The Magic Throne at Hogwarts

Chapter 50 The Twisted Draco

Xiao Er looked at the old bee who was being limped by him, secretly proud of himself.

He ignored Dumbledore, who was in deep thought, and packed up the tea sets, then got up and came to the portrait of Phileas.

Seeing Phileas, who was blowing his beard and staring, he kept pointing at his mouth, motioning for Shaw to release him from the spell.

Xiao Er smiled, but did not follow suit. The other party said it was just a painting.

The mouth is notoriously smelly.

If you really want to solve it, it is estimated that it will hurt your head. Xiaoer really doesn't want to perform a grand filial piety in front of Dumbledore.

"Great-grandfather, hello, great-grandfather, goodbye."

Phileas: "...."

After saying hello, it is estimated that Dumbledore will have to think about how to treat himself for a long time, but Shaw is too lazy to accompany him and walks out directly.

As soon as he went out, Dumbledore's voice came out again.

"Does the other Horcruxes have clues?"

Xiao Er walked without looking back, and said lightly.

"Soon, I can probably prepare a satisfying Christmas surprise for the principal."

After leaving the headmaster's room, Shaw strolled in the corridor. He just said that he gave Dumbledore a Christmas surprise, but he didn't mean the Ravenclaw crown.

He hasn't studied the crown yet, so naturally he won't let it go.

And the so-called surprise is really a surprise, that is to tell Lao Deng directly that Harry is a Horcrux!

Judging from previous life movies and original works.

Before the third grade, Dumbledore only thought that there was a connection between Harry and Voldemort, because that night, before Voldemort died, he transferred part of his mana to Harry.

In the end, it was Harvo and the two who communicated in the dream, which allowed Dumbledore to confirm the fact of Harry's Horcrux.

Well now.

Old Dengtou, there is a surprise for Christmas.

Xiao Er didn't go back to the abandoned classroom, it would be good to have tools to use. Then he took out a notebook and read it on a balcony near the window on the eighth floor.

The breeze is blowing slowly, it is time to read.

The notebook is exactly Voldemort's experience in using the Fiercefire Curse.

The book is very good. It explains the Fiendish Curse in simple terms, and points out that the curse contains the essence of the curse.

Voldemort also talked about a self-created outline called "Snake Art", which is a profound compound spell.

After Xiao Erguang read these explanations and notes, even if he didn't try to practice once, the Fiendfyre Curse is already at level 2 in the system notation.

It can be seen that Voldemort still has great potential as a professor.

What is speechless is that later on how to overcome the restriction of the anti-curse "all curses end" and the use of the upgraded version of Fierce Fire, and even explained the content of "Life Snake Art" in detail.

Voldemort and Cave are gone, gone!

Shaw was naturally pissed off at first, but he also vowed not to beg Calvin Goul Voldemort if he was killed.

Hmph, he can find the "super talkative" Grindelwald. (Understand deduction 1)

The blue gas stove is also very fragrant, the effect is super gorgeous, the power is super powerful, and it can also identify traitors.

In the morning, Xiao Er looked at the notebook several times over and over again, absorbing everything he could absorb.

I also carefully recorded the puzzles, so that I can find fans to explain their doubts later, and gradually fooled into the magic of gas stoves.

The sun gradually came directly above, and suddenly, Xiao Er saw a silvery-white transparent shadow flashing away in his peripheral vision.

Looks like Mrs Gray.

He quickly put away his notebook and quickly chased after it.

But at the corner, Mrs. Gray disappeared into a wall and disappeared.

"Hey, female Ah Piao's wall penetration technique is simply a bug."

Shaw was a little annoyed when he failed to find anyone, but he could only go back to the Slytherin lounge resentfully.

In the common room, I saw many little snakes who had come back, some were studying by themselves, and some were practicing disarming spells in the newly opened spell training room next to them.

Even those purebloods who refused to accept him were not lazy, although they knew that these people were still unwilling to give up secretly, as if they were still doing some tricks.

However, Shaw is quite satisfied with the overall atmosphere.

As he walked through the lounge with his hands behind his back, the little snakes automatically stood up and saluted him respectfully.

He also nodded one by one, and paid attention to the names of a few little snakes worshiped by Lulu.

Back in the dormitory, just as he was about to summon Kreche to bring him something to eat, he saw Draco sitting on the bed with a lost face.

