The Magic Throne at Hogwarts

Now Xiao Er has a good opinion of Dobby.

In the original book, the other party's sacrifice is very sharp, and it is indeed admirable to be able to make people cry.

But if you want Xiao Er to save the other party, that's embarrassing, it can't be done.

After all, the position is different now.

Malfoy is destined to be his subordinate, isn't that subordinate's subordinate also his own subordinate?

Is that subordinate who has been longing for freedom and wants to leave, still a good subordinate?

Must be trained.

Lucius followed Shaw's gaze suspiciously, but found nothing.

Xiao Er pointed out after returning to his senses.

"Okay, let Keleche teach Dobby well later."

Lucius didn't hear anything else, and nodded his thanks.

Draco suddenly mentioned something.

"Chief, have you received Harry's gift? He is really rich. He gave me the latest broomstick, the Nimbus 2001."

Lucius glanced at Draco dissatisfied, the situation is different now.

The position of the Malfoy family is no longer suitable to be friends with Harry, the old savior who killed the Dark Lord and made him dormant for ten years. After all, Harry is not Shaw.

Xiao Er looked at the father and son strangely, and after a little thought, he understood, and said something that made Lucius question.

"Well, I got it, Harry is a nice guy, and I even gave him a very precious Christmas present."

When Lucius heard this, he was indeed a little confused, and he couldn't turn his head around for a moment.

Draco said excitedly.

"Is it as amazing as the little movie player you gave me? Muggles are so amazing that they can make a video machine that keeps moving."

At this moment, Dobby, the little elf who had just disappeared in a flash, rushed in.

"Master, master, Cantanclus Knott is outside the manor and wants to come in."

Lucius recovered from his thoughts, why did Old Nott come here at this time?

Could it be that the alchemy materials have been collected?

He smiled apologetically at Xiao Er, then got up and greeted him.

With the resurgence of the situation, Lucius racked his brains on the relationships and intimacy of various characters, and if he made a wrong judgment, it might be a catastrophe.

The attitude of the "new savior" Shaw towards the old savior Harry, and the attitude of the Dark Lord towards the crazy old Nott.

It made Lucius think so much that he wanted to explode on the spot.

Narcissa immediately took over the task of entertaining Shaw, and chatted with him about some family affairs, and mentioned the past with Regulus back then.

Xiao Er narrowed his eyes slightly, talking to Narcissa absent-mindedly.

Old Nott, there is a way to heaven, don't you go, I haven't found the door yet.

After a while, the old Nott with a sinister temperament walked in under the leadership of Lucius.

Seeing Shaw in the first seat, Old Nott was startled, then turned around and glared at Lucius fiercely.

"Lucius, what do you mean?"

Lucius really didn't want to talk to this ignorant lunatic, but he explained perfunctorily.

"Mr. Black and my family are cousins. It's reasonable to spend Christmas together."

Old Nott said darkly.

"Do you know what you're talking about? Don't be afraid of the Lord, hum, I hope you know the consequences."

Lucius was not guilty.

"I know what I'm doing. Let me tell you what you are going to do when you come to my house at this time. You are still mysterious outside."

Old Nott was very dissatisfied, and a trace of madness flashed in his eyes.

He secretly squeezed the magic wand in the sleeve robe, thinking about whether to turn around and kill Shaw, so as to claim credit for the Dark Lord.

But whether he was crazy or stupid, he weighed it up and gave up.

Turning around, he walked towards Malfoy's study in a familiar manner.

"Come with me, I have very important information to tell you."

Lucius was even more dissatisfied, but before he figured out the attitude of the Dark Lord, he had better bear with it. Old Nott would bring himself to perish sooner or later.

Just as the two of them were walking towards the study, there was a sudden cold stop.

"stop!"

Lucius and Old Notch turned around, and saw Shaw standing up from his seat with a cold face.

The purple kite also sensed the emotion of its master, kicked its claws, flew up from the bird stand, hovered over the hall, and made a clanging sound.

"cracking!"

The atmosphere in the room was tense instantly.

Chapter 108 Punishment

Seeing Shaw's unkind behavior, Lucius asked hesitantly.

"Mr. Black, what's the matter?"

Old Nott's face became ugly and he said impatiently.

"Boy of the Black family, what? Are you looking for trouble?"

Xiao Er stepped forward slowly, intending to incriminate him.

"You just stared at me, I'm very upset, please apologize to me."

"Tick!"

This is the sound of sweat dripping from Lucius' forehead on the ground.

What is Shaw doing?

Old Nott's expression was distorted, as if he had been greatly humiliated, he took out his wand and shouted at the cold-faced Shaw.

"Arrogant boy!"

"Avada Kedavra!"

Old Nott is also a master who doesn't talk too much. He has three unforgivable curses at first glance, and he is a habitual offender at first glance.

With a calm expression, Xiao Er raised his palm forward with one hand, and a diamond-shaped shield as black as ink suddenly appeared in front of him.

It is the Necromancer Shield.

This kind of magic shield is constructed by absorbing the dead air in the air and the residual energy of the soul. It is Voldemort's usual defensive spell.

It is especially useful on the battlefield of killing. After gathering a large number of undead, it can easily block the death curse.

Of course, this spell was not exclusive to Voldemort.

"Oh!"

The life-threatening green light hit the Necromancer Shield, only splashing a little magical aura.

Xiao Er couldn't help shaking his head. Old Nott's strength can only be said to be average. It is estimated that if he hits a legend like Old Bee, he may not be able to break through the magic layer, and it will only make his nose bleed.

Not waiting for the old Nott who was facing him to be surprised that the defensive spell used by Shaw was black magic.

Xiao Er lightly hooked his other hand, casting spells silently and without a stick.

Level [-] Water Prison Technique Appears!

You don't need a wand to beat a weakling like Old Knott.

Around Old Nott, four thigh-thick blue anacondas glowing with lightning suddenly condensed, and they entangled towards the target without any explanation.

Old Nott still has some combat experience, and while retreating, he chanted a spell and erected a shield.

"Armor guard..."

"cracking!"

But at this moment, the purple electric kite hovering in the sky disappeared instantly with a flick of its purple wings, and appeared behind Old Nott at a speed invisible to the naked eye.

A forked purple lightning bolt shot from its mouth, and it struck Old Knott in the back immediately.

"Oh!"

Old Nott only felt a strong force coming from his back, and he was directly knocked out when his whole body was paralyzed.

Immediately after hitting the ground, there was a burning smell of burning meat from the tip of the nose.

After the back numbness disappeared, a sharp pain came instantly, and the painful old Nott rolled on the ground, his facial features distorted and howled miserably.

"Ah! Ah! It hurts, it hurts!"

Xiao Er was stunned for a while, watching Ziying hovering proudly in the sky, asking him for credit.

He smiled and removed the anaconda and necromantic shield casually.

I wanted to punish the other party for venting my anger on the loyal Theo, but I didn't expect that Old Nott was really useless, and he couldn't beat a bird.

Xiao Er stepped forward and looked at the miserable appearance of Old Nott, his back was blown to pieces, it was scorched black and bloody.

He touched his nose, feeling too embarrassed to continue punishing him.

Lucius secretly brushed the cold sweat off his head. He remembered that his son seemed to have said that Old Nott's son had a very good relationship with Shaw. Now why?

"Mr. Black, what are you? Want to kill him?"

Shaw didn't care.

"If you don't like it, just shoot. As for whether to kill or not, it depends on your mood."

Lucius' pupils shrank violently. This freewheeling attitude is so fucking familiar.