The Magic Throne at Hogwarts

———The Dividing Line of Evil———

"small theater"

Xiao Er was wearing a moonlight nightgown, meditating in the dormitory, with an air of immortality.

Draco ran in in a panic, and fell on the end of Shaw's bed.

Draco looked up at Shaw and said anxiously.

"It's not good, Shaw, Slytherin lost a lot of points for some reason. Yesterday they had 900 points, but today they deducted 170 points."

Xiao Er narrowed his eyes slightly, but he was not flustered. He reached out to stroke Draco's messy platinum hair, and said gently.

"Don't worry, maybe a little snake was caught by Professor McGonagall or Filch."

Draco's emotions were slowly calmed down, but he still felt unwilling.

"But the college points are the result of your rectification of the school spirit, and I am not willing to lose it like this."

As Draco said, he immediately got up and said excitedly.

"I'm going to gather the Slytherin throne members, and I will work harder next time."

Not long after Draco went out, Shaw heard a sound of boiling in the lounge.

"The throne belongs, follow me to compete for five-star glory! Let the college score break nine again!"

(Ahem, those who understand the small theater make a big noise.)

Chapter 43 Punishing the Heart

When Shaw rectified the Gryffindor style of study, Professor McGonagall, the dean of the Lion House, was talking to Dumbledore in the principal's office.

McGonagall's expression remained unchanged, watching Dumbledore keep playing with a pair of woolen socks, with a look of disbelief.

After she came in, she asked several questions, but the other party seemed not to hear, so Mag had no choice but to go forward and tap on the table.

"Boom boom boom!"

Dumbledore looked up suspiciously.

"Ah, it's Minerva, what can I do for you?"

Mag's stern face almost couldn't be maintained. Is the other party trying to punish him?

She pressed her anger and pursed her lips before asking again.

"Albus, what have you been up to lately? I've been looking for you a few times and you're not in the office. I've left all the school affairs to me alone. How can you be so at ease."

Dumbledore put down the wool socks with great care, which he carefully selected after visiting several shops.

He had been hesitant to send it to Gellert just now, whether it would be too early, after all, it was not too cold.

Dumbledore looked at McGonagall who was about to go crazy, and smiled warmly.

"Minerva, you are the one who decides about the school."

Mag couldn't help but touch his forehead, it's always like this!

"The matter I'm talking to you this time is about asking Shaw Black to help me clean up the style of study at Gryffindor College. You weren't there before, so I have already authorized Shaw, but I have no idea, so I'm here now. Ask your leisurely, wise, great Headmaster."

Dumbledore's blue eyes blinked slightly, he didn't ask why McGonagall suddenly had such an idea, and said directly after a little thought.

"There will be some turmoil in the magic world in the next few years. It is a good way to let Shaw improve the self-protection strength of those little wizards."

Mag quickly extracted the keywords and asked anxiously.

"Unrest? Albus, what does that mean?"

Dumbledore naturally believed in McGonagall, and explained slightly with a sigh.

"Well, Tom is back, maybe at Hogwarts."

Mag couldn't help being anxious.

"How dare You-Know-Who! Albus, have you found him? Why didn't you expel him?"

"I can't find it. I just deduced from the clues that Tom should have come to Hogwarts."

Dumbledore subconsciously glanced at the wool socks while speaking, and then said.

"And I may have to go out often recently, so I agree in principle with Shaw improving the strength of the little wizards."

Mag only felt heartache, liver pain, head pain, and really wanted to become a cat to stretch his body.

After talking to Dumbledore about a few more school matters, she left in a hurry. She felt that Shaw could be given more rights.

After all, there is a devil lurking in the school, which is unimaginable, and precautions must be strengthened.

After Dumbledore waited for Professor McGonagall to leave, he pondered for a while, and he naturally knew about the movement made by Shaw.

But things are prioritized, Lao Fu's lurking on campus can't be the first priority, and Harry's crookedness can't be taken into account either.

Dumbledore pondered for a while, took a glass of Lemon Sherbet from the table and took a sip.

