The Magic Throne at Hogwarts

Professor McGonagall tidied Shaw's collar intimately, and said in a gentle tone.

"Don't be nervous for a while, you just need to explain the situation truthfully, Principal Dumbledore will make the decision for you, Hogwarts will not give up a genius like you."

Xiao Er was actually not nervous at all, but still bowed to thank him.

"Thank you, Professor, for your concern."

Professor McGonagall pushed open the door and let Shaw go in by herself. She herself was busy welcoming the first-year little wizard and presiding over the sorting ceremony.

The principal's office is a luxurious room with a duplex structure. Behind the large desk is a row of bookshelves arranged in a semicircle.

All kinds of exquisite silverware are placed on the long thin-legged tables around, and the magical portraits of the principals of the past are hung on the walls.

Among them, what caught Shaw's attention the most was a silver sword in a glass container, and a colorful feather phoenix dozing on a gold-plated bird stand.

As for the group of people glaring at him, Shaw didn't take it seriously, he just nodded slightly to Malfoy among them.

Dumbledore, who was sitting on the office chair, kindly joked to Shaw who was still looking around after he came in.

"It seems that Mr. Black is not nervous, and his mentality is very good."

Before Xiao Er could speak, a middle-aged wizard with indifferent expression and greasy hair spoke sarcastically.

"Arrogant people are always arrogant, but they don't know how unforgivable the mistakes they have made. Principal, I suggest that Mr. Black be fired directly."

Shaw didn't need to guess to know that this must be Snape's tsundere man, who really had a "wifeless face".

Malfoy in the crowd muttered and didn't help to say anything, but a hale and hearty elegant old man was the first to chime in.

"It's just a group of ignorant children playing around, there's no need to be so serious about it."

"Old Foley, your granddaughter didn't go to the hospital, so you naturally said it lightly."

"Hmph, I think this kid from the Muggle world has long forgotten the nobility and elegance of the Black family, and only knows violence. As a school manager, I, the Nott family, firmly oppose his admission."

"As a former school manager, Black's children should have an immunity once!"

"This won't work..."

These people kept arguing, and among the twelve school directors, not all of them wanted to punish Xiao Er.

There are as many as six or seven families like the Foley family who have just moderated, and the Burns family who have remained neutral.

They just suggested shutting Shaw in confinement.

The old god Dumbledore didn't care if he was watching, he wanted to explore Shaw's heart and some people's attitudes through this incident.

But Xiao Er was very impatient and didn't want to accompany these people to continue acting.

The idea of ​​those school managers who opposed it was nothing more than to make Xiao express his position now, as long as he stopped arguing with them and pursuing the matter of those industries, it is estimated that the incident of beating people could be written off.

This was also the motivation for Marcus to take people to provoke on the train before, but some of these families did not expect the result to be like this.

The Slytherin students were almost wiped out by the group, which can be described as a model of being slapped in the face if they failed to pretend.

Although these people are going crazy now, they can take the opportunity to force them. Their children can't be beaten for nothing, right?

It can only be said that these families are used to arrogance, and blinded by interests, they cannot see the great potential of Xiao Er.

Since Xiao Er dared to hit someone, he naturally had countermeasures.

Without hesitation, he walked directly to the desk and handed Dumbledore a note.

"Professor, I think you can look at this before considering whether to expel me. I think Hogwarts still needs me."

A gleam flashed in Dumbledore's eyes, he looked at Shaw through the blue frame, took the note and opened it.

But after reading the contents of the note, he couldn't help but become serious, and didn't continue to ask Xiao Er about the specific situation. The two of them tacitly agreed, and a deal was reached.

So Dumbledore stood up and said directly to the twelve school managers who were still arguing.

"Alright, the start-of-school banquet is about to begin. Everyone, please go back. As for Xiao Er's punishment, his future dean will naturally punish him."

Old Nott and the few people who opposed the most fiercely were naturally dissatisfied, and they couldn't make a trip today in vain.

"Dumbledore, our school trustees have the right to..., uh."

But before they continued to refute, they suddenly felt a huge momentum coming from Dumbledore, as if the flow of air had slowed down.

It wasn't until then that everyone remembered that Dumbledore was the greatest wizard of this century, and when people wanted to be polite, they were naturally a good guy.

But if he was serious, he would be a proper White Demon King. Regardless of the opponent's strength, the influence alone would make them overwhelmed.

The twelve school managers had no choice but to leave the principal's office. When Old Foley left, he wanted to invite Xiao Er to his house for Christmas, but Xiao Er politely refused.

Snape gave Shaw a gloomy look, waved his sleeves, and walked away like a big bat.

Dumbledore returned to his kind appearance, and said with a smile.

"It seems that Professor Snape has misunderstood you, and you will have to explain it to him in the future."

Shaw didn't care.

"Don't worry, the headmaster, if I enter Slytherin, I will naturally have many opportunities to reconcile with the headmaster."

