Hogwarts' Wizarding Throne

Outside the divination classroom, Trelawney was about to enter when a trembling voice came from behind her.

"Professor, please wait a moment."

The bottle in Trelawney's arms slammed to the ground. Her eyes were full of fear, and she collapsed in the glass shards. Some blood slowly seeped into the wine on the ground.

She murmured without realizing it.

"Why do you force me? Why do you force me? I really can't predict anything about dawn and thunder. Please let me go..."

Trelawney's voice gradually increased as she spoke. She turned her head and yelled at Shaw with distorted features.

"I'm a liar, I'm really a liar!"

Shor raised his eyebrows, cast a spell to clean up the glass shards on the ground and repair Sybil's injuries, and then asked in confusion.

"You? Professor, has anyone else asked you about my prophecy? Besides Dumbledore, who else have you told about my prophecy?"

The fear in Trelawney's eyes became stronger, and her nose and tears flowed.

"Woo, no, I didn't tell anyone except the headmaster.

The headmaster was very polite when he asked me, but it was another man in black whose appearance could not be seen clearly.

He tortured me and cast all kinds of vicious spells on me, trying to get accurate prophecies from my memory. It was so painful, so painful."

The clouds in Shaw's eyes thickened a little. Who could it be?

He looked down at Trelawney who was in a very bad state. This person was useless. It was estimated that he could not even host a normal class.

Shaw sighed in his heart. Sure enough, he had to rely on himself for everything.

The alchemy experiment at Old Percy's place was probably about to be completed, and he would be one step closer to deciphering the prophecy in "The Art of Abraham".

In fact, with his current knowledge reserve, he could cooperate with Old Percy to speed up the progress of the experiment.

Why do you have to do it yourself when you have capable oxen and horses to use?

Then he waved his hand and floated Sybil to the sofa in the divination office.

"Professor, take a good rest. I won't ask you any more questions. But if you have any new languages, remember to tell me. Thank you."

After saying a polite word, he just turned around and walked forward, and Trelawney's hesitant words came from behind.

"Then, then my hand,"

Shor waved his hand back and said with a big pie.

"You're fine for now. I will treat you after I have further studied the curse."

Walking on the spiral stairs of the tower, Shaw looked at the kaleidoscope-like glass skylight.

It's not that he was soft-hearted and would let Trelawney go easily, but this kind of cheating person failed once and it doesn't mean he is useless.

Didn't you see that Dumbledore raised him for 10 years? He specially opened a useless divination class. The old bee is not unaware that divination requires talent.

Then he thought about who wanted to interrogate Trelawney to get the prophecy?

There are really a lot of monsters in Hogwarts recently. Is the situation a bit out of control?

While he was thinking, he saw Dumbledore looking at him with a smile on his face.

Hey, I was just looking for this old man.

Is he looking for Trelawney or blocking him?

The two walked side by side, and Dumbledore smiled.

"You are free, but you sent Harry to me. I finally calmed him down. He is your brother, so you have some responsibility to teach him a thing or two."

Shaw didn't think much about this topic.

"Principal, what do you think of that dream?"

Dumbledore first grabbed a handful of candies from his arms, threw a candy in his mouth and chewed it, and handed another one to Shaw.

"Hmm, would you like some candy?"

Shor took it politely, but didn't eat it. He just rubbed the candy wrapper in his hand.

Dumbledore stared at Shaw's sleeves, chewed the candy and said vaguely.

"I have asked Snape to teach Harry the brain block technique. Don't worry about the conspiracy of those people.

Britain has you and me, and a healthy Ministry of Magic. As long as we don't lose our composure and proceed according to our plan, it will be fine."

Shor pulled his sleeves and put away his wand.

It seems that after the old bee got his own wand from Ollivander that was comparable to the old wand, he was more confident in his own strength.

He didn't really care about Voldemort and some monsters.

In Britain, he had himself, the old bee, Tom, the powerful wizard police and wizard army, and the support of Vita.

Even if the whole world went to war with Britain immediately, he would not be very cowardly!

Then, Shaw said vaguely.

"Is the fake Moody your man? Who is playing him?"

Dumbledore happened to throw a candy into his mouth, and his hand trembled slightly when he heard it, and the candy fell to the ground.

He looked at the candy on the ground with regret.

"Moody? That's indeed the expert I invited as an external aid. You know, I have many old friends. Well, I'll introduce them to you if I have a chance. "

Shor narrowed his eyes and looked at the old bee, and he didn't mean to continue the topic.

The two said that they were cooperating openly, but they still had some reservations.

"About the half of my prophecy being leaked, and Sibyl being interrogated with a spell, her current condition is not very good, does the principal know about these? "

Dumbledore blinked. He came to Shaw today to discuss Sirius' disappearance and the upcoming wizard conference.

It would have been fine if Shaw didn't respond, but he asked him several questions in a row, which made him not know how to answer.

He was also a little bit surprised that Grindelwald was reckless. Why did he deliberately show doubts in front of Shaw?

After learning that Sybil had made a prophecy about Shaw, he even used some extreme means, almost touching the bottom line of the old bee.

He regretted letting the other party out of Nurmengard so early, always causing trouble for himself.

"Ahaha, this may be my problem. Don't worry, I will handle it properly.

Sybil is indeed not in a good condition for class. I will ask a centaur to be the professor of divination. "

Seeing Dumbledore just laugh and try to get away with it, Shaw twitched his lips and took back his words of questioning.

From the old bee's evasiveness, he already knew what was going on, and all he needed was a chance to confirm it.

When the old bee was about to talk about the real business he was looking for Shaw to discuss, he interrupted him first.

"What does the headmaster want to talk to me about? If it's about Sirius, then there's no need to say it."

Dumbledore:...