche do? He must obey the young master's orders."

Shor shook his head and lay on the bed again. He didn't think much about Kreche's problem. He would just slowly train him in the future.

Then he quickly opened the system.