Hogwarts' Wizarding Throne

Shaw's mind was spinning, but he couldn't figure it out for a while.

He wondered whether to subdue the opponent immediately or to play it long. Hogwarts is really full of all kinds of monsters and beasts now.

Moody pulled the Fiendfyre out of the red hat's nose and mouth. The red hat was a little depressed, but it was not damaged at all.

The alchemist's eyes rolled around and he yelled at Shaw.

"Shore, I heard that you are also very knowledgeable about Fiendfyre. I see that some students don't quite understand my lecture just now.

Then you come and show it to everyone again."

Shaw raised his eyebrows. This guy is really interesting today.

He was not afraid of the stage. He stood up and prepared to step forward, ready to use another manipulation method to compete with the opponent's technique.

At this time, a senior student knocked on the door of the Dark Magic Defense Classroom.

"Knock, knock."

"Professor, the principal asked me to call the headmaster, Draco and Harry to the third floor to check the wands."

Moody turned around suddenly and glared at the senior student.

Remembering that this was Dumbledore's order, he turned around impatiently and waved his hand.

"Go ahead."

Shor blinked. Why did he check the wands?

But he didn't care much and turned around to call Harry and Draco.

"What are you still standing there for? Take your wands and go."

Harry and Draco were also frightened by Moody's increasingly fierce and unbridled teaching.

Just now, he came to his senses and immediately packed up his textbooks in a hurry and followed Shaw to the outside.

When Shaw passed the podium, he looked at Moody. The other party was still in a vicious state and had no fear at all.

He noticed something different in his heart.

Moody's state remained the same. In the few times they met before, there was still a little bit of subtle fear in his eyes when he looked at me.

Now there is no fear at all, but a little bit of relaxed amusement.

That is a kind of fearlessness!

When Shaw came outside, he was more certain that this was a fake, but he couldn't guess who it was.

There are not many Transfiguration masters or Animagus who can transform without Polyjuice Potion in the whole wizarding world.

Those who have this ability are also hiding.

As far as Shaw knows.

I count as one, Dumbledore and McGonagall may count as two, and Tonks count as one.

As for other countries, no one has been sent to collect them specifically.

Wait.

Shaw felt like he had touched a clue.

Turning back to the two children, he said.

"You go first, I'll go after I finish one thing."

Harry looked tangled. In fact, he had been holding back on one thing for a day or two, that is, Sirius's disappearance.

He wanted to ask the chief to send someone to help find it, but he knew the relationship between the two Blacks, so he couldn't find a good opportunity.

Shaw ignored them and walked into an abandoned classroom.

Then he took out a piece of letter paper and a quill pen, spread them on a desk, and wrote after a few seconds of hesitation.

[Dear Perel Rouge.

Hogsmeade in the UK has been very lively recently. As a wizard with rich travel experience.

I wonder if you are interested in coming to visit... . ]

Shaw wrote the invitation letter and called Ziying to help him go to Austria.

"Go, remember to see if the old man is in Nurmengard in person, and remember to perform more smoothly."

"Tsk!"

Ziying and Shaw played around for a while, and then teleported away after the lightning surged.

Shaw brushed off the collar that Ziying had just wrinkled, walked out of the abandoned classroom, and walked upstairs.

Checking the warrior wand and accepting interviews before the game are also considered the tradition of the championship.

When Shaw came to an open-air balcony on the third floor, he just saw Harry escaping from a broom closet in a panic.

Behind him was a witch dressed in an unusually flamboyant manner.

It was Rita who had previously reported Shaw's false news and was completely dismissed.

This woman was dressed in a magenta robe and a pair of beaded glasses.

She had stiff curly hair, a fat hand holding an alligator handbag, long nails painted bright red, and a green feather pen.

She looked weird.

Rita looked at the manuscript in her hand with satisfaction and chatted with Dumbledore, her eyes still turning around, ready to choose the next target of harm.

So that she could use her unruly feather pen to expose the flashy and false reputation of these celebrities.

"I wonder if you have read my article about the International Confederation of Wizards Conference in the summer?"

Dumbledore waved his hand to let Harry wait aside, and casually perfunctorily said to Rita.

"It's really well written. I especially love your description of me as a rigid old lunatic with ulterior motives."

Rita showed no shame at all.

"I just want to point out that your views are outdated., Dumbledore, many wizards outside, "

But before Rita finished her teasing, she saw Shaw coming up from the stairs step by step, and the unforgettable memories of each other came to her mind.

She screamed "Ah", and in panic, the manuscript in her hand was thrown high.

Shor snatched the manuscript that fell down, and after seeing the content of the manuscript, he raised his eyebrows.

The dialogue of the manuscript is as follows.

Rita: "Harry, what prompted you to decide to sign up for the Triwizard Tournament?"

Harry: I,,

Rita: "Ah, I know it even if you don't say it. Impulse comes from inferiority. An ugly scar is a painful memory left by tragic past events. Only when standing in front of people can the vain glory and applause comfort you.

Okay, Harry, how did you sign up for the tournament? Did you ask someone? For example, your godfather's nephew? ”

Harry: "I didn't, don't talk nonsense, how dare you..."

Rita: "It doesn't matter, you don't have to worry about getting into trouble, many things, you don't say, everyone will understand, readers like these secret news, you will become famous because of it."

Harry: "It doesn't matter if you slander me, the chief is not as easy to talk to as me."

Rita: "Well, okay, then how do you feel about the upcoming competition? Nervous, exciting or guilty?"

Harry: "I, I haven't thought about it seriously, I am indeed a little nervous..."

Rita: "In previous championships, many warriors have died. When you signed up, did you ever consider that you couldn't face it and would die because of your recklessness?"

Harry: "I didn't sign up myself! ! Phew, this year with the chief as the referee in the game, it will be much safer."

Rita: "Okay, okay, everyone knows that you have a good relationship with Shorblack, he will indeed protect you from death.

Do you regard the chief you always talk about as your father? Don't be shy, speak boldly. "

Harry: "If you keep doing this, I will refuse the interview."

Rita: "Okay, okay, you participated in such a dangerous game, but you didn't think about your dead parents, oh my god, I saw tears in your eyes."

Harry: "I don't have tears in my eyes!"