Hogwarts' Wizarding Throne

In front of the temple gate.

Shaw transformed into a soft bed and placed the confused Theodore steadily on it.

He stretched out his finger and touched his forehead, and carefully explored with his mind.

He found that in addition to the boiling and rapid growth of magic power in Theodore's body, his soul was also abnormally chaotic, as if it was stirred by some energy.

Shaw frowned slightly and slowly retracted his fingers, feeling that the situation was a bit tricky.

He looked back at the situation on Tom's side.

Tom stood in the air riding the black fog, and the large-scale magic spells emitted by the bone-handled magic wand suppressed dozens of elite Aurors in all directions.

In the diffuse black fog, various magic spells flashed, and countless snake-shaped chains crisscrossed.

Muffled groans continued to sound, and bound figures were thrown out one after another.

Especially the old witch Laura, who was bruised and swollen from the fall. Although she was very miserable, she still stared at Tom with unconvinced eyes.

The group of cloaked men were still watching the excitement from the outside. When they saw Shaw's glance, they all bowed to Shaw, showing great respect.

Shaw narrowed his eyes and nodded politely to the group of cloaked men.

He was 100% sure that these were old Fly's men.

But he was a little confused again.

Those old Death Eaters were rescued by old Fly at the instruction of old Nott, but now Voldemort is mixed up with the group with tattoos.

This relationship is quite complicated.

Sure enough, in the adult world, there are no eternal friends and enemies.

The old witch Lola on the ground was tied up like a dumpling, and she said in a hoarse voice.

"Shaugh, quickly order your subordinates to let me go! Do you want to be hostile to the International Wizarding Association? Dumbledore will not let you go."

Seeing that the old witch ignored him, Tom's expression became a little gloomy, and he pointed his bone-handled wand unceremoniously.

"Heart-piercing!"

"Ah! Ah!"

The old witch immediately screamed like a pig being slaughtered.

Shor didn't care about Tom's teaching, just don't kill anyone.

He turned around and continued to look at Theodore, whose facial features were gradually distorted, thinking about how to treat him.

He actually had an idea in his mind.

Theodore's current situation was actually fueled by the dark power of faith, which fueled his soul's desire to become stronger.

It looked good, but it would definitely make Theodore, who was already crazy, fall into darkness completely.

If Theodore's soul will was not firm, he would become like the irrational Momoran, who only knew how to kill.

Shaw didn't know how to deal with this situation, so he could only try his best.

After a slight hesitation, he waved his hand, and a scale of golden faith power was injected into Theodore's body.

This positive attribute of faith power mixed with his chaotic soul, and also offset the dark faith.

Shaw sighed.

He could only do so much, and after that, it all depended on Theodore's luck.

He floated the bed to the side and cast a net shield to protect him.

Then he looked into the temple.

Shaw pondered for a few seconds, and a layer of purple light lingered all over his body, and he stepped in.

Hollow footsteps sounded in the dark hall.

"Da, da, da."

A dazzling orange-red light lit up at the tip of the magic wand, but the light could not shine far, and it was swallowed by the darkness less than four or five meters away.

Shaw looked around and found that the front hall was very empty. Under the dark screaming dome, there was no extra arrangement except for the thick pillars.

The dark magic in the air collided with the purple light on his body, creating circles of magic ripples.

The soles of his feet stepped on the black crystal-like floor, and triggered some kind of extremely vicious and powerful curse.

Fortunately, with Shaw's mastery and control over the curses, these curses in the front hall can't hurt him for the time being.

He stretched out his hand and took a strand of the curse, wanting to study its properties.

Suddenly, he felt that his body couldn't help but want to turn into a viper, and a trace of solemnity flashed in his eyes.

"Sure enough, the blood curse is really a deliberate design."

He continued to patrol the front hall, but did not find a new entrance. The thick walls of black crystal were all around, tightly closed.

Shaw turned the magic wand into a thunder sword, and slashed the black crystal wall a few times, only scratching a few small dents, almost unscathed.

He couldn't help but sigh.

"Sure enough, we can't force an attack!"

"Boom!"

At this moment, suddenly a cave slowly opened from the black crystal crack in the center of the front hall. The diameter of the cave looked no more than ten inches, very narrow.

Shaw went forward to check, and the desire to transform became stronger, and there was a very tempting sense of summoning coming from the cave.

Not only that, the curse power in the hall has further strengthened, and Shaw has to do his best to defend against it.Guard, ready to use the trump card at any time.

He suddenly thought of something else, how did Ms. Grey sacrifice the faith in the Ravenclaw crown after coming here a thousand years ago?

It seems that I must have a good chat with Ms. Grey later.

Resisting the desire to transform and the sense of summons, he explored the temple again. There was indeed no other entrance except the cave for the viper to pass through.

Putting others in his own shoes, Shaw felt that if he set up the temple for himself, it would definitely not work to demolish it by force. Not to mention setting the self-destruct mode, there would definitely be a fierce counterattack.

Shaw didn't have time to waste with Helpo, whose life and death were unknown, so he had to give up and figure out the situation here at once.

After weighing it, he decisively turned around and walked out of the temple.

When he came outside, Tom had taken the lead again and was discussing something with the group of goblin curse breakers who ran back.

The Aurors of the International Wizarding Association were also untied, and the old witch Laura disappeared. It was estimated that she went to make a report.

Shaw waved his hand to call Theodore from the electric net shield to his side, and then walked towards Tom.

"Tom, the situation inside is strange, and it is indeed not advisable to force your way in. You should be careful later. I will go back first. Call me if there is any new situation."

Tom stopped instructing the goblin, looked back at Shaw and the confused Theodore, and nodded inexplicably.

"Okay."

Shore was already used to Tom's sullen state when facing him, and smiled and walked out.

When passing by the very embarrassed international Auror, he smiled apologetically to them and took out some healing potions from his ring to express his gratitude.

He didn't mean to say more nonsense, and continued to walk out.

The cloaked man on the periphery also had no intention of talking, but automatically made way for a passage.

Shaw paused for a moment, wanting to find out the details, but seeing their attitude, he gave up this plan.

As a leader, you have to pretend to be confused when you need to be confused about some things, but you can't be really confused.

After walking out of the anti-apparition range, he immediately felt some prying eyes from all around.

Want to be a jackal? Wishful thinking!

Shaw didn't do much, turned around to look at the temple ruins again, and then Apparated away with Theodore.