Hogwarts' Wizarding Throne

When I walked out of the door, I saw a brand new corridor with clean cashmere carpets on the floor, the wall lamps on the wall were shining, and the smell of corruption that I smelled before was gone.

All the way down to the living room, it was even more tidy, and the old furniture was still shining with tung oil. Although the main color was still black, a classical and noble atmosphere came to my face.

I didn’t expect that in just one night, Kleche made the old house look brand new. He is worthy of being a hardworking and loyal house elf.

After Shaw sat down at the dining table, he looked at the hot breakfast served with silverware and couldn’t help but praise it.

"Kleche, you did a great job."

Kleche couldn’t help crying with joy when he heard this simple compliment.

"Woo, Kleche has heard the noble Black praise again. I hope that after Kleche dies, the young master can chop off Kleche's head and hang it on the wall."

Shortly had just taken a bite of the sausage, and when he heard Kleche's second half of the sentence, he almost felt sick and said quickly.

"Shut up!"

Then he felt that he had received a quality education of five lectures and four beauties, and did not have the condescending mentality of a real aristocrat, and he might even get a little third-level faith value from Kleche, so he continued to order.

"Kleche, you sit down and eat too, don't punish yourself, no matter now or in the future, I'm ordering you!"

Kleche was embarrassed in place. After a while, under Shor's unfriendly eyes, he sat on the chair with half his buttocks, took the toast pushed by Shor with trembling hands, and couldn't help but want to hit himself after taking a bite.

Shor gave him a fierce look and started eating by himself. The taste was neither good nor bad.

After eating British food for two years, those who know know that this country has no soil for delicious food.

Now that I have settled down, I still have to consider my stomach.

After eating a meal that was not sure whether it was breakfast or lunch, Shaw finally remembered the business. Instead of rushing out to Gringotts, he asked Kleche.

"Before my father died, did he ask you to keep a pendant?"

Kleche's eyes were evasive, but under Shaw's repeated questioning and orders, he was finally willing to find a pendant with the letter S engraved on it.

"I see your desire, let go of your mind, I will teach you powerful magic."

"Power, status, wealth, beauty, whatever you want, I can give you."

"Child, I see your heart and desires. You are an ambitious person who likes to be admired and supported by thousands of people. Accept me, and all of this will be yours."

Holding the pendant, Shaw's eyes were a little dull, and the expression on his face gradually became greedy and fanatical.

But the next moment, his pupils regained clarity, and Shaw muttered as he looked at the locket in his hand.

"Huh, Voldemort's Horcrux is really a bit weird. After releasing the brain blockage, I was actually moved. So I am still a mortal after all."

Kreche, who was nervous next to him, wanted to hit his head on the ground again after seeing that the young master was fine. He almost hurt the young master.

Shaw immediately stopped him as if he had known it in advance, and once again stated that he should not punish himself at will.

He ignored Kreche's muttering about being too kind, and he considered how to deal with this Horcrux.

"Ding, detecting an evil soul, please ask if you want to filter and absorb it?"

Shaw, who was worried that he didn't know the Fiendish Fire Curse and didn't have the fangs of the Basilisk, was stunned. The system also had this function, and he chose to absorb it without hesitation.

It's better for Voldemort's Horcrux to die early.

"Ding, start absorbing."

Then the locket in his hand suddenly roared sharply, and large groups of black fog poured out. Shaw felt a cold and evil feeling in his heart.

He seemed to see a pale snake face without a nose like a double plug emerging from the depths of the black fog.

The next moment, the black fog quickly dissipated, obviously absorbed by the system, and the whispers that had been bewitching the locket before were gone.

Shaw immediately couldn't wait to open the system to see what was different from before.

Compared with before, there were indeed some more things.

The magic power increased by 10 scales, reaching 40 scales.

Water element affinity talent level 1.

Avada Kedavra curse level 2.

Parseltongue level 1.

Shaw was not surprised to learn the Kedavra curse and Parseltongue, which was expected, but the extra water element talent made him a little curious.

Previously, his full value lightning element talent came from the system gift package, which allowed him to cast spells with lightning attributes, and now the water element talent can actually be taken from Voldemort.

At this moment, his understanding of magic is basically zero, but he knows that elemental talent is a good thing.There is a bonus for spells similar to those of the Department of Mechanics.

If I specialize in lightning spells, it is estimated that the power is very powerful.

And the representatives of the four colleges of Hogwarts are not just four animals, but also water, fire, wind and earth. This is evident.

"Hehe, it seems that collecting Horcruxes should be put on the agenda, and the water element talent must be put on the agenda."

Kreche next to him asked shyly.

"Young Master, can't you destroy this evil locket? Woohoo, Kreche is useless, damn it, can't fulfill Master Regulus's last wish."

Shor waved his hand to shut Kreche up.

"Okay, don't be sad, I have destroyed the evil existence in the locket, and you have fulfilled my father's last wish."

Kreche, with snot and tears on his face, raised his ugly face in disbelief.

"Really? That's great. The young master is as noble and excellent as the young master."

Shor waited for Kreche to be happy for a while, and then told him that no matter who asked about it in the future, he must say that Regulus destroyed the locket, which would make his cheap father more heroic.

Then Shaw casually strolled around the old house. It was really big, and there were many places that had not been cleaned up, which made Kreche blame himself again.

Shaw was not surprised, and told him to clean up a few places first, such as his father's room, study, underground library and spell practice room.

Others can be cleaned up slowly.

In the afternoon.

Kreche took Shaw to the door of the Leaky Cauldron. Because the Muggle shielding spell was cast here, ordinary people on the roadside turned a blind eye to the shabby and narrow wooden door.

Shaw had to buy a lot of things today. Although the items in his house were all antiques and were kept very clean by Kreche, Shaw didn't like Black's dark decoration style and was ready to make a big change.

So he had to go to Gringotts to get the money first.

When he pushed open the door of the Leaky Cauldron, a strange smell mixed with various smells rushed straight to his head, and noisy voices came with it.

The small and crowded bar was dimly lit, the walls were mottled, and wizards of all kinds sat around a few rotten wooden tables, drinking butter beer and chatting casually.

A hunchbacked bald old man was obviously the owner of the bar, and he smiled at everyone.

As Shaw entered the door, some people who noticed him were startled, wondering why they had never seen this exquisite boy before.

But no one said anything, after all, those who could travel with house elves were all pure-blood families.

Tom, the bar owner, knew Kreche, after all, Kreche also had to eat, and he would go in and out of the Leaky Cauldron once a year or two.

So when Tom saw Kreche following a man respectfully, he seemed to have guessed the identity of the black-haired boy.

Shaw and the others couldn't stand the strange smell here, and quickly crossed the crowd to the entrance of Diagon Alley. After he left, someone said to Tom.

"Old Tom, I think you know the black-haired boy from before? Whose pure-blooded young master is this? How dare he come to Diagon Alley alone."

Old Tom laughed.

"It is indeed a young master of a pure-blood family. He should be a new student of Hogwarts this year, and this person has a particularly noble bloodline. Hehe, some people who took advantage of him in the past will be unlucky."

Others continued to ask, but Old Tom kept silent, only saying that everyone would know soon.