Hogwarts' Wizarding Throne

The new king, Shaw, was originally sighing in his heart, thinking about how to make up for it later, but when he heard the old man's nagging voice, he stopped thinking so.

Sometimes a strong person is not only strong in strength, but also in character.

Shaw shook his head and looked at the group of saints who were full of complicated tears.

I wanted to say something to win people's hearts and boost morale, but it seems inappropriate now.

And Grindelwald had already given a speech reviewing the past and introducing himself.

Whatever he said could not arouse too much emotion.

So Shaw pointed to the two slightly shorter giant peaks and gave orders directly.

"This will be our base camp in the future. You will each be stationed under the two giant peaks and start rebuilding this floating island!

One day, we will be able to build a floating island and dominate the world!"

The Pure Land Society was the first to respond loudly.

"Yes! God King!"

In the wizard party, Vita and Abernathy took the lead, and the other saints knelt down after hesitating for a few seconds.

"Yes!"

The gathering voices lingered on the cloud tops of the divine realm without any obstruction.

On the hillside of the second giant peak, Grindelwald looked back and nodded with satisfaction.

"Really good."

As time passed, the forces of all parties surged in the dark.

In mid-February, the second event of the much-anticipated Top Five Tournament finally arrived.

In the Black Lake, a huge floating platform stood, casting a long reflection on the water.

On the narrow floating bridge connecting the floating platform, there was a little wizard who got up late, stuffing a sandwich into his mouth while running wildly, and I don't know how many people he knocked over.

The entire floating platform seemed to have moved the audience seats of the Quidditch stadium over. At this moment, the rows of seats were full and crowded.

Wizards from inside and outside the school were cheering in front of the platform, where six warriors were preparing for the game.

Today, the sky was clear and the sun was shining. Although it was a bit cold, it could not resist the enthusiasm of the wizards.

Among the warriors, after Draco interacted with his parents in the VIP seats, he turned around and saw Harry looking around furtively.

"Are you looking for the chief?"

Harry said as a matter of course.

"Isn't this nonsense? Didn't you say that the chief would come to serve as the referee in the game today? The game is about to start, why is there no one?"

Draco choked, and before he could forcefully refute it, Percy, who represented Barty as the referee today, came over.

He looked at the two of them with a subtle contempt in his eyes, and then took out a poker from his arms and handed it to Harry.

"Harry Potter, this is a one-time magic storage poker that the chief asked me to give you. It contains a powerful healing spell as a reward for your last trip to the United States."

Harry was in disbelief for a few seconds, and then took the coveted poker with trembling hands.

"I knew the chief would see my efforts. That, Percy, isn't the chief coming today?"

"How would I know the chief's whereabouts? He has so many big things to worry about, and he still has the time to take care of small things like you. Don't behave too badly later."

Percy has despised Harry and Draco for a long time, and has never taken the initiative to get close to the two.

It is easy to understand that Malfoy and the Weasley family have a feud.

As for Harry, it was okay before, but since Sirius Black appeared,

Percy is in charge of intelligence and knows more.

He saw that if Draco hadn't pulled him, Harry would have wanted to run to the audience to find the big black dog immediately with the poker, and he couldn't help but feel that it was not worth it for the chief.

"The chief is still too kind."

Percy finished what Shaw told him to do and returned to the referee's seat.

After Draco stopped the excited Harry, he was happy for his good friend, but he still reminded him.

"It's not that I'm pessimistic, your stubborn godfather may not accept treatment, you should think about some tactful ways."

These words were like cold water, which woke Harry up immediately.

Yes, although the godfather seems to have begun to accept the chief's leadership of the wizarding world recently, he never gives in.

Draco is becoming more and more calm now.

"Let's think about the game later. I don't know what your and my favorite items are, obviously..."

Percy returned to the referee's seat and was immediately asked again by Helena, the headmaster of Ilvermorny.

"The game is about to start. When will Mr. Black arrive?"

The headmistress was no longer as domineering as before and looked very haggard.

Vice-Principal Fontana, who was traveling in the UK, also accompanied her.

The two of them were not concerned that Shaw would not start until he played a game.

Ilvermorny is nowIt is in a semi-abandoned state. Although teaching is still going on normally, the statues of the sorting houses are broken beyond repair, the snakewood has been taken away, and there is a huge pit that cannot be filled on the campus.

This is a truly devastating blow to the reputation of Ilvermorny and the psychological blow to the young wizards who return to school. It is unknown whether they can still enroll students next year.

So the two principals and vice principals now want to meet the "culprit" Shaw immediately. They dare not ask the other party to make full compensation and apologize.

But they must give a reasonable explanation!

They have not approached the British Ministry of Magic and Dumbledore before, and Fudge and Dumbledore were also in the referee's seat, but they were all kicked back.

Dumbledore only said that Ilvermorny and Hogwarts are close neighbors and will definitely lend a helping hand, and the International Wizarding Association will not really sit idly by.

But after going around for a long time, the other party just didn't say what kind of assistance they could provide?

Fudge went even further, explaining to them that Hogsmeade would expand its science and magic laboratories next year, and build a new Hogwarts branch under it.

It would be used to accommodate the kidnapped little wizards that had been taken in before.

If Ilvermorny was unable to do so, the UK, out of international humanitarianism, would not mind helping to take in little wizards from the US who could not enroll.

Is this human language?

Percy responded to the two's urging with a smile and official rhetoric.

"Don't worry, the chief will definitely show up today. As for whether he will see you or not, I can't decide."

Helena was very upset, and Fontana whispered to her not to be impulsive.

The current situation in the United States is very bad, and it's not just the education sector that has big problems. Although the Purgers have been destroyed, the situation is even more complicated.

Not to mention the obstacles secretly set by Britain and Russia.

The actions of the Twin Snakes have also begun to become public, intervening in the US political arena and economy.

The 12 Auror families were even more disunited and not as united as before.

At this moment, the lake in the distance suddenly rose with waves, and a huge anaconda jumped out of the water.

On the triangular head of the anaconda, Shaw, who had not appeared for a long time, stood upright.

He was wearing a black and purple hunting suit, and the hem was gently lifted by the lake breeze.

After a long period of operation and the last war that disrupted the world, Shaw's prestige in Britain was even more unmatched.

The 20,000 wizards in the audience immediately shouted.

Shaw did not speak, just stood quietly on the anaconda and watched until everyone cheered enough, then announced.

"The second competition of the championship officially begins!"