Hogwarts' Wizarding Throne

On the podium, after Shaw's explanation and demonstration, a black wizard raised his hand enthusiastically.

Shaw first restored the podium to its original state and spoke gently.

"Mr. Frank, please ask."

The black wizard stood up and pointed to his big white teeth.

"Professor, if I want to use the separation spell to pick my teeth after a meal, is that possible?"

Shaw was satisfied with the black guy's imagination, and he praised him in Ford's usual tone.

"It's a very bold and interesting idea. Of course, you have to be very proficient in the separation spell.

Otherwise, the doctor at the school hospital may give you a lot of unpalatable tooth-raising agents. So I suggest you use the cleaning spell to take care of your white teeth."

The little wizard laughed a lot, but Frank didn't care and confidently showed everyone his teeth again. Next, another little witch raised her hand and stood up to ask for advice after Shaw greeted her.

"The professor has emphasized the role of will in magic before, but how should I cultivate this ability?"

Short organized his words a little and started talking.

"Everyone's will seems to be different. Some people are born tenacious, while others are cowardly.

In fact, this is not right. At least the will that is useful for magic is not universal.

Does anyone know why Ilvermorny or Hogwarts uses their own methods to select your qualities when young wizards enter school?"

Short's question made the young wizard frown and think. Seeing that no one raised their hands, he smiled and continued.

"In fact, the reason is very simple.

In fact, the school wants to highlight some of your qualities in subsequent education. In other words, it is to discover your greatest emotional value.

For example, the little wizards of the Cat and Leopard Academy advocate perseverance and courage, and are particularly good at combat magic, so they often become fearless warriors.

The Goblin Academy has loyal, kind and noble little wizards. These people are particularly proficient in medical magic, so they often become excellent doctors.

All these can show that there is no need to develop comprehensively when cultivating will.

You just need to study which of your emotions is the most full, and then find the appropriate magic.

Do you understand what I mean?"

Shor's explanation was already very simple and profound, and he just said that people with evil hearts are born to be suitable for Avada.

The little wizards nodded to show that they understood.

Next, he disassembled the separation spell in great detail, and the class passed quickly.

After class, all the students greeted Professor "Ford" enthusiastically and left the classroom.

Shaw waved his wand and tidied up the messy classroom, then went out with the lesson plan.

The main body of Ilvermorny's school is a white castle built on the cliff of Qijun Mountain.

The towering peaks are white and surrounded by thunder fog all year round, giving people a sense of being on top of the world, which is very domineering.

Although the rough stone walls lack some simplicity and years of precipitation, they still give the castle a kind of lofty majesty.

In the castle, each building has multiple sets of overlapping large blackout windows, and the arches are densely covered with light holes, so the sunlight is very sufficient.

Shaw came all the way to the restaurant next to the foyer, which is very lively now.

The little wizards are wearing blue and raspberry school uniforms, with golden Gordian knots tied around their waists, and they are eating lunch in groups of three or five.

Shaw nodded to the students along the way and sat down at a random seat.

In less than a minute, a Pukki goblin brought a silver tray.

"Professor Ford, this is your lunch."

Pukki is a magical creature unique to North America. It is short, gray, and has long ears. It is a distant relative of goblins.

This is the goblin referred to by the Goblin Academy. It has lived in Ilvermorny for hundreds of years.

They guard the castle. Although they do some service work, they have the same status as wizards.

If Hermione came here, she would probably praise this phenomenon and imitate the castle elves in Hogwarts.

"Thank you, Jimmy."

Shor took the plate and looked at the American-style meals on it, hamburgers, sandwiches and chicken wings, with a cobb salad to relieve greasiness.

He endured the discomfort and started to eat.

The Pukki named Jimmy did not leave, but stood aside and started chatting. It seemed that this goblin had a good relationship with Ford before.

"Professor, recently the frequency of young wizards holding gatherings after school has increased.

The unused classrooms are in a mess and we always have a lot of time to clean up."

Shor has been in Ilvermorny for more than a week and has a general understanding of the atmosphere in Ilvermorny.

The marble statues of Isolt Sayre and James Stewart are placed on both sides of the main entrance of the castle.The founder of the school.

James Stewart is a genuine No-Maj, and Ilvermorny is the only magic school known to be founded by No-Maj.

