Hogwarts' Wizarding Throne

After dinner, Shaw continued to review the first-grade textbooks. If he wanted to stop being bullied, he had to improve his strength. It was a simple truth.

After crossing, his memory was also very good. He could not say that he had a photographic memory, but at least he could remember the general idea after reading it once or twice.

When he was in the bookstore before, he bought the textbooks of "Standard Spells" from grades one to seven, and prepared to learn them in advance.

After reading the first-grade textbooks, Shaw found a problem. The theory and practice are completely different things.

For example, the petrification spell, the spell was recited clearly, and the hand gestures were also very standard, but after practicing for an hour or so, it had no effect at all. In the end, the white mouse used for the experiment was blown up by his thunder element magic.

Shaw looked at the bloody white mouse in silence for a long time.

"Is it because my talent for white magic is too low? I can't study black magic now."

"Although I have learned the killing curse, I have never dared to try it, fearing that my mind would be infected by negative emotions."

Shor was not discouraged. He recalled the plot of the movie he had watched before. When Miss Know-it-all taught Ron, she needed to chant the spell in a rhythmic way, and in some places, she needed to prolong the tone.

"It seems that learning spells by yourself is still a bit difficult."

Shor was a little unwilling to give up. After putting down the book, he went to the basement, where there was the library of the Black family.

He had taken a rough look before. It was worthy of being a family collection that had been passed down for thousands of years. There were many various books in it, and there were all kinds of books on black and white magic.

I found a few general spell books with handwritten annotations on the bookshelf, which should be more instructive than textbooks like whiteboards.

I also found a few books about thunder and lightning. Even though the Black family had a rich collection of books, Shaw had to flip through them for a long time before finding these books.

It seems that there are very few lightning wizards in this world, and I don't know why.

Shaw walked back with the book in his arms, and accidentally saw a book called "Deciphering the Cutting-edge Black Magic".

He had an idea. In addition to the MAX talent for lightning, he could also experiment with his Azkaban black magic talent to see if he could skip the drawbacks of non-standard spells.

He found a chair to sit down and read it carefully.

He skipped many obscure contents and turned directly to the part introducing spells to learn the first black magic.

Ten minutes later, Shaw casually waved his wand and chanted a spell.

"Corrosive Mist!"

Instantly, a sizzling green mist swelled from the tip of the wand, burning the bookshelf next to him with dense pits.

Shaw saw this and quickly cut off the magic output.

"Fuck, as expected, this black magic talent is very Azkaban!"

Shaw was very tempted for a while, but after thinking about it seriously, he felt it was unnecessary.

It is better not to commit suicide in the current environment, but it is still necessary to choose a few black magics to master for self-defense.

If the fight really comes to a dead end, the killing curse can also be used.

After screening for a long time in "Advanced Black Magic Decryption", I chose a spell called "Transfiguration Torture" and "Blade Throat", plus the "Corrosion Mist" just now.

It is enough.

After carefully pondering for an hour, Xiao Er got up and went to the spell practice room next door, ready to practice spells, and began to chant spells to a puppet.

"Transfiguration Torture!"

"Blade Throat!"

Xiao Er watched the puppet being twisted by the joints first, and then beheaded directly.

Looking at the three black magics in the system that have reached the first level, he couldn't help shaking his head.

"Tsk, your talent for black magic is too strong."

Shor thought that his strongest talent was actually his affinity with lightning, so he decided not to put the cart before the horse. He stopped experimenting with black magic and started looking through some books about lightning.

After reading the books, Shaw was at a loss. There were actually no lightning spells in these books, and the only weather spell was a thunderstorm that was naturally generated by stirring up water vapor to condense clouds.

"Isn't this a waste of my talent? Do you want me to create my own lightning spell?"

But Shaw was still a rookie in the magic world, and his understanding of magic was quite shallow. It was good enough to use the ready-made spells smoothly, not to mention creating his own magic. He didn't want to blow himself up.

Luna's mother Pandora was experimenting with new spells and ended up blowing herself up.

Shaw sighed a little, and it turned out that there was no such thing as a smooth sailing.

At this moment, Kreche's figure teleported and appeared.

