Hogwarts' Wizarding Throne

A potion class full of sarcastic words made the young wizards physically and mentally exhausted.

During the class, Neville and Seamus even made the boiled abscess potion explode, which affected many innocent people.

Snape was very upset.

"Tsk, you are the worst class of students I have ever taught!"

"About the abscess potion, turn in a 5-inch homework in the next class, get out of class dismissed!"

After class, Shaw had a "plan" in his mind, so he asked Draco and others to go to the hall for dinner first.

After everyone left, he began to look for old books in the lockers in the classroom.

After searching for a while, he finally got a tattered textbook, which was densely packed with notes on improving the brewing of potions.

The owner of the textbook also gave himself a very pretentious name: Half-Blood Prince.

So, which boy or girl doesn't like fantasy?

Shaw also wanted to sit on the magic throne and rule the world.

"Tsk, I didn't expect that the handwriting of the Snape teacher is so beautiful."

Shor flipped through it casually, and after seeing that there was indeed "God of Swords and Shadowless" and a few small evil curses, he put the textbook into the ring with satisfaction.

While walking towards the hall, he perfected the idea of ​​"pitting Ha" in his mind.

Since he was fleecing someone, he decided to do it beautifully.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that this could be used as a pre-task for "pitting", which was simply perfect.

By the way, maybe it can also greatly advance the progress of [Conquering Hogwarts (Second Ring)].

Shaw felt more and more that he had the potential of a conspirator.

"I'm simply a genius!"

Afterwards, Shaw returned to the hall to eat and supervise the evening self-study. When he sat on the high platform, he began to learn "God of Swords and Shadowless" and "Inverted Golden Bell" created by Snape.

He also admired Snape's talent and talent.

And his talent for dark magic in Azkaban was indeed not covered.

Before the evening self-study session, there was no need to cast any spells, as the system had already determined that the two spells had been successfully learned.

After encouraging the little snakes, he returned to the dormitory and called Draco directly.

"I'll teach you a new spell tonight."

Draco looked puzzled.

"But I haven't learned the petrification spell yet."

Shor patted Draco's shoulder meaningfully.

"That will be postponed. I'll teach you an interesting spell today."

"Okay, you're strong, you have the final say."

Shor spent an hour explaining the "Hanging Golden Hook" to Draco, and then let him go to study on his own.

No words were spoken that night.

The next day, in the hall.

Students from the other three colleges watched Shaw's daily drama of burning the Howler Letter.

The twins, who loved to be funny and show off, asked a sporty beauty from their own college.

"Angelina, have you noticed that there are only 5 Howlers from Shaw today?"

"So soon, I won't be able to watch Shaw's coolness anymore."

"Angelina, your focus is weird."

"What's weird about it? Isn't a delicate and elegant little brother pleasing to the eye? It would be nice if he was from our college."

"Well, let's not do it. I don't want to study in the morning and evening."

In the teacher's seat, Professor McGonagall also ate breakfast while watching Shaw's performance.

As a professor, they all have full-time house elves to serve them, and they can choose to eat in their own offices.

So it's not common for other professors to eat at the professor's seat.

Professor McGonagall is an exception. She is the vice-president and needs to manage the whole school, so she often appears in the hall.

By the way, there is also a mysterious Professor Snape.

McGonagall looked at the Slytherin students eating elegantly in an orderly manner, and then looked at the enthusiastic scene of people eating in her own college.

Turning his head, he asked the indifferent Snape with envy.

"Severus, the current atmosphere of your college is really good. You chose a good headmaster."

Snape's mouth twitched, and he tried to hold back a smug smile.

"It's just so-so."

McGreg's mouth twitched, too, and she felt that Snape was in Versailles, and then she sighed again.

"Alas, don't lions deserve elegance?"

………….

This morning, the first-year class of Slytherin was the History of Magic.

