Hogwarts' Wizarding Throne

On the way back from Gryffindor, Shaw asked Alice about Theodore's general situation.

How should I put it? He felt quite sympathetic towards this fanatic.

This was a tragic existence similar to Sirius, who had a very bad family of origin, so he was very rebellious.

His sister Gloria was very similar to Regulus.

Both of them were unsuccessful heirs of the same generation, so they had to bear the expectations of their crazy elders.

Sirius chose to betray his family regardless of everything, while Theodore chose to lock himself in his own world.

Shaw looked up at the pale and thin Theodore, who was a little sick, with a very lonely temperament and a hidden madness between his eyebrows.

Facing Shaw's gaze, Theodore tried his best to straighten his back, took out his wand and pointed it at the sky and shouted.

"Hello, Chief, your most loyal believer, Theodore pays tribute to you."

Sure enough, the more lonely people are, the more fanatical and loyal they are after they have faith.

Draco's eyes widened. He had warned the other party not to talk nonsense before coming.

Theodore was so shameless that he stabbed him in the back and stole his lines in advance.

If it weren't for the shame of such words, he would have said it long ago.

Shaw didn't mean to laugh. He nodded and didn't ask about his miserable life. He asked directly.

"Theodore, tell me what you want."

Theodore's expression was fierce. Even with his pale handsome face, he looked very vicious.

"My father joined the Death Eaters without lofty ideals. He just enjoyed killing people. I vowed early on to kill all such people and overthrow this disgusting and dirty world!"

Shaw frowned. People like Theodore have the potential to be crazy. A very useful knife can easily scratch your hand.

"Just now you said you are my most loyal believer? What can you do for me?"

Theodore said firmly.

"Everything!"

Shaw snorted coldly, and the heart-piercing words came out again!

"Heh~, I asked you to kill your father, do you dare?"

Theodore's eyes twitched when asked, and Shaw asked out the thoughts in his heart.

Of course, this thought is similar to the self-destructive tendency that ordinary people occasionally have.

Living under the oppression of that crazy father for a long time, it is normal to have emotions similar to patricide.

But after struggling for a while, Theodore lowered his head and shook it hard, his voice hoarse.

"Chief, I, I can't do it, I disappoint you."

Shor stood up, but smiled very warmly, and covered Theodore's head with his palm.

"I'm not disappointed, okay, I accept your loyalty."

Theodore immediately turned from guilty to happy, half-knelt on the ground.

"Thank you, Chief!"

"I heard that you have a good talent for potions? What can you do?"

"It's okay, I like to treat small animals, so I have a little research, and I can make commonly used therapeutic potions, compound decoctions, etc."

Shor nodded slightly, a good talent, can be cultivated.

In the future, the other party's father will be secretly killed or arrested and imprisoned. The Nott family, which has a good influence, will basically be in control.

So he took out Snape's textbook, copied it into two, and gave one to Theodore.

"This is a modification of the potion textbook by a potion master in his early years. Before the magic of the copy disappears, copy down the notes. There are also some black magic on it. You and Draco will study together. It is strictly forbidden to spread it."

Theodore respectfully took the copied textbook and asked in confusion.

"Oh? Chief, you don't object to using black magic?"

Shor said patiently.

"It is the human heart that kills people, and you blame the knife in your hand?"

Theodore fell into a brief contemplation, and then nodded.

"I understand."

After Theodore left happily, Shaw smiled and clicked on the system to take a look.

The third-level faith value has two points, and it is only 8 points away from the third-level lottery, which can definitely give a magical skill.

After two days of tossing and turning, the level 1 faith value is more than 2,000, and the level 2 faith value is also 91 points, just a little bit away from the second-level lottery.

On the side, Draco, who had been patient for a long time, stuttered.

"Shor, you just acted so ruthless, why did you ask Theodore if he dared to kill his father?"

"Is this your way of being filial? You, you are not going to let, let me~..."

"Don't think about it, you have a good father."

Shor waved his hand to interrupt Draco's wild thoughts. He was not "killing his father", but he was still a little disappointed with Draco.

He took care of him so much, but he didn't contribute a little fanatical faith value to himself.

Then his eyes showed a gleam of light.

Did he just act very ruthless?

He took out the phoenix tail feathers and rubbed them in his hands, and whispered a whisper that others could not hear.

"Only ruthlessness can be great, and affection can be used. For the throne of mine, only I need to be great."

ThenSent Draco, who was tangled in various ways, to do his own things.

Then Shaw took out the notebook given by Voldemort and continued to read it.

The more he read, the more happy his eyebrows became, but soon, the more he read, the angrier Shaw became.

After a while, he couldn't help but curse.

"Voldemort, you are a scatterbrain! Kawen Wang!"

Saturday, a holiday.

The atmosphere on campus today is unusually weird.

Especially the little eagles and badgers, who always feel that they have walked into the wrong campus.

It was agreed that everyone would play bad together, and it was agreed that your childhood and my childhood would be equally happy?

Slytherin is fine, but why are Gryffindors rolling up?

On holidays, the library is crowded with people, leaving the studious little eagle with nowhere to go.

In the corridors, the strange walking posture and weird but warm politeness of the little lions almost made the badgers think that the other party was possessed by a female ghost.

In the hall, behind every lion cub that came and went, there was a beautiful lady holding a small notebook and recording something.

On the dining table, the lively scene of the lion court eating together was gone, and several lion cubs even bit their tongues accidentally.

George with a crooked mouth was one of those who always bit his tongue, and he couldn't help but sigh.

"This life is unbearable."

Fred looked around with a squinting eye, and when he saw that the supervisors arranged by Angelina didn't look at them, he whispered.

"I have asked members of the Anti-Tyranny Alliance to go to Hogsmeade to buy conductive and insulating materials."

George with a crooked mouth was immediately shocked.

"As long as we can find a way to restrain lightning, we can overthrow the dark rule of the great devil Shaw!"

Not far from the two, Harry was eating chicken legs in small bites, his ears moved, and he hesitated in his heart.

"Should I go tell on the spies? But I'm from Gryffindor after all, oh, it's so difficult."

Just then, Draco came over with a pale, lonely boy, well, and two useless men.

"Harry, have you finished eating? We should go to the abandoned classroom to receive spell training from Shaw."

Harry nodded, finished the chicken leg, "calmly" wiped his mouth with a napkin, turned his head and looked at Ravenclaw.

"Hey, where's Hermione? She said she would go to the abandoned classroom today."

Draco's eyes flashed with dissatisfaction.

"I don't know what Shaw is thinking. He actually asked you to let Hermione be an assistant. He went to decorate the classroom with Hermione half an hour ago."

Harry naturally saw Draco's contempt and dissatisfaction, and could only respond with "Oh".

He felt helpless. His two good friends looked down on each other. What could he do?

"Let's go, Shaw said there is a surprise today."