He is also the only No-Maj whose statue is built for worship by the magic world, which is unimaginable in other places.

For example, the seats in the restaurant here are not divided into professors and students. Only the principal's seat is placed in the center of the main hall to show his authority.

For example, the Pukki goblin who complained to me in front of me is not restrained at all and is completely equal to the wizards.

From these aspects, the atmosphere of Ilvermorny is indeed much more open and equal.

Under this atmosphere, various thoughts will naturally brew, and there are quite a lot of various societies and embryonic parties in Ilvermorny.

As for the recent frequent gatherings, the root of this is still here with Shaw.

After all, the current tense world situation is all instigated by him.

In the tavern outside, there will be more wizards' gatherings with various ideas, and the parades in various countries are even more exciting. The nerves of the magic ministries of various countries are highly tense.

Shaw ate two pieces of salad and said casually.

"Jimmy, do you know what the little wizards are discussing recently?"

Jimmy pouted his ugly mouth.

"It's still the same topics, cheap potions and restrictions on leaving the country, but a group of little wizards proposed to imitate the UK.

Also build a wizard city, saying that this will help to concentrate labor and increase employment. I don't quite understand it."

Short eyebrows raised, the little wizard who proposed this idea is really far-sighted.

"Oh? Which college are they from?"

"A few Horned Water Snakes, huh? It seems that they are all vassals of Gays."

After investigation, Gays, who won the Warrior in the Five Strongest Tournament, is the person in charge of the Horned Water Snake College, similar to Shaw's chief in Slytherin.

And now Jimmy's news made Shaw ponder.

I didn't expect that quiet little witch to have such a good eye.

This is actually one of the benefits of communication between schools.

Even after staying in Ilvermorny for these days, Shaw also felt that this American magic school had many advantages.

After getting information from Jimmy, the chatterbox goblin, Shaw quickly finished his unpalatable lunch.

After that, he walked towards the back of the castle.

Shaw's purpose of coming here was not to really experience the position of professor. There would be plenty of opportunities in Hogwarts in the future.

At the beginning, after various disputes between Isolt Sayre and her aunt Gormlaith Gaunt, the snakewood wand turned into a towering snakewood in the back mountain.

Later, it was discovered that the branches and leaves of the snakewood had a strong medical effect, providing a lot of medical help to the American magic community.

So the back mountain naturally became the forbidden area of ​​Ilvermorny, not only with strict guards, but also with many magical restrictions.

Of course, these are not big problems for Shaw.

But when he approached the forbidden area several times, he felt a sense of crisis in his heart, so he did not break in.

Shaw strolled on the wall behind the castle, looking up at the towering snake tree not far away.

The snake tree was lush and green, with a straight trunk and a huge crown, standing in a white jade fence.

Not far from the fence was a cliff, where there was a huge bird's nest, which was one of the forces guarding the snake tree.

A huge thunderbird with two pairs of white wings just spread its wings and flew out, carrying rolling thunderclouds and lightning, and flew to find food somewhere.

Shaw looked at the thunderbird flying away, and he was very kind.

"Ford, are you here to study thunderbirds again?"

At this time, a joking voice sounded from behind.

Shaw, disguised as "Ford", turned around, smiled at a bald old man in a rose-red old-fashioned wizard robe, and bowed.

"Hello, Principal Fontana."

The visitor was Gilbert Fontana, the vice-president of Ilvermorny, who was also Gais's grandfather.

The snakewood was claimed by the British, so it was naturally under strict guard. When the principal was still leading the team at Hogwarts, the vice-president was basically stationed here.

Shaw came here from time to time to step on the plate, so of course he had to find a reasonable excuse.

Professor Ford was originally a professor of spells, so Shaw's excuse was both reasonable and funny, that is, observing the thunderbird to study the lightning spell that restrained himself.

"Yes, principal, this is my latest discovery, which should be of some use."

Under Fontana's expectant eyes, Shaw put on a leather glove on his left hand, drew out the wand with his right hand, and a purple light from the tip of the wand shot onto the leather glove.

"Principal, this is the insulation theory I learned from the No-Maj. Rubber can naturally isolate lightning."

"Ford, you are really studious."

