Hogwarts' Wizarding Throne

Shaw was thinking about the reason why Dumbledore suddenly became radical.

The general reason should be the group of tattooed wizards, who were suspected to be members of the Twin Snakes.

The means used in this temple incident really hurt the principles of Dumbledore, a white wizard.

No matter how powerful Helbo is, he is still a person after all.

And those who do whatever it takes are a huge secret organization.

According to some intelligence Shaw received.

The various scattered wizards who went to Albania this time were instigated by some pure-blood organizations.

Judging from this incident, there is no need to think too much, the Twin Snakes and some pure-blood organizations are still connected.

Shaw looked up at the old bee, thinking about Grindelwald's attitude towards this matter.

He was called here in a hurry and didn't have time to contact Tom.

The British Ministry of Magic didn't have time to report to him.

There must be news coming from the surrogate mother Vita Rozier waiting to be received.

Dumbledore, who was behind the desk, finished eating a handful of cockroaches, and his expression was slightly relaxed. Then he said with a smile.

"Why? Shaw, it's rare for an old man like me to be like this. This matter will benefit you more, but you hesitate?"

Shor shook his head and stood up solemnly.

"Principal, you misunderstood. I will strongly support the resolution to hold an international conference in Hogsmeade this time.

It will definitely let other countries see a different British style.

I think the current world situation has become turbulent with the sudden incident in Albania.

In order to achieve that great goal smoothly and steadily, we really need to work together to gain the greatest voice together!"

Shor's affirmative answer made the old bee very satisfied, but Shaw changed the subject and asked again.

"Headmaster, I'm asking something I shouldn't ask. Given the current situation, will you allow the Witch Party to come out again?

As far as I know, Grindelwald and his Witch Party should have a common enemy with us!"

Dumbledore was stunned for a moment, then frowned deeply, and the age spots on his face became a little darker.

Shor did not urge him.

From his position, Helbo was like a time bomb, not knowing whether he was alive or dead, and not knowing his purpose.

To break the Statute of Secrecy and let witches and wizards prosper together, it is necessary to control the right to dominate the world.

And the Twin Snakes are his biggest enemy.

Not to mention those messy things, just based on his current height, he must make long-term considerations.

Although ordinary wizards are unaware of it, the passive exposure of the magic world is already an imminent matter.

Dumbledore was still thinking, when the door was suddenly knocked open.

Moody used the levitation spell to bring in the half-dead, tattered Sirius, and Harry followed anxiously.

"Dumbledore, as you expected, Voldemort did target Harry. Fortunately, I arrived in time."

"Principal, headmaster, please save Sirius. It's all my fault, those people..."

Dumbledore stood up and strode around the desk, checking Sirius's injuries while comforting Harry.

"Child, don't worry, I will, I will."

Shor stood aside, his expression was calm, and he was unmoved by Harry's request for help and nagging.

When he teleported from Ravenclaw before and heard Dumbledore's explanation to Moody.

He basically knew what it was.

Whether it was the original book or now, Voldemort has been coveting Harry's blood for a long time.

Old Voldemort, like the old bee, still firmly believed in the prophecy.

The only thing Shaw didn't expect was that the other party would act so quickly and so blatantly.

Dumbledore cast a spell to treat him for a while, but Sirius's injuries were too serious. Not only were the external injuries serious, but all kinds of black magic also damaged his foundation.

If it were an ordinary person, he would have died long ago.

The old bee could only save his life temporarily, and he was bound to be physically disabled and his magic power would decline in the future.

Dumbledore stood up and wanted to summon Snape to come over, but then gave up.

Snape now would not listen to him 100%, let alone treat someone who had a long-standing grudge.

He turned around and asked Shaw.

"Shor, do you have a way to completely treat Sirius?

He was seriously infected by the black magic. Either he needs a prosthesis like Moody, or his magic power declines to become an ordinary disabled person!"

"What? How could it be so serious!"

Harry was shocked when he heard this.

He immediately understood that the headmaster could not completely cure the godfather, and quickly looked at the "omnipotent" chief with hope.

"Chief, you must have a way, right?"

Shaw said indifferently.

"I think Sirius is in good condition now. After his injury healed, he didn't rely on others to cause trouble. He is safe and sound.If you stay as an ordinary person, you might live longer. "

Moody said viciously.

"Boy, save people quickly if you can. Don't you claim to be a good person? Why do you hesitate when it comes to your own uncle?"

Harry stepped forward and grabbed Shaw's arm, begging.

"Chief, I know you don't like Sirius, but, but he is related to you by blood after all."

Shor remained unmoved.

"I can save a beggar casually and get a thank you.

But if I try my best to save your godfather, it will only bring resentment. Maybe Sirius will say that I have ulterior motives and have some conspiracy against him. "

Harry's mouth twitched, and he couldn't find the words to refute.

Because Sirius could really do such a thing.

I don't know if it was a coincidence, but Sirius on the stretcher suddenly woke up and said weakly.

"I would rather die than be saved by Shaw, Principal, I just, I just ask you to take good care of Harry..."

After he finished speaking intermittently, he fell into a coma again.

Shor shrugged, as if it was just as expected.

Harry couldn't help but open his mouth and was in a daze for several seconds, then he leaned over to check on Sirius.

Moody was also a little speechless for a while.

Dumbledore was also very troubled watching from the side, and turned his head to continue asking.

"Shor, from what you said, do you really have a way to cure Sirius?"

Shor couldn't deny it.

"Maybe, after all, I have broken the dark magic such as the blood curse, but some people are not worth my investment of too much experience, Principal, let's continue to discuss the International Wizarding Conference. "

Dumbledore sighed.

"No matter how stubborn and reckless Sirius is, he is still your uncle after all."

Shor narrowed his eyes and brushed off the non-existent dust on his shoulders.

As if brushing away some emotions, he sighed to Dumbledore.

"Headmaster, love is not a one-sided effort, it needs to be reciprocated.

Since you don't want to talk about business now, let's talk about it another day. I also need to go back to understand the situation first."

After saying that, he turned around and walked out without hesitation, and soon disappeared in the spiral staircase.