The professor of this course was a ghost named Binns, who died on the job before his death. After becoming a soul, he still loved his job and was dedicated to his work. It is said that he has been teaching the History of Magic at Hogwarts for nearly a thousand years.

In class, Professor Binns kept talking in a monotonous voice. As for whether the students listened or not, it was none of the old professor's business.

Most students use it to make up for their sleep.

The results of this course depend entirely on self-consciousness.

Even if Shaw forced himself to listen carefully to the class, he was soon defeated.

I really can't do it!

The little snakes around Shaw couldn't stand Professor Binns's hypnotic voice any longer. Seeing Shaw start to do something else, they followed suit.

The bell rang for the end of get out of classAfter getting up, Professor Binns assigned homework dryly and left through the wall.

In the afternoon.

It was finally the flying class that the little wizards had been looking forward to.

The little snakes and lions gathered together again and started to brag to each other.

Draco: "I have been very talented in flying since I was a child. Once when I was flying in the sky on a broom, I narrowly avoided the collision of a Muggle helicopter."

Ron: "Tsk, you are too lame. I rode my brother's old broom and directly smashed a hang glider."

Seamus: "I grew up on a broom, flying around in the wilderness all day long."

Harry: "Wow, you are all so awesome, I hope I don't fall off my broom."

Along the way, Shaw quietly watched these excited young men doing all kinds of things, worrying about what would happen in a while.

When we arrived at the lawn in front of the castle, there were dozens of worn-out brooms, which made people wonder whether these brooms would fall apart when flying.

The professor of the flying class was named Mrs. Hooch, a capable witch with short silver-gray hair. Seeing that the students were all there, she started the class directly.

There is no need to elaborate on the process. (Otherwise, there would be suspicion of waterwork)

But when Shaw held the broom, the system prompt sounded.

"Ding, activate the flying talent level 3."

Shaw was stunned and didn't care. He had no interest in this barbaric sport.

Mainly because he was heartbroken by a certain team in his previous life, he no longer paid attention to these large-scale sports.

Then he waited for the development of things.

"Ah, ah!"

"Child, come down quickly!"

Sure enough, what was supposed to happen still happened.

Mrs. Hooch just wanted everyone to experience flying three feet above the ground, but Neville's broom seemed to be out of his control and directly jumped into the sky crookedly.

Neville's face was pale with fear as he flew around in the sky, and he couldn't control the broom at all.

Shor clenched his fists and suppressed his intention to save people.

Instead, he said to Harry coldly.

"Harry, do you want to watch your companion fall to death? Fly to save him!"

Harry sat on the broom three feet above the ground, looking at the sky with a worried look.

But he was stunned when he heard Shor's words. Just when he wanted to ask the other party to save him, he saw Neville's broom hit the castle, and Neville fell down and hung on a corner of the eaves, and was about to fall.

He didn't have time to think about it, so he grabbed the wooden handle and flew out directly on the broom.

The air blew through his hair, and his robe fluttered behind him. Amid the exclamations of everyone, Harry quickly approached Neville hanging in the air.

Seeing that the corner of the eaves supporting Neville was broken, Neville also began to fall. Harry, who wanted to slow down and approach, gritted his teeth and the broom went away at a faster speed.

At the critical moment, he grabbed Neville and turned the broom around to avoid hitting the wall. His flying talent was quite outstanding.

When Harry returned to the lawn with Neville, who was in tears, he was naturally greeted with enthusiastic cheers from the little lions.

Shaw watched coldly and said to Draco, who was envious beside him.

"Are you envious?"

Draco nodded and shook his head, saying that his words did not match his heart.

"It's okay, it's Harry after all."

Shaw pointed at Professor McGonagall who walked out of the castle quickly.

"You'll be more envious later."

When Professor McGonagall came to take Harry away, she saw a mess of little lions and calm little snakes.

She pursed her lips and hesitated for a moment, then called to Shaw.

"Shore, come with me too."

Shore, who had just finished calculating Harry, did not expect that he had his own business.