Hogwarts' Wizarding Throne

The next day.

There was no class this morning, so after supervising the morning self-study, Shaw went to the Ravenclaw Tower to wander around.

He did not meet Ms. Grey by chance.

He asked a few young wizards from the Eagle Academy, but they said that not only the students from the outer academy, but even the students from the Eagle Academy could not see the academy ghost all year round, and some young eagles did not even know the existence of Ms. Grey.

Shaw had no choice but to give up and ask Hermione to help keep an eye on him.

Then he went back to the dormitory to practice meditation.

Although he had the wand of Guobeng to assist in casting spells, he still wanted to do three things at once. Who would complain about not having enough means to improve his strength?

Shaw's brain blockage was at the full level, which not only could block emotions and calm people down, but also reached the state of being able to mobilize emotions and construct false memories at will.

Unlike Snape, who was half-baked, he had a stern face all day long in order to maintain the brain blockage.

Thanks to the full level of brain blockage, Shaw's meditation went smoothly and he directly skipped the stage of daze.

He was sitting cross-legged on the bed, breathing evenly, with his palms on his knees, eyes closed, and senses inside.

He suddenly felt that he was slowly looking at his body from a vague God's perspective.

Although it was not clear, he could slightly feel the flow of blood.

When meditating, time flew by, and it was noon before he knew it. Draco came to call him to eat and stopped meditating.

"Shor, what were you doing just now? Why didn't you go out to play?"

"Meditating, you don't understand even if I tell you, where did you go to play just now? Did you go on a date with your girlfriend Pansy?"

Draco's expression of excitement froze, and he sighed a little.

"Pansy doesn't understand me, and I haven't played with her for a long time."

Shor didn't say much after hearing this, and the two of them didn't get married in the original book.

Pansy's family is relatively declining, but instead wants to rely on the pure blood supremacy to turn over and maintain respectability, so Pansy is one of the students in the first grade who doesn't support Shaw.

After the two of them had lunch in the hall, Shaw led the first-year snakes to the castle basement.

This afternoon was two consecutive potion classes.

Harry had not yet reached the potion classroom, but he was panting all the way up.

He looked at the little snakes walking in two neat rows, and he almost didn't dare to go up and talk to Shaw.

It was Draco who pulled him to his side.

"Hey, Harry, don't be embarrassed."

Harry stroked his glasses, greeted Shaw politely, and then looked for a topic a little uncomfortably.

"Draco, have you prepared for the potion class? I barely finished reading the textbook."

Draco raised his chin slightly and said proudly.

"Of course I did, we have two self-study classes in the morning and evening."

"I really envy your college, with a leader like Shaw."

Draco subconsciously shuddered, and then he and Harry started to talk about how much new knowledge they had learned.

That's what a cool guy is like. He lives a life like a cow or a horse, but he wants to brag about it as a life of luxury.

So Harry and Draco, one dares to brag, and the other dares to believe it.

Not far from the little snake team, other Lions students were scattered behind.

Ron whispered to Seamus.

"Harry is really not a Gryffindor. We and Slytherin are arch-enemies."

But Seamus didn't care and said bluntly.

"But it's lucky to be friends with Shaw."

Ron opened his eyes wide and roared in a low voice.

"Harry is the savior, he is no worse than anyone else!"

Seamus curled his lips.

"Yeah, so why doesn't the savior want to play with us."

Ron: …………. . .

The style of the potions classroom is the same as his master's office, cold and dark, and there are also various bottles and jars along the wall. The animal specimens soaked in them scared many young wizards.

Shaw took Draco and the others to sit in the interrupted position of the desk area. Harry wanted to sit with them, but Shaw dismissed him with a word.

"Harry, getting along well with classmates in your own college is also a kind of social training."

Shor's words were high-sounding, but he just didn't want to be implicated.

But the naive and kind Harry took it seriously. After returning and sitting with Ron, he took the initiative to chat with him, which made Ron happy.

After a while, the classroom door was opened with a bang, and Snape walked in quickly with a fluttering black robe.

He didn't waste any words, picked up the roll call and started to call the roll.

"Millicent Bulstrode."

"Here."

"Harry Potter."

"Here."

When Harry was called, Snape couldn't help but stop, lowered his head and stared at Harry with his empty and indifferent eyes.

"Oh, yes, Harry Potter, the newcomer, the famous savior."

Snape sneeredAfter a sarcastic remark, he was too lazy to continue calling out names, and waved his sleeves coldly.

"Potion preparation is a precise science and a strict process. I don't expect you to truly understand the beauty of it.

Just do as I say, and I can teach you how to improve your reputation, forge glory, and even prevent death.

But you must remember one thing, that is, you are not the kind of troll students I often encounter."

After Snape finished his opening remarks, he instantly dominated the whole scene and established a deterrent force without any effort.

Off the court, Shaw couldn't help but hold his forehead. Here it comes, it's coming, a famous scene.

"Harry Potter."

"What will I get if I add narcissus root powder to wormwood infusion."

Harry didn't need to breathe a sigh of relief when he heard the content of the question. He stood up and answered confidently.

"Water of life and death."

Snape narrowed his eyes and continued to ask without giving up.

"Potter, what is the difference between Aconitum naviculatum and Aconitum damicornis?"

"There is no difference."

"If I ask you to find me a piece of bezoar, where would you find it?"

"Bezoar is found in the cow's stomach."

Snape felt a tightness in his chest, and then looked at Shaw fiercely.

"Shor Black, stand up."

Shor's eyes froze immediately, and he stood up and looked at Snape in confusion.

Snape looked unkind and gritted his teeth slightly.

"What potion can be prepared with bezoar, valerian, mistletoe berries, and unicorn horns?"

Shor said with a strange look.

"Professor, it's the forgetfulness potion, which is a potion that makes people lose their memory. It is a potion for treating those who have been tortured by the curse and left with mental trauma. It needs to be used with great caution."

Snape dragged a strange tone.

"Oh? The answer is correct, but did I ask you to explain? Slytherin deducts 1 point. Even a fool like Harry Potter knows one question and one answer. You may have really drunk a bottle of forgetfulness potion."

Snape scolded Shaw and felt much better. He said to others.

"Why don't you write down all these questions and answers?"

The little snakes and lions trembled. This professor was simply attacking indiscriminately. They lowered their heads and took notes.

Especially the little snakes were the most confused. Didn't the seniors say that the dean was very biased towards their own college?

After Shaw sat down, he kept complaining that Professor Snape was too much.

He didn't want to embarrass the son of the hostile host, but he came to embarrass himself, a bystander.

Didn't he just promise to give him the "Harry's ugly photo" and he hasn't done it yet?

Is it necessary to use the forgetfulness potion to remind him?

However, the debt that should be paid still needs to be paid, otherwise he will be targeted by Snape all the time, which will hit his image in the eyes of the students of the Snake College too much.

It is not right to continue to fleece the St. Petersburg Church.

You can't really use the Dark Mark to scare him.

So I'd rather die than let my friend die.

Silently said in my heart: Harry, I can only apologize to you.