The Magic Throne at Hogwarts

"Draco, this is a battle of interests and ideas. In fact, as long as I am willing to compromise, I can immediately join forces with those people."

"Then why not?"

"Hehe, then why should I want it? As long as I am strong enough, only others will listen to me! Rights and money are all I want!"

Draco was stunned by Shaw's rhetoric, and it was so reasonable that he was speechless.

After a while, he asked another question that he couldn't figure out.

"Then why are you so close to Muggle wizards, you are pure blood."

Shaw looked at Draco strangely, but he felt that this poor boy could be saved, so let's break his ideas.

"I'm not pro-Muggle wizards, but those pure-bloods can't see the situation of the world clearly, and still hold corrupt ideas. I just don't want to wait to die with them."

Draco looked confused, and the platinum hair on his forehead was almost bent into a "?".

Xiao Er stretched out his hand to stroke him and then continued.

"Let me give you a simple example. There are probably tens of thousands of people in the British wizarding world, but 60.00% of them are Muggle wizards, and the other 40.00% are all half-blood wizards. There is no so-called pure blood for a long time."

Draco retorted immediately.

"Impossible, my Malfoy family is the most noble pure blood!"

Shaw sneered.

"Oh, I heard that the ancestors of the Malfoy family came to England with the Muggle king, and they were knighted and became court wizards. When you look back, look through the Malfoy family tree and ask your father, those who were expelled from the family What is the identity of the person, it is definitely either a squib or a Muggle wizard."

Draco shook his head frantically, refusing to admit it.

Shaw could only give him a fatal blow.

"The most pure-blooded Gaunt family in the early years was either a fool or a lunatic due to intermarriage within the family, so it is extinct. Oh, by the way, their only descendant, Voldemort, is an out-and-out half-blood."

Draco's eyes were wide open, and he sat down on the ground, speechless for a long time.

The Dark Lord he admired the most turned out to be a half-blood wizard?Isn't the other party's resounding slogan "Pure blood is supreme" so ironic?

And my family turned out to be a mixed-race family!

He didn't think Shaw would lie to him about this, so Draco was at a loss.

Looking at Draco who was in a daze, Shaw shook his head and warned.

"In the future world, there will be no living soil for the concept of pure blood supremacy, but there is one thing that will never go out of style, and that is strength!"

Chapter 22 Send a Phoenix to That Little Guy

Austria, Nurmengard.

In a certain room in the tower building, a dozen gray-haired old men were discussing in low voices.

All of them are well dressed, exquisite and stylish.

"Nagel, how many people have you contacted?"

"More than a dozen, many old guys are dead, but their descendants are also very ideal, and they are very willing to join us."

"Well, it's not bad. Although many colleagues were persecuted by the Ministry of Magic from all walks of life back then, they are still doing well now. The most powerful ones are the Director of the Department of Law Enforcement."

"Then when will the master announce his departure? Miss Weta didn't know to come, but the master has regained his fighting spirit."

"Miss Vita said that she wanted to surprise the master, so she can't come here for the time being."

The lead was an old man with a serious demeanor, who had been meditating, thinking about how to persuade the master to get out of the prison.

His name is Abernathy, and he was Grindelwald's most powerful assistant back then. He once got involved in the top management of the Magical Congress of America, and almost helped Grindelwald become the chairman of the Congress.

On the top floor of the tower, the dilapidated prison cell with only a rotten wooden bed before has changed drastically.

Not only is it filled with all kinds of gorgeous and exquisite furniture, the floor is also covered with luxurious Persian cashmere carpets, and a circular bookshelf is full of books.

Sitting behind the big desk was an old man with a remarkable temperament. His blue eyes with silver-rimmed eyes seemed to be full of divinity.

The old man is Grindelwald, the Dark Lord who launched the First Wizarding War, and the leader of the Witch Party!

Since the future that was doomed to failure has changed, this legendary mage is naturally no longer decadent. Although he is still imprisoned in Nurmengard due to the oath with Dumbledore, he no longer wrongs himself.

Although he hadn't summoned the old ministry yet, the loyal saints who had been guarding him nearby knew that the leader had rekindled their fighting spirit, so they were naturally overjoyed, and all kinds of good things were sent.

Grindelwald was looking at a letter carefully at the moment.

[Dear Mr. Pyler, hello.

I am very honored for your love.

Regarding your question, why I chose to perform magic in the Muggle world, which involves my childhood experience, so I won’t go into details, and the original reason, a one-sentence summary is to fill my stomach.

