Hogwarts' Wizarding Throne

Alice was stunned for a moment, but soon understood what Shaw meant. She thought about it before speaking.

"That Percy is really good. Although he is old-fashioned, he is rigorous in his work. There is also a girl named Angelina among the girls. She is capable and there are some good ones, such as the fifth graders..."

"Our own academy, since the chief gave Mrs. Monta a chance today, it means that you are still optimistic about him. I will continue to observe his attitude and tendency, and... these half-bloods are all good candidates for investigation."

Shor did not express any opinions, but just listened quietly to Alice's analysis.

"As for the other two academies, I still need to observe. Chief, I have finished speaking, please give me your instructions."

Shor nodded slightly and praised generously.

"You are very careful, and I am relieved, but you can set your goals lower, don't just focus on the senior grades. After all, our goals are more ambitious and we need talents who will continue to move forward."

"Yes, chief."

The time soon came to 8 o'clock. Shaw looked at the rows of little lions who had already walked with some manners. Although they were awkward, they were acceptable.

So he stood up and announced.

"Okay, today's evening self-study is over. I hope everyone will continue to work hard in the future. Disband."

"Yeah!"

"Ah, we are free!"

Instantly, everyone cheered.

The little lions were liberated like prisoners who had been trapped at home for several years, and they danced and ran around in the lounge.

Many people excitedly began to take off their clothes and throw them into the air, and some people even hugged the people around them and kissed them.

Ahem, regardless of gender.

The twins were also released from the water prison at this moment. George twisted his mouth and Fred squinted his eyes.

The two hugged each other and rolled on the ground, muttering in their mouths.

George with a twisted mouth: "It's terrible, terrible, but also very exciting."

Fred with squinted eyes: "What do you think will happen if we put this electric shock effect into a dung egg?"

Shaw watched this scene with interest.

Suddenly.

A spark exploded in the sky.

"Bang!"

"Quiet!"

A loud roar followed, instantly quieting the lounge.

This time it wasn't Shaw who made the noise.

Instead, Mag, with a serious and rigid face, slowly walked in from the entrance of the lounge.

All the little lions looked at their dean stupidly.

Mag came to the front of the noisy crowd, looked at the few people hanging on the wall lamp with their eyes closed and pretending to be dead, and the twins who were hugging each other and grinning after being released from the water dungeon.

"I have been observing secretly, and I am both pleased and worried. I am pleased with your progress in manners, but I am also worried that Shaw's methods are too cruel."

Mag said, somewhat hating him for not fighting.

"But you showed your true colors just after the disbandment! Are lions really not worthy of elegance?"

All the little lions lowered their heads, not daring to face the disappointed eyes of the dean.

Mag was full of momentum, pacing back and forth in front of the crowd, like an angry lioness.

"I know what you are thinking. After all, I am also a Gryffindor. Do you still want to hold a violent and uncooperative attitude and write a letter home to complain?"

McGreg glanced at the guilty little lions and spoke like Snape for the first time.

"Don't dream. I will write to your parents in person. I think they are willing to see your progress. Moreover, from today on, I will grant Shaw the right to be the deputy headmaster of Gryffindor as the deputy headmaster to fully supervise your progress!"

All the little lions' faces changed drastically, their hearts were ashen, like snow in July, and their bodies and minds were cold.

Some even knelt down in despair and shouted to the sky: "No, no, no"!

The twins lying on the ground looked at each other and burst into tears.

Fred with slanted eyes: "I'm so upset. Will I suddenly become a crying fool?"

George with crooked mouth: "Be patient. I'm already thinking of a way. Let's bear the humiliation."

Fred with slanted eyes: "Yes, yes, before a person is destroyed, let him swell up first!"

………….

Shaw ignored the very troubled Professor McGonagall and came out of Gryffindor with a puzzled face. The other ten little snakes also looked at their chief in surprise.

They secretly sighed that the chief is the chief, always unexpected, and Professor McGonagall can support him unconditionally.

When everyone passed by the fourth floor, they also met Quirrell.

The other party handed Shaw a notebook and left in a hurry without saying anything.

To show his loyalty, Victor had a lot of ideas and said: "Alice, you said that since the chief can be the vice-dean of Gryffindor, is it possible for him to be the professor of dark magic?"

Alice also thought about it seriously and shook her head.

"It's true that I can't learn anything from Quirrell's Defense Against the Dark Arts class, but this class is cursed, so forget it."

Victor: "The Chief is so powerful, how could he be afraid of curses?"

Shor turned his head and looked at Victor. Did this guy want to harm him?

Unfortunately, he could not find any evidence, after all, the other party was too sincere.

He had to change the subject and said with a hint of meaning.

"Don't underestimate Quirrell. You can't judge a person by his appearance. Surprises are always hidden around him."

The little snakes were thoughtful. The Chief must have a deep meaning when he said that.

Everyone returned to the Slytherin lounge and dispersed.

As soon as Shaw entered the door, he saw Draco sitting on the bed with a tangled expression. Goyle and Crabbe were nowhere to be found.

He stepped forward and patted Draco on the shoulder.

"Draco, what's wrong?"

Draco was startled, and when he saw it was Shaw, his eyes dodged.

"No, nothing."

The child really couldn't hide his expression. Shaw stared at Draco with burning eyes.

Draco was very uncomfortable being looked at, and finally gritted his teeth and said.

"Just now, just now Theodore asked me to teach him spells, I, I refused."

Shor suddenly realized that Theodore was his fanatic fan.

"Why not, you are willing to teach even Goyle and Crabbe."

Draco clenched his fists.

"I have known him since childhood, and I know that his thoughts are very dangerous, and, and..."

Draco talked for a long time, but couldn't explain it.

But Shaw didn't have the patience to play dumb with a child, and Theodore was his fanatic fan, so he had to treat him preferentially, so he waved his hand.

"Go call Theodore over, I will ask him in person."

Draco's face turned pale instantly, he opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything for a long time, and finally he could only stand up helplessly and stagger to call for someone.

Shaw shook his head, too lazy to guess the strange thoughts of this little kid, and took out the notebook that Quirrell had just given him and started reading it.

To see what else this guy is going to do.

But within a few minutes, he frowned and took a breath.

"Hiss, Voldemort is really willing to spend money."

It's not that the Black family doesn't have books about the Fiendfyre Curse, but the threshold of this dark magic is relatively high, and you have to learn the equally high threshold of the End of All Curses first.

Otherwise, learning the Fiendfyre Curse at random will only lead to self-destruction.

For example, a certain idiot who burned down the Room of Requirement.

Well, with his talent for white magic, the End of All Curses is too advanced.

And the content of Voldemort's notebook directly transcends the limitation of the End of All Curses and has a way to control the Fiendfyre from the root.

Without waiting for Shaw to continue reading, Draco brought Theodore Nott with a constipated look on his face.