Goyle and Crabbe just met in the spell training room.

Shaw brought a chair and sat down in front of the dazed Draco.

"Tell me, what are you struggling with, you look very bad."

Draco also came back to his senses at this moment, facing Shaw who was close at hand, he was a little embarrassed.

He didn't even dare to look at Xiao Er's deep eyes, and turned his head to mutter.

"It's nothing, maybe I didn't sleep well last night."

Shaw snorted coldly.

"Look at me, Draco, you have been said to be my best friend and follower before and after, but why do I see confusion in your eyes?"

Draco lowered his head in shame, all the platinum hair drooped, and the innate arrogance disappeared.

"I'm sorry, Shaw, I, I."

Xiao Er couldn't help but shook his head in disappointment. This poor kid was too twisted, so he interrupted directly.

"Did your smooth father put pressure on you?"

Draco nodded, his voice hoarse.

"Yes, my father said that I have learned badly and forgot the glory and philosophy of the Malfoy family. He also said that he would send me to Durmstrang next year, away from you, a pure-blood, a pure-blood traitor."

Doubt flashed in Xiao Er's eyes, Lucius shouldn't be acting like this, shouldn't he bet on both ends?

A possibility came to mind.

"Did other elite pure-blood wizards also receive similar letters from home?"

Draco still nodded.

"Well, basically there are."

Shaw suddenly realized that Lucius was just following the trend.

Shaw stretched out his wand, picked up Draco's pointed chin with the tip of the wand, and looked into Draco's eyes and questioned.

"Heh~ Then what are you hesitating about? Can't you resist the arrangement of your parents? Or don't you have confidence in me?"

Draco's body trembled, feeling that Shaw was terrifying at this moment, his eyes were so cold that he was almost addicted.

He was frightened and quickly expressed his thoughts in one breath.

"I, I'm not entangled, and I don't want to transfer schools, I just blame, blame myself for not being as determined as Theodore."

Speaking of this, Draco looked quite distorted and annoyed, knocked off the wand on his chin, and roared with a crying sound.

"When Theodore saw old Nott's letter, he burned the letter directly, and said disdainfully that even if the family did not support him to go to school, he would follow you for food, but for me, I hesitated for a long time before deciding not to go to school." Listen to my father, I, I only blame myself for not having the courage, I look down on myself!"

Xiao Er put away his wand, and his cold expression only eased a bit.

Said gently to Draco who was teary.

"Draco, people's personalities are different. Your Malfoy family has never produced a stalwart, and you don't have to compete with Theodore. Your role is different from his. Well, don't think about it anyway. "

Shoal originally wanted to talk about the advantages of the Malfoy family, but he really couldn't think of it, and then he didn't say anything more.

He didn't feel like eating, so he patted Draco on the shoulder, then got up and walked out again, the plan seemed to be accelerated.

Then start with the Forbidden Forest and continue to strengthen your own strength.

Before leaving the door, Xiao Er pondered for a while, and it was not fun at all when Brother Yan was decadent.

So he turned to comfort Draco.

"Don't worry about it, just be yourself, everything will be better after Christmas."

Chapter 51 Hach Tracking

Harry stole the limelight in the abandoned classroom today. Among the little wizards under the third grade, his Disarming Charm can be said to be the best.

So Harry now has a little understanding of what Shaw said, strength is everything, and he has even more desire to become stronger.

Without Ron, Harry is obviously different, so sometimes the choice of circle of friends is really important.

After the spell instruction, he didn't even want to go to the Quidditch training at 4 pm, he just wanted to continue to find a place to practice the Disarming Charm.

Harry has a small wish, which is to be one of the ten first to reach level 4 Disarming Curse.

He didn't plan any surprise gifts, but just wanted Xiao Er, who was like a big brother, to pay more attention to himself.

In addition to the role model, there may be some special emotional sustenance found in Shaw.

So Harry and Hermione had lunch, and went to find a corner by the Black Lake to practice spells together.

"Harry, the progress of your disarming spell is really too fast, but why the progress of other spells is average."

"Maybe as Shaw explained, I am more compatible with the Disarming Curse."

"Hey, so I fit that curse?"

"Ask Xiao Er when you have time, he must know."

The two were talking, even though Harry was wearing glasses, his eyes were still very good, and he saw a figure heading towards the Forbidden Forest in the distance.

"Hermione, it's Shaw!"