Hogwarts' Wizarding Throne

Shaw's determination made Dumbledore feel bitter in his mouth, and he took out a handful of candies and put them in his mouth again.

Harry covered Sirius with a blanket and stood up with some entanglement.

"Principal, this can't be blamed on the chief. It is indeed Sirius. Alas, I will beg the chief more in the future."

Dumbledore waved his hand.

"I know, I know everything. Okay, take Sirius to the school hospital to recuperate.

By the way, don't leave the campus easily in the future."

Harry didn't think about the cause of the attack until now.

"Principal, why did those people arrest me?"

Dumbledore's eyes flashed with hesitation, and finally stuffed all the candies in his hand to Harry.

"I'll tell you when the right opportunity comes.

Moody, accompany Harry to send Sirius to the school hospital. Sirius is no longer suitable for the warrior training. You can do a part-time job and teach Harry."

A trace of anger flashed in Harry's eyes. What annoyed him most was the Riddler. He was the person involved, but he knew nothing.

…….

Shaw walked out slowly from the spiral staircase of the gargoyles.

His calm expression immediately became a little complicated, and he did not regret his decision just now.

If he were an ordinary person, facing such an extreme relative, he would at most die without any contact.

But as a leader, being too ruthless and being affectionate both have great disadvantages.

Being too ruthless, he would directly make up his mind to press Sirius to death, and it would be really hard to do it.

This is seriously inconsistent with his kind personality, which will scare his subordinates.

And being too affectionate, after being accused for no reason several times, he still looked smug and didn't care.

This is the same as being a saint and being weak and vulnerable.

So his only choice now is to ignore it.

Shaw stood on the eighth floor for a while, took out the main poker and hesitated.

He sent a message to Hermione, asking her to speed up the investigation of the little wizard's disappearance.

He planned to use this message to detonate the hatred of the Ministry of Magic of various countries against the Twin Snakes at the International Wizarding Conference.

After sending the message, he put away the poker and did not contact anyone else.

He had been missing for many days, so he had to go and see the reaction of "some people" in person.

He casually cast a disillusionment spell on himself, went downstairs and walked all the way out of the school.

He went back to the old house first, and then learned from Kreche that Theodore had never come back.

However, after listening to Kreche's description and Lupin's words at the opening banquet before, Shaw knew that Theodore's strength had greatly increased, so he was not worried about Theodore's safety, but he was worried about his change of character.

He took out the poker and sent a message to the other party first.

The other party replied very quickly, with concise and powerful words.

"Chief, my original intention remains unchanged. I will destroy all enemies for you in the dark! I will be your sharpest sword of judgment.

Don't worry."

Shor was stunned for a moment, not knowing what to think, but chose to believe, without looking into what Theodore was doing.

He sighed and put away the poker.

Half an hour later.

His figure appeared in Hogsmeade.

Looking around, Hogsmeade has changed a lot now.

For a moment, Shaw felt a sense of accomplishment in his heart.

In the past, there were old wooden houses and run-down shops here, scattered on several small roads, and the flow of people was only a little bit lively during the weekends when the little wizards came.

Now, the spacious cross road is paved with black stone floors that are as smooth as new.

On both sides of the street, there are large shops that are well planned, with marble facades, simple and elegant.

Behind the shops, there are clusters of residential areas, which are very pleasing to the eye.

The architectural style of the residential buildings is modern Victorian style, with multi-colored brickwork and white painted woodwork.

Now, the streets are relatively deserted. Except for some original residents who have moved back, other wizards have not officially moved in.

According to the plan given by Shaw, in addition to shops and Hogsmeade original residents.

British wizards must first report to the Ministry of Magic, and will officially move in after the end of the Five Power Tournament.

British wizards are free.

In the distance, Alice is leading a group of Ministry of Magic officials to do the final review.

Shaw just took a look from a distance, did not go up, turned around and teleported away.

Alice felt something, looked back, was puzzled, and then continued to work seriously.

Wingo Castle.

Shaw's figure appeared on the green grass in front of the castle, and first looked around the status of the wizards training here invisibly.

Now that some professional Aurors have joined and there are more top-level instructors, the results are good.

The team training here alone has good coordination and strict discipline.

Shaw was still very satisfied.

Then he shot a unique magical aura in one direction.

Wingo also teleported quickly, and after seeing the more majestic Shaw, he knelt on one knee with joy.

"My lord, you are finally back."

Shaw waved his hand and used magic to help him up, saying lightly.

"I have been in seclusion for a few days. There has been no problem in Britain recently."

"My lord, there was nothing serious before, but half an hour ago, there was a vicious attack in Diagon Alley, and I have been following up.

By the way, the laying of anti-apparition restrictions in Diagon Alley has been opposed by some people, who say that this violates the freedom rights in the civil law, so..."

Shaw's expression flashed a ripple, and he knew who was making trouble, and he snorted coldly.

"Humph, there is no such thing as absolute freedom, enforce it by force, and whoever objects, let him come and tell me.

Well, I will give you another task, to expand the British armed forces, without limit."

Wingo was stunned.

The current British armed wizards are actually overflowing.

In addition to more than a hundred Aurors and fifty or sixty strikers, the original Pentagram Operations Department still has two hundred.

That's three or four hundred people, and after a period of training, they have been officially divided into wizard police and wizard army.

It's enough to maintain public order.

Even more exaggerated.

As the welfare benefits and social status of the wizard police and wizard army have increased dramatically, more ordinary wizards are applying for registration.

But the armed budget of the Ministry of Magic is originally to skin the old pure blood, which may cause a backlash at any time.

Now Shaw is going to expand the army.

Wengo heard a hint of iron blood.

He hesitated, but still asked.

"My lord, is the war going to break out?"

Shaw did not answer directly.

"Maybe, it's better to be prepared. By the way, don't consider the budget. There will be more sources of funds in the future. You can just ask Lucius for reimbursement."

"Yes."

Wengo nodded in understanding, and slowly tasted Shaw's intention.

The alchemy assembly line is about to produce results. Large-scale dumping of goods in the future is a kind of profit plunder.

Interest disputes are always bloody.

Then armed escort is necessary.

Shaw turned around and prepared to leave to continue his secret visit. Wengo suddenly thought of something and immediately added.

"Sir, another lord is temporarily living here. Do you want to meet him?"

Shorton stopped and asked in confusion.

"Tom is here with you?"

"Yes, sir."

Shor nodded and walked quickly to the back of the castle.

Wengo did not follow him, but Apparated away and went to the Ministry of Magic.