Hogwarts' Wizarding Throne

Wingo Castle.

In the attic study, Shaw slowly drank tea.

Snape's expression changed, his fists clenched tightly, questioning Shaw's calmness.

"Nothing can happen to Harry, you promised."

Shaw raised his eyebrows, nodded and shook his head.

"I did promise, but Harry is a living person, I won't be a personal nanny. Harry's life is very important to you, but I have other more important things to do."

Snape was choked, stretched out his hand to reveal the silver chain looming inside, and said unwillingly.

"We have an unbreakable oath!"

Seeing Snape so irritable, Shaw comforted him with a smile.

"I didn't break my oath. Harry will be safe as long as he stays in Hogwarts. Instead of doing this, you should keep an eye on Harry and don't let him run around.

I think compared to Harry's safety, you should expect me to grow up quickly so that I can go to the world of the dead to retrieve Lily Evans' soul."

Snape took a deep breath and didn't continue to force it. He was convinced and walked out with a wave of his sleeves.

Outside the building, Lucius led Barty Crouch to the attic and passed by Snape with a gloomy face.

Lucius wanted to say hello to his old friend, but was ignored by the stinky face, and he couldn't help but feel confused.

Barty Crouch's eyes flashed with thought, and he didn't expect Snape to be Shaw's confidant.

Just as the two were about to enter the attic, Shaw also slowly walked out from the stairs.

Barty Crouch quickly straightened his posture and stepped forward and knelt on one knee.

"Hello, sir. Barty Crouch greets you and asks to express his loyalty by performing the Five-pointed Fire Escape! I am confident that I can pass the second level."

Shor looked down at Barty Crouch, who was very serious even when he was loyal.

He saw some shadows of Percy in him.

To be precise, it should be Percy who was imitating Barty Crouch, after all, Percy's idol was old Barty.

Shore waved his hand without any nonsense.

Three layers of purple fire curtains rose on the left, and the purple flames twisted the air.

Barty calmed down, stood up, and walked towards the fire curtain without hesitation, instantly immersed in the rolling purple flames.

As he said, he quickly passed through the second level.

Shore knew that in Barty's heart, as long as he had power, he didn't care about ideological identification.

Watching Barty hesitate in front of the third layer of fire curtain for a few seconds and then turned around, he didn't want to continue.

So he teased and provoked.

"Don't you want to try? If you can get through the third level, you have a chance to become the next Minister of Magic."

Barty really stopped, and the light in his eyes became more and more blazing.

He lowered his head, quickly weighed the pros and cons in his mind, and kept hypnotizing himself and doing psychological preparation.

Lucius felt a toothache watching from the side, and always felt a little ironic.

He didn't want Barty Crouch to succeed.

It's not that he was jealous of the other party getting Shaw's promise, but...

Barty Crouch quickly raised his head again, his eyes were red, and his voice was hoarse.

"My lord, can you guarantee that I can sit on the Minister of Magic?"

Shaw's warm expression was restrained, and his tone was slightly dissatisfied.

"Old Barty, watch your attitude.

I have more capable people than you think. I don't really mind whether you continue to make efforts or not.

I just want to see how much a person is willing to sacrifice for power.

As for whether you can really pass the third fire escape test, I can only give you the opportunity to become the Minister of Magic.

Loyalty is an exception, and ability is the key after all."

Battie showed no sign of disappointment, and bowed to Shaw to apologize.

"Sir, you are a kind and patient leader. I was wrong in my attitude just now, but I am confident in my ability."

After Barty finished speaking, he turned around and decisively crashed into the last layer of fire curtain, and was instantly engulfed by the hot purple fierce fire.

Shaw immediately felt a degree of faith like Daniel pouring into his body, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

He looked at the extra degree of third-level faith value in the faith pool.

Now I understand a little.

This is a kind of wish-making faith.

Daniel believed that he could lead him to build a beautiful and equal wizard world, and Barty believed that he could give him supreme power.

This kind of belief could collapse at any time.

However, as long as he is always stronger than the believers and has hope, such believers will not betray easily.

In fact, if we really want to classify them now, Hermione and Neville are roughly the same.

And Theodore, who is loyal to only himself, is unbreakable.

Barty walked out of the fire curtain steadily and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

After all, he was still a little guilty, and he only thought that he could give up everything for power, but he didn't have a complete dedication.

LuHughes' eyelids twitched violently, and then his face was also burning hot, as if he had been slapped several times.

Because after Shaw removed the fire curtain, he directly took out a gorgeous sequence of cards from the ring: 9 of Clubs.

(The original book did not mention what college Old Barty was from, but considering that Old Barty was knowledgeable and hated black magic, it was most likely Ravenclaw.)

Shor flicked his fingers, and the cards spun, dragging a long magic light tail towards Old Barty.

Old Barty naturally knew what it was, and excitedly knelt on one knee and respectfully held the cards with both hands.

"Thank you for your trust, the Crouch family will be your loyal servants in the future!"

Shor waved his hand and used magic to help this rather sensible and rigid man up.

"Forget about being a servant or not, I don't like that.

I heard that you have many connections internationally and are proficient in eight languages.

How about this, in addition to the things at hand, you will also be responsible for coordinating the International Wizarding Conference at the end of October.

Wingo, Lucius and even Fudge will cooperate with you.

Make sure to let wizards all over the world know that Britain has become the center of the magic world again!"

Old Barty almost cried out without restraint, and it took great effort to suppress the excitement in his heart.

This time he directly prostrated himself on the ground, crawled humbly to Shaw, and promised loudly.

"I will let the whole world know that Britain has become the center of the world again!"

Shor raised his eyebrows and took a half step back.

Lucius opened his mouth in shock, feeling that his three views had to be reshaped.

It's true that you can't judge a person by his appearance. This Barty, who always showed hatred of evil and impartiality, is shameless enough to be outrageous.

Shaw looked at the sky, walked around the crawling Barty, and said as he walked.

"Get up, let's go to your house together, I want to see little Barty in person."

Old Barty got up, without having time to clean the grass debris on his body, and followed Shaw and asked tangledly.

"My lord, can you spare my son's life? I can put him back in Azkaban."

No one mentioned whether it was illegal for Old Barty to get his son out before.

Sometimes this is reality, and at their level, it really doesn't matter.

Shaw turned around and glanced at the nervous Old Barty lightly, as long as there is a little family affection.

"I won't kill your son, he is very useful to me."