Hogwarts' Wizarding Throne

There is a separate lounge in the Ministry of Magic underground in London.

When Tom received Shaw's message, he was working in this elegantly decorated residence.

He sat upright on a carved wooden chair, and not far away knelt an old and decadent wizard, who was a pure-blood patriarch who betrayed Voldemort and returned to Britain.

Tom glanced at the content of the message and did not go to Italy immediately, but continued calmly.

"Old Parkinson, I am a pragmatic person. If you want wealth and glory, you can't just say a few words of loyalty.

Now I give you a task, find out the whereabouts of Voldemort!"

"Ah, sir, I, I really can't do it,"

Old Parkinson's eyes were horrified, and he almost died of fright.

He finally returned to Britain. Although he lived an extremely tight life, it was impossible for him to run back to the tiger's mouth to die.

Tom didn't give the other party a chance to refute. He stood up and walked out, and only heard a domineering word.

"If you just want to be an ordinary person, I won't make it difficult for you, but now that you have found me, you have to do what I say.

Otherwise, the extermination of the Selwyn family will be the fate of the Perkins!"

Old Perkins collapsed on the ground and trembled constantly.

Selwyn was one of the people who rebelled against Voldemort with him before.

But some time ago, all the old and young in this family died, and even the little Selwyn who had not yet graduated was not spared!

But the investigation team of the Ministry of Magic only gave a conclusion that Voldemort had retaliated and left it unresolved.

Now, Old Perkins knew that the real murderer was the one who just went out.

This is too cruel!

I just want to eat a rich meal in peace, why is it so difficult.

Old Perkins was terrified for a while, and quickly got up. His only way now is to find Lucius.

Tom came to the outside world, and then Apparated to a mountain top.

This is the only way to the floating island of Asgard.

Tom stood with his hands behind his back, his silver star-patterned robe fluttering in the mountain breeze. He looked up at the night sky, and a bright moon was immediately reflected in his gloomy eyes.

He reached out and took out two lockets from his arms, one real and one fake Slytherin lockets.

He rubbed the real one for a while, then put it back in his arms, and then rubbed the fake one again.

The bright moon reflected in his eyes began to fragment and change between the two hazy figures.

After a while, Tom held the locket tightly, and his eyes became more far-reaching.

"Here it comes."

Above the sea of ​​clouds, the giant floating island of Asgard broke through the thick clouds with unparalleled momentum and flew towards the English Highlands.

Tom on the top of the mountain, after witnessing the floating island leave, did not stay for long, turned around and flew towards Italy.

He felt that this trip would not go smoothly, so he wanted to come over and take a look at Asgard from afar.

Of course, only Tom knew what he really wanted to see.

. . . .

Hogwarts.

On the green Quidditch field.

Even though it was dark at this moment, the most elite Quidditch players from the four colleges were still training day and night, and their hard work was no less than those warriors.

Brooms were flying over the field, and various formations were making precise advances under the harassment of the students who came to help.

Cedric, as a temporary instructor, had already finished the more arduous training of catching the Golden Snitch, and was now constantly giving orders loudly.

"Group A changes its formation, changes to the Eagle Head Formation! Katie, you are slow again!"

"Qiu Zhang, don't be afraid of collision, be brave!"

"George, if you are distracted like this, I will apply to disqualify you from the game!"

. . .

As the end of the semester approaches, not only does it mean that the third competition of the championship is coming, but it also means that the World Quidditch Cup trials in the summer vacation are about to begin.

As members of this year's British national team, these players selected from the young wizards of Hogwarts are under great pressure.

They don't care about the championship at all now. After finishing the homework assigned by the professor every day, they focus on the court. Sometimes there are people training here in the middle of the night.

Not to mention, the potential of young wizards sometimes needs to be pushed to burst out infinite possibilities.

These young and immature players have already competed with the original national team before. Although they still lost, they have been able to compete for a while and no longer dispersed after a rush.

Of course, the original British national team is indeed a bit weak. Those professional players were still protesting everywhere before, but now they have nothing to say.

Don't forget that Hogwarts still has its biggest trump card to play.

In the stands of the stadium, Harry and Draco looked at the classmates who were training on brooms in the sky with envy.

In fact, they are also qualified to be selected into the national team, but theirAs a warrior, he was exhausted from doing nothing, so he naturally didn't have the energy to devote himself to Quidditch training every day.

He could only come and take a look occasionally to satisfy his craving.

Harry was even more envious of Cedric and Qiu Zhang flying together in the sky, and he wished he could take their place.

Because Cedric was driving the Firebolt towards Qiu Zhang, who fell due to the collision, and hugged his girlfriend who was not panicked.

Draco looked at his good friend from the side, curled his lips, and said with a bit of sourness.

"If it weren't for the World Cup, the full sponsorship of the chief and the school, how could these people afford such an expensive broom like the Firebolt."

Harry didn't listen at all, and Draco was a little speechless, reaching out and gently pushing him.

"Harry, they are very loving and sweet, you'd better not think about it, it's also immoral, let's go, it's almost time, we should go to the dean's training class."

Harry was a little reluctant, but he still stood up and walked out of the court with Draco. If he went too late, the old bat's venomous tongue would make him more uncomfortable.

The two walked towards the castle, and seeing that Harry was still absent-minded, Draco found a topic.

"Your godfather still doesn't accept treatment?"

Harry's attention was diverted, and he took out the one-time treatment poker from his arms and sighed.

"Yes, Sirius still doesn't accept it."

Harry then continued with a little joy.

"But last weekend Sirius took me to his brother's cemetery and choked for a long time in front of Regulus' tombstone. I feel that he should not be as persistent as before,"

Draco didn't really care about this, but he also gave his blessings sincerely.

"I hope he can really change and worry less about the kind chief."

Harry nodded awkwardly, not wanting to discuss this topic any further, and then asked his good friend.

"Draco, your father has been in Ilvermorny for a week, what is he doing there? When will he be back?"

When asked this, Draco was in a trance and became absent-minded.