Hogwarts' Wizarding Throne

In the group photo, the process was not smooth and pleasant due to the presence of a big guy like Maxim.

After the end, Dumbledore enthusiastically arranged to go to the principal's office for afternoon tea, but most people chose to disperse.

Shaw did not stay here for long, and walked downstairs first. Draco and Harry looked at each other and followed him.

Shaw walked in front, and the two followers followed hesitantly, looking tangled and not knowing how to start.

When they were almost in front of the lobby on the first floor, Harry finally couldn't help it.

"Chief, wait, I, Draco and I have something to ask you."

Shaw's lips twitched. He didn't want to care about these little brats' things. He didn't need to think about what Harry was asking.

But since they had spoken, he couldn't pretend not to hear it, so he turned around and said casually.

"What's the matter?"

Harry was embarrassed, but there was nothing he could do.

"Chief, Sirius has been missing for several days. You know, he is in poor health and has no magic power. I am very worried."

"So?"

Shor's indifferent attitude made Harry's heart sink.

"I, I, I just want to ask the chief..."

"Harry, needless to say, an adult with independent thoughts and actions, as long as he is not looking for death, will not be in any danger in the well-safe Britain now."

Shor interrupted Harry's unfinished request and turned to Draco.

"You have something to do too? Is the handover of the scouting mission not going smoothly, or do you have any questions about learning?"

Draco's eyes shrank and he waved his hand to deny it.

"No, I taught the scouting mission to several excellent Slytherin seniors, and there is no question about learning. The dean and Professor Moody taught very well.

I, I have something else to ask your opinion on."

Shor was very interesting.

"Oh, what's the matter? Tell me."

Draco's handsome and fair face suddenly turned red, and his hair was twisted into an S shape.

He looked around and saw that there were no other passers-by, so he hesitated.

"Chief, Pansy, Pansy sent me a letter, wanting me to ask you, ask if the Parkinson family still has a chance to atone for their sins, how to return to the British pure blood?"

Shor was really surprised by the question Draco asked.

On second thought, it seemed that there was nothing wrong.

Everything is afraid of comparison.

Before, Shaw had squeezed the pure blood infinitely, not only economically, but also in terms of status, causing many blood drawers to defect from Britain.

But when the stores of the British Magic Potion Merchants Association officially started selling goods, the overwhelming profits were enough to dazzle the pure blood shareholders who held on.

And those pure bloods who defected to Voldemort's side in advance.

Not only did he not welcome the return of the king, but he also had to hide with Voldemort and endure Voldemort's high-pressure slavery and oppression. He must have regretted it.

Even if the pure bloods were divided into camps, their private contacts would not be completely cut off.

So, now that the two sides are compared, it is not surprising that some people want to jump.

Shaw thought about it, those people are useless, but there is still money to be made.

Logically, this question of position should be asked by Lucius, the current leader of the pure blood.

Oh, Lucius, the old man, probably knows that it is difficult, so he asked Draco, who is closer to him, to test the waters first.

Under Draco's expectant eyes, he did not make a formal decision, but just said lightly.

"Draco, I will consider this matter. Okay, let's go to the hall to eat together."

Draco was a little disappointed. He couldn't use this answer to explain to his father.

As Pansy was his childhood sweetheart, Draco was a sentimental person, so he wanted to lend a hand to the Parkinson family.

Just as Shaw was about to turn around and lead the way to the hall.

Harry spoke again.

"Chief, I, I have something else to ask you."

A trace of impatience flashed in Shaw's eyes.

"What is it?"

Harry seemed to remember something bad, and was a little dazed. He rubbed his face hard with both hands to wake himself up.

"Chief, I had a strange dream in the divination class yesterday."

Shaw's impatient eyes became playful, and his tone became a little serious.

"Describe it in detail."

Harry was happy to see that the chief was finally serious. He recalled it in his mind and described it.

"In my dream, I rode an owl and flew to an old house covered with ivy. The old house was dark and dilapidated, and the windows were sealed.

I flew in through a dark and broken window on the top floor, walked along the dark corridor, and came to a door at the end of the corridor.

And the next moment, my perspective changed.

I seemed to be sitting on a shabby sofa, with my back to the chair and twoBlack shadows moving.

I couldn't see clearly, one looked like a big snake, crawling on the ground.

The other was a person, probably a pale young man, half-kneeling devoutly, whispering something.

'Well done, my dearest and most trusted partner, I hope you will continue to work hard and get the blood of my most wanted enemy as soon as possible. '

A cold and sharp voice came from behind me, and the young man kneeling on the ground was full of apology and guilt.

'Master, this is what I should do. I originally planned to complete the goal in the first competition, but Black and Dumbledore were too cautious.

Snape also circled around the child all day long as if he had nothing to do. It seemed that there was a powerful existence patrolling the school in secret, so I could only choose to be more cautious. '

The hoarse voice behind me sounded again.

'It doesn't matter, my partner will help create chaos, you just act according to the situation and bring the boy to me. '"

Speaking of this, Harry felt a headache and quickly reached out to cover the lightning scar tightly. Draco stepped forward to support him and asked anxiously.

"Harry, how are you? "

After listening to Harry's dream, Shaw had all kinds of thoughts in his mind.

The dream location should be Riddle House, and the three people in it should be Voldemort, Barty the Younger and Nagini.

He naturally knew that Harry and Voldemort could have the same thoughts.

However, this situation happened either because Voldemort's mood fluctuated and accidentally leaked it, or he did it deliberately.

The intention to mislead Harry with false information is a trap to lure people into it.

In the original book, a big reason for Sirius' death was actually that Harry firmly believed in the dream compiled by Voldemort for him and stubbornly broke into the Ministry of Magic.

Shor was weighing the truth of the intelligence that Harry obtained by connecting with Voldemort's thoughts this time, and whether he should believe it.

Barty the Younger was hiding in Hogwarts to kidnap Harry, and "those people" helped Voldemort create riots, etc. These news were not beyond Shaw's expectations.

Shor was not really unable to find Barty the Younger who was hiding in the school.