Hogwarts' Wizarding Throne

In the study, Shaw sat on the sofa, brewing tea leisurely.

"Alchemy and medicine making have reached the level of sixth and seventh graders. We can build assembly lines at any time to mass-produce high-end potions.

As for top potions, it will not be possible to break through the technical barriers in a short time. We can look forward to the Institute of Science and Technology and Magic."

Snape quickly reported and stood by the window waiting. He should have something private to say to Shaw.

Wingo did not follow and went back to the Ministry of Magic to expand the army.

Lucius did not dare to look down at Shaw, so he had to report with his back half bent in front of the coffee table.

"My Lord, ..."

"My Lord, there is no problem with the source of troops for the expansion of the army. The enthusiasm of ordinary wizards in Britain to sign up for the wizard police and wizard army has always been very high.

My Lord, the budget was originally a problem. With the return of Lord Gaunt, the attitude of the pure bloods immediately changed. However, the mysterious man seems to have returned to Britain, and the attitude of some old pure bloods has become ambiguous again, ..."

After hearing this, Shaw did not care. He waved his hand and sent a cup of white jade hot tea to Lucius and Snape in the air.

Snape took it calmly. Lucius' body trembled and stretched out his hand to take it nervously, obviously feeling guilty.

Shaw took a sip of the teacup and looked at Lucius with amusement.

The other party was guilty, probably because Voldemort had contacted him.

That is, Tom returned, otherwise, I don't know how many pure bloods in Britain would secretly turn against him.

Shaw did not doubt that Lucius would betray, not to mention that Draco was still in Hogwarts.

When he has the upper hand, unless he is stupid, Malfoy will know to make the most correct choice.

"It doesn't matter, those people will soon be really honest, continue to report."

Lucius secretly breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Shaw had no intention of pursuing the matter.

"Yes, sir.

The personnel monitoring Gringotts reported that Rosdorf and Bella both tried to enter Gringotts to take out the wealth in the vault of Lestrange, but they were scared away outside Gringotts."

Shor did not comment on this matter.

He was thinking about whether to directly "nationalize" Gringotts in the UK.

The back-up of the "supermarket", various card-opening preferential activities, are enough to establish a financial system exclusively for British wizards.

It is easy to attack Gringotts, and substitutes are also ready.

The only fear is that it will cause a backlash and economic sanctions from Gringotts in other countries.

Shaw was a little hesitant, but he had to get the gold cup immediately.

Lucius stayed in the study room of the small building for an hour and explained the recent affairs of the Ministry of Magic.

"Well done, take this spell note and go find Barty Crouch. There will be a lot of international exchanges in the future. We have already beaten him enough. It's time to accept him."

After Shaw encouraged him, Lucius left the small building with a task and a note.

After Lucius left, Snape immediately turned around and walked quickly to the coffee table, saying anxiously.

"If Voldemort wants to capture Harry Potter just for the ancient blood magic and prophecy, wouldn't he just kill people directly? You must know why, please tell me!"

Shor raised his eyebrows. He had no intention of hiding anything from Snape.

"You have studied resurrection. Do you know that there is an ancient magic that requires the blood of the enemy..."

When Shaw explained Snape's doubts.

Lucius came to the outside of the small building, couldn't help but let out a long breath, took out the embroidered gold cotton handkerchief and wiped the cold sweat on his forehead.

His heart finally settled down. Besides Shaw not doubting himself, his safety was also guaranteed.

He brushed his slightly wrinkled luxurious robes lightly, raised his chin slightly, and his expression returned to pride. He walked out of the manor with a gold-studded ceremonial stick.

The layout of the British Ministry of Magic is no longer the same as before.

All the underground departments on the second floor below ground have been moved up, and the headquarters of three bureaus, two prisons, one police and one army are all distributed in the expanded hall.

In this way, the administration is more transparent than before.

Paper airplanes and countless Ministry of Magic employees come in and out, which is quite busy.

The ironic Brothers Fountain in the hall has disappeared. In its original place, there stands a bronze statue holding the Code.

The statue looks like an adult version of Shaw. I don’t know who proposed to build it. People passing by always consciously beat their chests to salute the bronze statue.

Lucius walked out slowly from the special fireplace with purple-red flames.

Along the way, the employees passing by just nodded to the powerful deputy minister in a humble manner. At least on the surface, no one showed any intention of currying favor with him.

Lucius went directly to the International Magic Exchange Department.

With the Five-Power Tournament approaching and the hosting of the Quidditch Cup next year, the Ministry of Magic has considerable resources and power.Against dumping.

So the International Exchange Department is now extremely busy, and Barty Crouch is in high spirits again.

Sometimes, Lucius, the immediate superior of the administrative department, has to accommodate him.

Once he has power in his hands, he can issue orders.

Lucius came to Barty's office and watched this middle-aged stereotyped man concentrating on handling a large number of affairs at his desk.

Although he had dark circles under his eyes, he was very energetic.

This is a real power monster, and power is a life tonic.

Lucius waved his hand and sent away the other clerks next to him. After closing the office door, he gently patted the desk.

"Barty, I'll be busy later. I have something to ask you."

Barty looked up at Lucius and said impatiently.

"Wait a minute, I'll handle the settlement of foreign guests in Hogsmeade right away."

Lucius' eyes flashed with a trace of anger, and he directly slapped the spell note that Shaw gave you on Barty's desk.

"This is from Lord Black. Haven't you wanted to see him for a long time?"

Battie lowered his head again, his body trembling, and quickly took the note.

He knew that his current situation in the Ministry of Magic was very embarrassing. He tried to express his position to Shaw several times but got no response, and was always hanging.

He could only work harder so that Shaw could see his ability.

Did he finally get a response today?

Barty excitedly input magic power to open the encryption spell on the note, and a line of words slowly appeared on the note.

The content was very simple: Voldemort has returned, and your son, Barty Crouch Jr., is still alive.

Barty's excited expression immediately turned into fear. He stood up, his body swayed, and cold sweat kept coming out of his vest and forehead.

Lucius was a little surprised. Barty was famous for his big heart. After all, he was a ruthless man who could punish his own son with his own hands.

What did Shaw write to make the other party like this?

Batty paused for a while, took a deep breath, clenched the note in his fist, and said to Lucius seriously.

"Can I meet the master in person? I want to kneel down and pledge my loyalty to him!"