Fontana also feltInteresting, he took the gloves that Shaw took off, played with them for a few times and shook his head.

"I heard that Shaw Black's lightning spell has the characteristics of cutting and burning, and the protection of this glove is not very good."

Shaw held back his smile. He just made up an excuse. Could it be that he really found a way to deal with himself?

"Principal, any research is progressive."

Fontana returned the gloves to Shaw and sighed at the snake wood in the distance.

"I naturally know this truth, but I always feel uneasy. I always feel that the youngest legendary wizard will raid Ilvermorny at any time and take away the founder's relics.

If this is true, I will be the sinner of Ilvermorny, so it is urgent to find a way to restrain the lightning spell."

Shaw blinked, thought about it and tried.

"I will try my best, but Principal, it's rare for us to just sit there and wait for death? Are there no other preventive measures?"

Fontana glanced at "Ford" sideways.

"Of course there are other precautions, but I can't tell you.

In theory, you and I are both descendants of the 12 Aurors, and there are some things that should not be hidden from you.

But, this incident will have a bad impact in the future, so let my Fontana family bear it alone.

You are my favorite successor, and Ilvermorny and the American magic world still need you to develop."

If it were someone else, he might be moved by the sincerity of this bald old man and give up seizing the snake wood.

However, Shaw's determination was as strong as iron, and he did not waver at all.

Although Fontana did not say the details, he also analyzed the defense mentioned by the old man in his heart, and it was probably to let the forces of the Twin Snakes to assist in the defense.

This is also one of the reasons why Shaw chose "Ford", a descendant of the 12 Aurors, to disguise himself, so that it is very easy to obtain information.

He comforted in a fake manner.

"Principal, don't worry so much. In extreme circumstances, make some extreme choices. I think the other 12 Auror families will choose to understand."

"I hope so."

Fontana's wrinkled face was even more tired.

"The world is still changing too fast. I thought that after Dumbledore, our America would rise.

I didn't expect that Britain is still so loved by the magic world, and there is a super genius like Shor Black.

My granddaughter Gays actually wrote to persuade me to give up Serpentwood and take the initiative to make friends with Black.

This will prevent the United States from being hit first, and at least allow the Fontana family to retain its strength, or even go further."

When Shor heard this, his heart refreshed his perception of the quiet little witch.

"Then the principal must have chosen to refuse. After all, the American magic world was built by our twelve Aurors with great effort."

"Yes, who can be willing to give up hundreds of years of hard work to others?"

Fontana said with a look of disappointment, and then waved his hand.

"Okay, go away. Don't come here recently. I always feel that a big war may happen here at any time. It's not safe."

Shor didn't bother to argue any more. He bowed politely to the vice-president and walked into the castle.

In addition to thinking about how to seize the snakewood, he had another idea in his mind.

From the conversation with Fontana just now, he always felt that the other party was a little hesitant.

It seems that he still doesn't understand the 12 Auror families and their internal disputes deeply enough.

This may be an opportunity to completely seize the American magic world in the future?

These are all later. The most important thing now is to grab the snakewood!

After many days of exploration, he has roughly figured it out.

It is now mid-January, and there is still a month before the second competition of the Top Five Tournament. Harry can't be left hanging outside.

And old Percy also sent news that the alchemy array in the secret passage has been repaired, and the old man has invested in the study of "The Book of Abraham".

So he couldn't wait any longer, he had to finish his work here and return to England.

Shaw didn't choose to return to the dormitory, but went out of the castle directly and sent mission information to some subordinates first.

Then he came to an unmanned corner, put on the illusion spell, flapped his wings, and flew in the direction of the thunderbird foraging before.

. . . .

It was evening in the UK, which was 5 hours ahead of the United States.

In Wingo Castle, Wingo, the apparent leader of the wizard army, was still eating dinner.

A pile of information and newspapers were stacked on the dining table.

A corner of the newspaper was about the recent large-scale parade of ordinary wizards in France.

Suddenly, the poker communication that Wingo had been carrying with him began to vibrate.

He hurriedly took out the communication poker and read it.

"It's finally about to start!"

A sharp light flashed in Wingo's eyes, and he stood up suddenly without wiping his mouth, and walked quickly to the back of the castle.

There are most of the witch army members who have been gathering for training.member.