"It's delicious, well, it seems that it's time for Xiao Er to come over and taste the dessert I bought. A good person should like sweets."

Phileas Black in the portrait of the headmaster on the wall, blowing his mustache.

"Albus, you should have let my best and best great-grandson come over to communicate, you are all so talented in Transfiguration."

Dumbledore ignored him, and continued to think about how to appease Geller.

So Phileas continued to beep.

"Ah, life is really impermanent. I didn't expect my Black family to have the possibility of a legend being born."

"Hehehe, after all, it is my credit for leading the family well."

………….

Gryffindor common room.

"Ding, an evil soul was detected."

"Ding, it is detected that the evil soul is slightly entangled with the host soul, is it absorbed?"

Xiao Er was stunned, and asked secretly if he would hurt Harry, and he couldn't help sighing secretly after getting an affirmative answer.

He took his hand away from Harry's head and looked at the thin Harry, who was already miserable and Sirius' godson.

Although I don't really like to see Sirius as a self-righteous brat, but after all, there is affection.

Feeling the warm hands on top of his head leave, Harry was slightly disappointed.

He suddenly thought of something, and hurriedly whispered.

"Shor, Hermione and I found a three-headed dog in the restricted area on the fourth floor, and we also found a man in black watching, but we couldn't see who it was, but I think it was Snape."

Shaw frowned slightly, he didn't want Harry to continue to mix in the main plot, which might disrupt his arrangement.

"I know about this matter, and I will deal with it. Don't inquire about it in the future."

"Why? I also know what is guarding under the three-headed dog. It is the treasure that Hagrid brought out from Gringotts. I can help you watch..."

Shaw looked at Harry with an eager look on his face, alas, it's always hard to say good things.

Then he could only speak harshly, and interrupted him with a wave of his hand.

"Harry! There is an old man next door to my house who lived to be 108 years old. Do you know why?"

Harry had question marks all over his head.

"Huh? Why?"

Xiao Er said coldly with a straight face.

"Because he never cares about his own business, and never does anything beyond his ability. I just taught more than two dozen reckless people a lesson. Don't tell me you are too?"

Harry's face was pale, and he was a little unconvinced, but he couldn't say anything to refute.

After all, he was still too weak, he squeezed his fist and nodded.

"I, I know, I will work hard to become stronger."

"If you want to become stronger, you must first discipline yourself and learn etiquette."

After Harry left with Neville disappointed, Alice came over and reported.

"Chief, I have already assigned tasks to them."

"Well, well done."

Xiao Er saw that the field was now divided into nine groups of people, forming nine small circles, with a little snake in the middle simply teaching the little lions to walk, sit, lie down.

Of course, many lion cubs are absent-minded.

Xiao Er didn't think he could change the behavior of the lion cubs all at once.

Little snakes can do it, because they have the foundation.

Xiao Er had nothing to do, so he reached out and summoned a chair to sit down.

He leaned against the back of the chair, tilted his feet, and played with the wand "Guobeng" in his hand, looking a little lazy, but elegant.

Alice naturally came to stand behind the chair. She carried a cane behind her back with one hand and lightly placed one hand in front of her belly, looking respectful and elegant.

"Chief, many students recently asked me how to get the sequence poker you bestowed."

Shaw smiled, took out a Duke of Hearts card from the ring, and let it float in front of him. This sequence was for Gryffindor.

There are many meanings and derivations of the four suits of poker, but here, Xiaoer naturally has to define himself.

Slytherin, black heart of spades, cold and shrewd.

Gryffindor, heart blood, brave and resolute.

Ravenclaw, the fragrance of plum blossoms, knowledgeable foresight.

Hufflepuff, square and square, loyal and fearless.

"A deck of poker only has 52 cards except for the king. The adult wizards outside must also be under investigation, so if it is the turn of a young wizard, it must be the elite of the elite."

"So, Alice, have you observed any useful talents? It doesn't just refer to combat power, not just Slytherin."