Dumbledore was surprised.

"Oh? You want to join Slytherin? In fact, Gryffindor is pretty good. Your uncle Sirius graduated from Gryffindor. If he didn't make a mistake, he would definitely become a great warrior."

Shaw didn't want to break this up with the old bee.

"Professor, it's getting late. I still need to go to the sorting ceremony. As for the matter on the note, I will let you know when I have definite news."

Dumbledore frowned slightly, looked at the content of the note again, then waved his hand, and the note burned out of thin air.

"Well, you are very sensible, and I am very relieved. Why don't we go to the opening banquet together and hold my hand. As the principal, there is always a little convenience."

Just as Shaw put his hand on Dumbledore's arm, a certain headmaster in a picture frame on the wall spoke.

"Please wait a moment, Albus, let me talk to Shaw, boy, why don't you go to the room where the family tree is hidden on the second floor of the old house to chat with me."

Dumbledore seemed to know who was speaking, and he didn't stop, waving at Phoenix Fox.

"Philias, next time, the sorting ceremony is almost over, you can't let the descendants of your Black family not enter the academy, right?"

Then the phoenix Fawkes spread its wings and flew to Dumbledore's shoulder. With a melodious phoenix cry, Dumbledore and Shaw disappeared after the sparks burst.

In the auditorium half an hour ago, Professor McGonagall began sorting.

"Hannah Abbott."

But at this time, apart from the nervousness of the little wizard waiting to be sorted, everyone is more concerned about the person who provoked Slytherin.

People who saw Shaw being taken away by Professor McGonagall talked a lot.

"Shore won't really be fired, will he?"

Chapter 19

The hall of Hogwarts is brightly lit, thousands of candles are floating out of thin air, the dome is a bright sky, and the four long tables are full of little wizards.

The Sorting Hat is sorting Harry Potter, then yells.

"Gryffindor!"

"Haha, we have Harry Potter!"

Harry was not very happy after being sorted into Gryffindor, and seemed absent-minded when facing the warm hospitality of Ron and other Lion House students.

After a while, Professor McGonagall was sorting the last little wizard.

Seeing that Shaw still didn't show up, Harry couldn't help but feel a little nervous, and looked at the Slytherin table from time to time. It can be said that there were wounded people there at the moment, but those wounded people seemed very happy.

And Draco, who was assigned to Slytherin, was arguing with some senior students with red eyes.

Harry turned his gaze, then looked at the Ravenclaw table again, and saw that Hermione looked very anxious just like him.

Ron looked at Harry's performance and said indignantly.

"Harry, you and Shaw are not on the same side, and he may have been fired from this meeting."

Harry didn't speak, he suddenly felt that Ron might not really be a friend to make, he was too narrow-minded.

Harry silently remembered what he had just said to the Sorting Hat.

I clearly have the will to go to Slytherin, why did the Sorting Hat say that I am more suitable for Gryffindor?

When crossing the lake before, Harry heard from Hermione that although Shaw was a pure blood, he was also an orphan. He also grew up in the Muggle world and wandered. His life experience was even more miserable than his own.

But Shaw relied on his own ability to thrive in the Muggle world, and now he is also extraordinary after coming to the magic world.

I also heard from Hermione that Shaw went to Slytherin to change the minds of those potential dark wizards, which is great!

Harry felt that Shaw lived the way he wanted, and this was his role model.

Think again of what Xiaoer said to himself: To be a good person or a bad person depends only on your own heart.

Harry wanted to go to Slytherin to help Shaw realize his ideal, but the sorting hat finally sorted himself into Gryffindor.

"Ugh."

Harry sighed, and suddenly noticed that someone in the classroom was staring at him. Turning his head, he saw a professor with a gloomy face staring straight at him.

Harry's forehead hurt, and he quickly covered it with his hands, but before he could think about it, there was a sudden ethereal bird song in the hall, and then a dazzling fire flashed in the middle of the teacher's seat.

The next moment, Dumbledore and Shaw walked out of the flames together, and the entire hall was instantly silent.

Especially on the Slytherin side, the air pressure was quite low, and many people wearing bandages looked very ugly, as if they were mourning.

Immediately the students of the other three colleges cheered, and Harry got up and clapped excitedly.

Dumbledore patted Shaw on the shoulder.

"It seems that you are very popular, everything is just right, go to the branch quickly."

Shaw nodded slightly, and calmly walked towards Professor McGonagall in the face of applause and cheers.

Professor McGonagall looked complicated, but he also breathed a sigh of relief, and motioned Shaw to sit on the triangular pedal.

After Shaw sat down, he looked at the gray hat full of patches in Mag's hand with some disgust.

However, he didn't say much about cleaning his hat. He's already got enough of the limelight today, so any more publicity will be over.

When the sorting hat was put on the head, a hoarse voice sounded above the head.

"Boy, you're good at Occlumency, but please let go of your thoughts, otherwise I won't be able to sort you into different schools."