Hogwarts' Wizarding Throne

At the Slytherin long table.

Alice ate very little. After finishing her meal early, she began to report to Shaw about the changes in the mentality of the students in the Serpentine Academy.

"Most of the half-bloods and some marginal pure-bloods are actually watching from the sidelines due to your thundering methods, expecting the counterattack of the elite pure-bloods. The situation of the lower-grade students is better."

Shaw took a sip of soy milk before speaking.

"It doesn't matter. The long-term indoctrination of the fathers is not so easy to reverse. As long as they don't provoke openly, they will sooner or later be convinced by my gentle and gentle methods."

Alice's mouth twitched.

Is Shaw's method still "gentle and gentle"?

Draco on the side couldn't hold it back and accidentally choked the food in his mouth.

"Ahem."

Shaw glanced at the two of them.

"Am I wrong?"

Alice spoke quickly.

"I firmly support all the decisions of the Chief!"

Draco had food in his mouth and was slow to react. He could only mumble: "Ah, yes, yes, you are right."

Shor had also finished eating, and said faintly while wiping his mouth with a napkin.

"There is an old saying in the East: A filial son is born under the stick, and a champion is born after a sea of ​​questions! Sooner or later you will know how good I am to you."

Just then, a group of owls flew over the hall again.

Today, Shaw received a lot fewer Howlers. He followed the same method and easily surrounded and destroyed more than a dozen Howlers with water prisons.

But the Slytherin long table still emitted a series of sharp howls.

In front of a dozen pure-blood wizards, including Draco, they were facing the destruction of the Howlers.

"Draco, you are so bold that you dare to question the noble blood of Malfoy. Have you forgotten what I told you since you were a child? ... I will deal with you after we get home!"

"Theodore Nott, you must remember your last name is Nott. You dare to worship the kid from the Black family. You are really self-degrading. ... If you don't listen to your sister, I will deduct your pocket money!"

"Marcus, you are a waste. You can't even beat a freshman. I don't have a son like you. ... How did I educate you? You can't beat him openly, so you play dirty tricks."

"..."

The people who received the howling letters wrote to their families last night, either complaining or frankly supporting Shaw. Naturally, there would be no good results.

After the last howling letter burned itself, the whole hall was quiet.

The students of the other three colleges didn't expect Shaw to face such great pressure, while people like Ron were very gloating.

Shaw scratched his numb ears and looked at the changing expressions of the students in the Snake College.

He stood up from the chief seat, his elegant and handsome face solemn.

"No matter what your family members say, as long as you haven't dropped out and are still in Slytherin, you have to listen to me!"

Shor suppressed the mysterious and restless atmosphere with one word, and then stared at Marcus with ill intentions.

"As for those who want to play tricks secretly, I welcome them very much. What about the consequences? Ha~."

Marcus sat on the ground in fear, shouting incoherently.

"Ah, I don't want to play tricks, I won't listen to my family!"

Others looked sideways, amazed that Shaw had such a terrifying deterrent power in just three days.

Just one sentence scared the usually ferocious and arrogant Marcus like this.

For Marcus's performance, Shaw smiled, and sighed that this chicken used for waiting would probably be useless in the future.

Waved casually.

"Okay, everyone, line up and go to class."

The little snakes who came back to their senses hurriedly said in unison.

"Yes, Chief!"

After the students of Slytherin College left the stage in an orderly manner, the students of the other three colleges came back to their senses one after another, with all kinds of complicated thoughts.

Even Ron, who was cursing Shaw in his heart, couldn't help but shrink his neck.

On the way to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, Shaw looked at the progress of the [Conquer Hogwarts (Second Ring)] task, which had reached 20%.

Well, it's good.

I just don't know where to find another chicken.

The doors and windows of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom were closed, and a garlic smell filled the entire space. Professor Quirrell, who was wrapped in a big turban on the stage, stuttered and read from the textbook.

The students below the stage were bored.

Shaw sat directly in the last row today, one because he didn't want to attract Voldemort's attention, and the other was for the sake of his nose.

The little snakes made a similar choice, and gave the front seat to the honest Hufflepuff children who were in the same class with them.

Shaw knew that they would learn little from this class, so he quietly signaled the little snakes to study their textbooks.

He also took out a Transfiguration textbook titled "Analysis of the Structure of One Hundred Animals" and read it carefully.Read it.

This is what I asked Hermione to help me borrow from the library yesterday. This kind of basic Transfiguration introductory book is actually very lacking in the Black family library.

"Analysis of the Structure of One Hundred Animals" contains various analyses of animal bodies.

Transfiguration is not just about shaping something into a desired appearance. The internal structure is equally important.

Advanced Transfiguration can turn a piece of stone into a vivid magical creature.

Legendary Transfiguration can even temporarily rejuvenate one's own body and restore combat power to its peak. Professor McGonagall's notebook mentioned that Dumbledore may have been able to do this.

Legendary Transfiguration (conjecture) can even create a "person" who can use a magic wand, which is comparable to the Chinese legend of throwing beans to make soldiers.

When Shaw was looking at the analysis of creatures such as pythons, he was inexplicably named by Quirrell.

"Shaw, Shaw, you, you come, answer, about, about the red hat, how to expel it."

Shaw's eyes flashed with a cold light, and he was finally targeted.

After he stood up, he looked up at Quirrell who was cowering.

"Professor, the red hat is a bloodthirsty creature similar to a goblin. It often appears in the dungeons of ancient castles or battlefield ruins, waiting to attack those who are lost. As for how to deal with it, I think it is better to kill it than to expel it. I suggest using the Crushing Spell."

Quirrel was a little dumbfounded and didn't know how to comment for a while. What Shaw said before was all right, and he ended with a violent killing.

His head suddenly hurt, and he immediately came back to his senses and stammered.

"Ahem, ahem, this method is very suitable for a talented little wizard like you. Other students just need to use the Light Spell to expel it. Slytherin plus, plus 5 points."

After Shaw sat down, he touched his chin and pondered, and then he didn't take it to heart. In Hogwarts, Voldemort didn't dare to do anything openly before stealing something.

But after class, Shaw was stopped by Quirrell again, and Quirrell signaled that others could leave before speaking.

"Shor, I'll be free in a while, are you?"

Shor sighed secretly.

"Professor, is there something?"

"Yes, it's like this, your talent, no, is not suitable for the normal teaching progress of students, I'm going to take you back to the office to make up for it."

Shor felt that this line sounded familiar.

He didn't have time to think about those things, and quickly declined.

"Professor, I have to host Slytherin's evening study later."

But Shaw suddenly felt cold, as if he saw a sharp light flashing in Quirrell's eyes, thinking that it was not appropriate to confront Voldemort for the time being, so he added.

"Of course, I am very honored for the professor's preference. When the evening study is on the right track, I will come to learn from you."

Quirrel said a few words to Voldemort in his heart, and then started to talk nonsense.

"Your father was my senior and took good care of me, so I really can't bear to waste your magical talent. Remember to come to my office before next Friday."

Quirrell said this very smoothly and left on his own.

Shor stood there in silence, with ripples of anger in his deep and calm eyes.

"Old Voldemort, you dare to threaten me, humph, don't blame me for fleecing you!"

"It seems that I must go to the Room of Requirement tonight."

And on the first day of school, the note he gave Dumbledore was: I also found the whereabouts of a Horcrux, and the clue is in Hogwarts.