Hogwarts' Wizarding Throne

Seeing the scene, McGonagall took a breath of cold air and almost exploded.

After learning the general situation from the gloomy Snape, his face became even uglier.

He was both shocked and scared.

McGonagall and Flitwick went forward to check on Quirrell's body, which had shriveled up and was no longer in human form.

Professor Sprout hurried to check if the little wizards were injured, but was immediately pulled by the little wizards who were like chicken blood and talked all kinds of nonsense.

"Professor, you don't know, Vice Dean Shaw was really amazing just now."

"Professor, wuwu, I was scared, but fortunately the chief was here..."

"Professor, ..."

These little wizards were just short of turning Shaw into Merlin.

Dean Badger College looked helpless, and did not reply, patiently pulling over the little wizards one by one to check.

Next to Quirrell's body.

McGonagall was mentally prepared, but she didn't expect things to take a sudden turn for the worse, and then turn around.

Flitwick had a complicated feeling. Quirrell was his proud student, such a smart person.

Unexpectedly, he surrendered to the Dark Lord and lurked in Hogwarts, threatening the safety of the young wizards at all times.

Now he is dead. I heard that he could not say a last word until his death. I don't know whether he was coerced or voluntarily.

Flitwick was both pitiful and scared, and said indignantly.

"Is the mysterious man crazy? He dared to do it in Hogwarts. The headmaster would not, uh, the headmaster is not here."

Then he patted his chest again.

"Ah, fortunately, fortunately Shaw blocked it."

McGonagall pursed her lips, stood up, and transformed into a coffin to bury Quirrell's body and head.

Professor Sprout was relieved when he made sure that no one was injured.

Then he ordered the prefects to take the students back to their respective lounges, and took a few eloquent students with Snape to the headmaster's office.

She had to inform the headmaster to come back quickly and stop hanging out outside, and she also had to inform the Ministry of Magic.

After they left, how could the excited students go back to the lounge?

Under Alice's hosting, many chairs were moved in and placed around the big pit, and the two easy-to-talk deans were invited to start the Halloween dinner again.

Oh, and a lot of small animals that were not used were sent to the kitchen as ingredients.

After a while, the table was full of rich food and game again.

The students ate the food and excitedly told loudly about what they had just seen, and those "outsiders" were even more proud of it.

Shaw's admirers grew exponentially.

However, seven or eight pure-blooded little snakes slipped back to the dormitory trembling after their dreams were shattered, ready to immediately report what had just happened to their families.

….

That night, when Nurmengard and Dumbledore were having a drink with Grindelwald, they suddenly received an urgent message from Fengwei.

Under Grindelwald's surprised gaze, Dumbledore hurriedly called Fawkes without explaining anything, and disappeared in the firelight.

Grindelwald was stunned for a moment, looking at the empty seat opposite and the table full of unfinished food, his expression gradually became gloomy.

"Come here, go check what happened in Hogwarts!"

…….

That night, British Minister of Magic Fudge Connelly was enjoying dinner with his family at home, and suddenly received a letter from his subordinates.

Fudge smiled, thinking it was a holiday congratulatory letter from one of his subordinates to flatter him, and felt that his prestige in the Ministry of Magic was getting higher and higher.

But when he opened the letter, he just glanced at it for a few times and his face changed drastically. His fat body fell directly from the chair to the ground, and he started to talk nonsense.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

"Voldemort is dead, yes, dead, dead!"

"Is someone trying to overthrow my power?"

"Dumbledore, ah yes, I'm going to find Dumbledore and tell him someone wants to harm me!"

Fudge had just taken office as Minister not long ago, and his power was not stable, so he was still very attentive to Dumbledore.

He got up, and in the surprised eyes of his family, he ran to the fireplace without even putting on his favorite hat.

In a burst of firelight, he disappeared.

…….

That night, the Ministry of Magic, which had been quiet, became noisy again. All the Aurors were recalled to work overtime. Fudge took a dozen Aurors and went to Hogwarts with peace of mind.

And the most terrified were not Fudge, but those pure-blood families.

After receiving letters from their children, these families almost thought that the end of the world had come, and then began to contact each other in a panic to confirm the news.

Lucius was also having dinner with Narcissa. Even though there were only two of them, the table was still full of delicious food.

Narcissa mentioned Draco from time to time.

"Xiaolong is really something. Now he dares to say that the food I cook can only be ranked 99th, and he said that Chinese food is the best in the world."

LuciusAfter hearing this, his expression was quite gentle, and he was about to scold his son with his wife.

A flame suddenly rose in the fireplace, and then an old human face projection appeared on the flame.

The human face said quickly and urgently.

"Lucius, come to the Pureblood headquarters quickly. The Dark Lord appeared in Hogwarts and was defeated by Shaw. Only his remaining soul escaped. Now we need to discuss how to treat Shaw!"

After the human face finished speaking, it disappeared without waiting for Lucius's reaction. It was probably to inform other families.

Lucius and Narcissa opened their mouths wide, and the silver forks in their hands fell into the dinner plates. This information was really terrifying.

But then he thought that other families had received the news, and only his family needed someone to convey it.

Could it be that something happened to Draco?

The two stood up at the same time in shock.

"Is Xiaolong okay?"

"Draco!"

Lucius is the head of the family after all, and he has seen a lot of storms. Although the matter of the Dark Lord makes him palpitate, he said after thinking quickly.

"The Dark Lord is dead again. I didn't expect Shaw to improve so quickly. I will go to the meeting first. You write a letter to Hogwarts to ask about Draco's safety, and then go to Hogsmeade to wait nearby. If there is any news, use the two-way mirror to notify me."

Narcissa slowly calmed down and hesitated.

"Then will you support Shaw when you attend the meeting later? He has grown up. Why don't we..."

Lucius looked inexplicable.

"As the head of the Malfoy family, my responsibility is to keep the Malfoy family name forever."

After saying this irrelevant question, Lucius adjusted his luxurious robes and walked towards the fireplace with a ceremonial stick.

Narcissa sighed secretly, and didn't say anything else. She quickly got up to write a letter.

Today's Halloween gave the entire British magic world a terrifying surprise.

The news also slowly spread, and all kinds of connections began. Positive and negative, black and white, all gathered together to discuss the matter of the Dark Lord and Shaw.

The reporter of the Daily Prophet also rushed to Hogwarts. Tomorrow's headline must be a news that can cause a magnitude 10 earthquake.

The center of the incident, the Hogwarts Hall was still bustling, but after a while, a large group of owls suddenly flew outside.

This was not the time for owls to deliver letters, but Vice Principal McGonagall could not suppress it and had to relax this restriction.

After seeing the letter, the students excitedly started to write back on the back of the letter paper, naturally all kinds of exaggerated and boastful.

In the school hospital, Shaw quietly watched Madam Pomfrey apply medicine to the reluctant Theodore.

He himself was wrapped like a dumpling lying on the bed.

Just at the last moment, Voldemort tried his best to kill Shaw before escaping.

Shaw naturally couldn't be unscathed.

As for the outside world, he had expected it, but he didn't care much about it.

Thinking about the follow-up plan, I guess those pure-bloods are now like monkeys with their butts on fire, jumping up and down in fear.

Shaw couldn't help but curl up a curve at the corner of his mouth.

Let these people panic for a while, and then deal with them in a month or so.

Well, use Voldemort's identity.

Just as Shaw was thinking, a senior student ran into the infirmary, breathless.

"Xiao, Chief, the principal, the principal is looking for you, the password is Yuqian Longjing."