"Master, the Malfoy family sent an owl to invite you to attend the family dinner at Malfoy Manor tomorrow."

Shor was stunned for a moment, then sneered.

"Oh, interesting."

He took the invitation from Kreche and looked at it. Judging from the signature, it was written by Narcissa.

The words in the letter were still very sincere, mainly inviting him to visit Malfoy Manor, and the letter also mentionedHe said that his uncle and aunt had not fulfilled their responsibilities as elders, and that he had been wandering outside for many years, but the words contained some meanings of inquiring about his life experience.

In addition, he said that his little cousin Draco admired him very much, and asked Shaw to take care of each other after he entered Hogwarts.

After reading the letter, there was no mention of family property in it. Shaw shook his head and put the letter away. Regardless of whether Narcissa really wanted to renew her family relationship with him, he would not be so stupid as to visit the Malfoy family when he was weak. This was simply gambling with his life on the sincerity of others.

And it was not because he valued money and ignored the relationship with relatives that he was dissatisfied with the other party.

In fact, Shaw had enough money to spend now. What he really valued was the influence brought by controlling those economic industries.

Influence is sometimes equivalent to power.

"Master, do you want a reply?"

"Go ahead and tell them that I'm going to study in seclusion, I don't have time to go out, and I refuse to see guests."

Kreche was stunned for a moment, then said eagerly.

"Miss Narcissa is the daughter of the Black family, your cousin, and Black and Malfoy have been allies for generations..."

Shor waved his hand impatiently.

"Do as I say!"

"Yes, Master."

After Kreche left, Shaw took the old wand that he had been using before, which was left by an unknown Black ancestor.

He continued to practice spells. In addition to practicing a few black spells, he also practiced the Killing Curse, the Birds Flock and the Ironclad Charm.

He didn't want to learn too much, and planned to master these spells before school started. There were both attack and defense, disturbance and control, which were enough.

Especially the flocks of birds, which Shaw played with in a variety of ways, perfectly replicating all the operations of the previous poker magic show, with a more explosive and spectacular effect. The birds flew slowly in the house like a sky full of stars.

Just as Shaw was practicing spells hard, Draco looked eagerly at the letter in his father's hand in Malfoy Manor.

"Dad, how is it?"

Lucius Malfoy's face was gloomy and he didn't say anything, but the etiquette stick was squeezed by him and creaked. Narcissa took the reply and looked at it, and couldn't help sighing.

"Alas, Shaw seems to blame me, his aunt, very much."

"Mom, Shaw won't come to my house as a guest?"

Narcissa rubbed Draco's hair.

"Well, your cousin should study hard at home."

Draco opened his mouth wide.

"This, this, Shaw is already very powerful, he can cast spells without a sound or a wand, why is he still working so hard?"

Lucius and Narcissa's eyes twitched, in fact, both of them were a little unconvinced that an eleven-year-old child had such a high level of spellcasting.

But Draco's swearing look, and Hagrid and the undead boy also witnessed it, so the couple had to believe it.

It seems that Shaw, the Black heir who popped out of nowhere, is indeed a top genius.

Lucius thought about it and realized that some things cannot be done to the extreme. The Malfoy family is best at speculation, so he said to Draco.

"Shore is so strong and so hardworking, you have to work harder, and you have to build a good relationship with Shaw after you go to school."

Draco nodded hurriedly.

"I know, I know, only by following the strong can you become strong."

"Okay, it's getting late, you should rest."

After Draco went down, Narcissa stammered.

"How about those properties..."

Lucius interrupted abruptly.

"Narcissa, not now, hey, Sissi, your last name is Malfoy now."

Narcissa's expression was a little gloomy. She naturally knew which way to turn her arm. She wanted to ask Shaw to come home to talk and save some face, but she didn't expect Shaw to be so defensive.

Lucius saw that his wife was a little sad, and his expression eased.

"Let's see, even if I am willing to let go, there are still a lot of people in the Pure Blood Society who will hinder it. If Shaw swallows his anger, it's fine. If he has other ideas, this will affect everyone's cake, unless he can become a super strong man!"

Narcissa's expression was also a little complicated.

"Pure Blood Society, hey, I will write a letter to persuade the child to be more obedient first."