Hogwarts' Wizarding Throne

"Gurgle."

"Hiss. Ha."

In the office, the gurgling sound of boiling soup and the slurping sound of Grindelwald being spicy could be heard from time to time.

After a long while, when Grindelwald had finished half of the ingredients, Dumbledore came back to his senses and said to McGonagall.

"Minerva, we can't let Shaw graduate early. He needs a complete student life.

No matter who he is, no matter how much he will achieve in the future, the fairy-tale campus life is a beautiful thing that people will never forget in their lives."

Grindelwald paused with the chopsticks that were picking up the food, a ripple flashed in his eyes, and then he continued to eat, and he picked out Albus' favorite.

The crow's feet at the corners of McGonagall's eyes wrinkled deeper, and she said helplessly.

"I also know this truth. He will definitely be a person who will do great things in the future. The more beautiful things in his heart, the less cruel the decisions he makes.

But, but we can't deprive Shaw of the right to ask questions in class."

Dumbledore nodded and made a well-considered decision.

"Well, since Shaw is already the vice-president, why not give him a professorship?

As for the usual classes, he can choose to go to get out of class at will regardless of age, and the final exam will be the same as usual."

McGonagall clenched her hands together.

"What courses will Shaw teach? You don't want him to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts, do you?"

Dumbledore sighed and looked at the two soup bases in the steaming hot pot.

And Gellert was eating a lot.

He sighed that Shaw was like this hot pot, with some of his own characteristics and Gellert's.

Every meaningless move of his was meaningful, and it was not an open conspiracy, which forced him to compromise.

"Alas, Shaw has been suggesting to open a course on magic and technology. It seems that the little guy is deliberately making things difficult for you professors.

Forget it, let's open an elective course on magic and technology, and Shaw will be the professor."

McGreg was stunned, and immediately thought of some small gadgets that she couldn't understand and didn't know whether they were dangerous or not.

This really needs a related subject to guide correctly.

"Okay, that's the only way to go.

When will this course be opened? There is a five-strong competition this year, so time is a bit tight."

Dumbledore thought about the various things that might happen in the next year.

"Well, next year, Shaw is also very busy this year. If he gets his wish, he won't bother the professor."

"Okay."

McGreg was thoughtful. Now Dumbledore was hiding too many things from her.

She turned her head to the old man disguised as Grindelwald and bowed politely, then turned and left the principal's office.

Dumbledore was a little upset after being plotted by Shaw.

He picked up the chopsticks and prepared to pick up some vegetables to sweeten his mouth, but found that the vegetables he liked had been eaten by Grindelwald, and a large bowl was piled in front of him.

Grindelwald raised his eyebrows proudly and signaled Dumbledore with his eyes to ask him to ask.

Dumbledore picked up other meats unhappily.

Seeing this, Grindelwald smiled and pushed the bowl on the table to Dumbledore.

"Eat it, it's specially cooked for you."

Dumbledore didn't touch the vegetables in the bowl. After eating the meat he cooked, he put down his chopsticks, took out the parchment from the drawer and started writing a letter of employment.

Grindelwald blinked, put down his chopsticks, and started writing to Shaw.

Well, as an old fan.

…….

At this time, on the Quidditch field, Shaw sat calmly on the main stand, staring at the sky above the field.

The best players of the four colleges are now training.

Today's training was very fierce, that is, a chaotic battle without distinguishing between enemies and friends.

The most intense one was the fight between the four seekers for the Golden Snitch.

Draco, Harry, Cedric and Qiu Zhang not only had to interfere with and calculate each other, but also had to avoid the attacks of ten Bludgers on the court!

The recent ball skills training, called training, is also an inspection and selection.

So everyone was deadly and extremely violent.

From time to time, one or two players were knocked off their brooms and rescued by senior students squatting below.

Among the young wizards in Hogwarts, some people actually don't look forward to the top five championships.

After all, there is only one warrior.

Instead, they pay more attention to entering the national team, which has a lot of opportunities, so that they can compete in the World Cup next year and become famous all over the world.

Even Mrs. Hoch, the professor of flying classes, seems to have a second spring in her career.

Every day I go to the court in person, and I imagine that I must nail my name in the excellent school history of Hogwarts.

Shore tapped the stands meaninglessly, his eyes carefully observing the players who suited him.

In international competitions, professional players have very advanced and mature skills, and a variety of tactics.

Although he was not interested in interferenceWang still has confidence in his chipping skills, but the game still depends on other players to score one point at a time.

So when Shore is evaluating players now, although skills are important, the quality of being able to withstand pressure and interference is the first priority.

Above his head, there was a sudden burst of fire, and Fox's figure spread its wings.

"Cheep!"

After it chirped, it stood on Shore's shoulder, raised a paw, and signaled Shore to take down the envelope.

"Thank you, Fox."

Shore reached out and rubbed Fox's head feathers, and waited for it to teleport away before opening the envelope and browsing.

The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and he smiled knowingly.

The content of the envelope was the notice of professor appointment and preparation for next semester.

In fact, with his power, he could appoint a professor for himself and force a course.

He was just afraid that his appearance would be too ugly, and he didn't want to conflict with Dumbledore because of this little thing.

He now also realized the routine of restraining the old bee.

That's just stroking the donkey's hair.

"Beep!"

On the court, Mrs. Hodge blew the whistle to end the training, because the Golden Snitch had been caught.

Shor put away the parchment and looked up. This time, it was Cedric who caught the Golden Snitch.

This was the sixth time that Cedric had grabbed the Golden Snitch in the recent dozen or so battles.

Shor was not too surprised by this result.

In the previous battles, the four seekers were in a state of mutual restraint and mutual promotion.

For example, Draco and Harry loved and hated each other. Draco stared at Cedric, and Harry always gave way to Qiu Zhang, and Qiu Zhang inadvertently covered for Cedric...

Then, Cedric never made any profit.

In the sky, Draco looked at Harry speechlessly, with a sour tone.

"Harry, we are good friends. Why are you fighting with me so fiercely, but always giving in to Qiu Zhang?

Don't forget, Qiu Zhang has a boyfriend!"

Harry seemed unaware and glared at Qiu Zhang and Cedric who were hugging and celebrating.

Draco really wanted to punch Harry who was blinded by love.

He had planned to work with Harry to seek medical treatment for Sirius, but now he was not in the mood.

Out of sight, out of mind, he turned his broom and flew to the main stand, and found that the chief had just disappeared in a purple lightning.