Hogwarts' Wizarding Throne

Draco has been targeting Theodore recently, intentionally or unintentionally. Seeing that he had left, he wanted to talk to Shaw about how he could help Harry.

"Shor, I thought about it all night last night and felt..."

But Shaw had already stood up and said to the embarrassed Draco.

"Just do it if you want to. Have some ideas. I'm not your father. You don't need to ask me everything."

After that, he went to the basement. He hadn't had friendly exchanges with Snape for several days, and his ability to hurt people has weakened recently.

He came to the potion office with familiarity and pushed the door open.

Without waiting for Snape, who was processing potion materials, to mock him for being impolite, Shaw spoke first.

"Harry will be beaten tonight. Will the dean go to see it?"

Snape's words were choked in his throat. After taking a breath, he said coldly.

"Childish tricks only pollute my eyes."

Shor came to Snape's side and watched him skillfully handle an unknown blue potion material. His knife skills were quite impressive.

"You can't say that. Harry is very strong now. If you don't go, I will let him fight on equal terms and let him shine."

Snape's hand trembled and cut the material in his hand into pieces. He said without any emotion.

"Second row of containers, take it yourself, and then, get out!"

Shor smiled knowingly, just like teasing Draco, it was also fun to tease Snape from time to time.

Turned around to get the potion from the container, and chatted with him.

"Dean, are the Chinese dishes I asked the elves to send you every day delicious?"

Snape smacked his lips, not knowing whether it was aftertaste or something, and then he continued to sarcastically.

"Humph, the taste is not as good as the potion I prepared, and you still have the face to show off."

Shor didn't care about Snape's various ridicules. The two were used to fighting.

However, Snape's words suddenly inspired Shaw, and he muttered.

"Cooking is really similar to making potions, maybe..."

Snape seemed to be greatly insulted and glared at Shaw.

"Shut your mouth, don't use cooking, a job that even trolls can do, to taint the noble making of potions."

Shaw smiled gently and did not refute, but took a few more bottles of energy potions.

He has been staying up late lately, and it's all thanks to this thing.

Before going out, Shaw thought of something and came to Snape again, taking a box of pastries from the ring and putting it on the workbench.

"Dean, this is the chamomile pastry I asked the elves to make using the Chinese cooking method. Remember to try it."

Shaw walked out without waiting for Snape, who was shaking, to react.

After coming back to his senses, Snape slowly opened the lid of the box with trembling hands, looking at the nine white chrysanthemum-shaped pastries inside.

He took out a piece of cake from it, put it between his nose and sniffed it, it was a familiar fragrance.

He hesitated to put it into his mouth and took a small bite. The sweetness instantly filled his mouth, and Snape slowly closed his empty eyes.

His thoughts seemed to go back to that year and that month, when he first met Lily, and she happily showed him the first magic: flowers in the palm of his hand.

Chamomile is as pure and beautiful as Lily.

A tear slowly slid down from the corner of Snape's eyes. At this moment, he was happy.

While Shaw and Snape were interacting, a big thing happened in the Ravenclaw Tower!

At this moment, the little eagles gathered in front of the door knocker and were all dumbfounded. They were fine in the morning, but now they couldn't go back to the dormitory.

Door knocker: A tree is 20 meters high. The snail under the tree climbs up three meters during the day and falls one meter at night. How many days does it take to reach the top of the tree?

Little eagles: ……. . .

Door knocker: There are ten birds on the tree. Use a spell to knock one down. How many birds are there on the tree?

Little Eagle n+1: "Nine!"

Door knocker: Wrong answer.

Little Eagle n+1: "Could it be eight? Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

Door knocker: Wrong answer.

Little Eagle n+2: "Let me take over. According to the rules, we should change the question."

Door knocker: 13 people are playing hide-and-seek. 3 people are caught in three places. There are still a few missing.

Little Eagle n+2 counted on his fingers, and felt that his fingers were not enough, so he borrowed a hand from his friend.

After getting the answer, he said confidently: "4."

Door knocker: Wrong answer.

Wizards in the magic world have never been sensitive to numbers. Banks are all managed by goblins. Even young wizards from the Muggle world are not sensitive to mathematics.

Here's a joke. In the early years, the UK didn't have the multiplication formula. They used the line method to calculate multiplication. Even Cambridge professors couldn't calculate addition, subtraction, multiplication and division properly. This shows how worrying the math level of ordinary people is.

The door knocker just gave a few math problems with a little trap, and it stopped a group of young eagles.

Even if the senior students who had learned arithmetic divination squeezed in and said they could answerFor the relatively simple question just now.

But the door knocker immediately changed to a question about chickens and rabbits in the same cage, and the senior eagle immediately became speechless.

One by one, the eagles were knocked out, and soon all of them were wiped out.

Even when Hermione came, she still couldn't answer it.

All the eagles were very depressed. They didn't expect that there was knowledge in the world that they had not touched upon. They really didn't deserve the name of the Wisdom Academy.

Some eagles have already asked the dean, hoping that the dean can order the crazy door knocker to stop making weird things.

How nice it would be to ask riddles that had multiple answers in the past, such as "Is love sweet or bitter?", "What is invisible when in use, but always appears when idle", etc.

As long as the students make sense, they can enter the door, instead of this kind of math problem that requires a clear answer!

After Flitwick came, he communicated with the door knocker, but after a long while, Flitwick still couldn't beat the stubborn door knocker.

The knocker argued: This is a new knowledge, infinitely profound. I also felt its sweetness when I first started. As a Ravenclaw who is greedy for knowledge, how can I not understand it?

Flitwick had no choice but to try a delaying tactic.

"Mr. Knocker, I will definitely let the students learn these related knowledge in the future. Can you let them enter the lounge first today?"

Knocker: No, this is my principle! Even if the headmaster comes, I won't open the door!

Flitwick's idea of ​​inviting the headmaster was immediately shattered. His little head hurt. He couldn't let his students sleep in the corridor tonight.

At this time, Hermione said weakly.

"Dean, why don't you ask Shaw to try? He grew up in the Muggle world and should know these math problems. As long as he gets one right, everyone can enter the door."

Flitwick turned his head and asked in confusion.

"Hermione, are you so confident in Shaw?"

A trace of struggle flashed in Hermione's eyes, and then she nodded.

"Shore always has a way, and we have no better choice."

Flitwick thought so too. Shore is indeed a magical boy who can manage Slytherin and Gryffindor so well.

If he didn't know what kind of urinary eagles in his own academy are, they are also very well behaved.

He rejected Shore's punishment method from the bottom of his heart, which made him recall many bad memories.

Otherwise, he really wanted to imitate Minerva. Who doesn't want students to make further progress?

By the way, Shore is strictly speaking his colleague.

Flitwick smiled at Hermione.

"Go to Slytherin and invite Shore."