And when I learned magic performance, I found a different kind of fun.

I really enjoy the scene of being cheered by thousands of people. When I use a grand and gorgeous magic that exceeds ordinary people's cognition, I even enjoy the eyes of the audience looking at me like a god.

Yes, frankly speaking, I am a vain vulgar person who enjoys the pleasures of power and money, let alone noble sentiments.

But I know that human progress comes from desire, so I am not ashamed.

As for Mr. Peller's second question, asking about my views on Muggles, I look at it from two perspectives.

From the perspective of the superior, the people under the rule do not distinguish whether they are wizards or not, only the difference between useful and useless, and a wise leader can put everyone where he should be, even if it is a mess of mud. There are merits.

From the perspective of a wizard who has lived in the Muggle world since childhood, Muggles are no longer ignorant and backward, and many advanced ideas are worth learning.

Their so-called technology is already very advanced, and they can already do many things that only magic can do, and they have even created conventional weapons that can destroy a city.

On the contrary, I think that the wizarding world is the ignorant side. It has been stagnant for hundreds of years. The magical magic has made wizards stand still, and arrogantly despise Muggles who are speeding up their progress.

It is conceivable that if the status quo is maintained, within a hundred years, the technology of Muggles will surely surpass the magic of wizards, and by then, wizards will be in a dire situation.

Far away, as a student, what I should do now is to study hard. Recently, I am very troubled by a problem.

My magic has its own lightning attribute, and all the spells I use have electric shocks. How can I control it freely?

......

Sincerely, your dear pen pal Shaw Black]

Grindelwald put down the letter and pondered for a long time, a smile gradually appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"It's quite frank, and has a unique vision, and it's very structured. It's also an elementalist who is unique in a million, and is also a natural leader. No wonder it will affect the future structure."

Grindelwald took out the stationery and began to write a reply.

After a while, he packed the letter and rang the bell on the table.

More than ten seconds later, a serious man with white hair came in from outside the cell, and he saluted respectfully after entering.

"Owner."

Grindelwald ordered.

"Abernathy, send this letter to that little guy. By the way, before Christmas, find a way to get a phoenix and send it there as a gift. I always send letters with owls, which affects my pen pals."

"As ordered."

Abernathy held the letter in both hands and didn't question how hard it was to get a phoenix.

As a witch party that swept the world 50 years ago, although it is not as good as before, and it is still in a latent state, its power is still strong.

The Witch Party is a group of wizards with ideals. Even if the years go by, as long as they don't die, as long as the leader calls, the Witch Party can make a comeback.

And the phoenix does not belong to the Dumbledore family alone. Otherwise, so many wands have phoenix tails, and Fox's tail must be bald.

And the mascot of New Zealand's Quidditch team, the macaws, is a phoenix, so you can always get a phoenix.

Grindelwald paused for a moment before continuing to give instructions.

"Collect ancient books of thunder elemental spells, collect technology and humanistic materials from the Muggle world, and collect intelligence from the British magic world, eh? Ask more people to collect them, as soon as possible, go."

Abernathy was ecstatic, because the subtext of the leader was that he could begin to gather the old department with all his strength and make a comeback.

"As ordered!"

He bowed and exited excitedly, thinking in his heart.

"It seems that we need to look into that Hogwarts student named Shaw, how did he restore the master's fighting spirit."

The Hogwarts dungeon has no windows facing the sun, so there is nothing romantic about opening your eyes with the morning light.

Thanks to a good biological clock, Xiao woke up at 6 o'clock.

Woke up and put on the well-fitting green and silver school uniform. After washing up, I saw the other three people still sleeping soundly on the bed, so I had to yell loudly.

"Get up!"

But the three of them just turned over and still slept soundly.

Xiao Er sighed, why is he always forced to "convince others with virtue".

He stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers, and three fist-sized water balls were formed out of thin air, and then fell on the heads of the three of them.

"Whoa!"

The three people who had been doused all over their faces were instantly awakened by the cold water with a little current, trembling all over, and rolled to the ground screaming, with suspicious faces on their faces.

Xiao Er passed by them and said calmly.

"Give you half an hour to wash up, and then come to the common room to gather."

When I came to the dim lounge, there was naturally no one here, not even the few thorns hanging on the wall lamp last night.

He was not surprised either, he took out his wand and used "blazing flames" to light up the fireplace and wall lamp.

I found a sofa to sit down, took out a tea set and a small red clay stove from the ring, and started to light a fire to make tea.

As time passed, the three of Draco rubbed their sleepy eyes and came to the lounge.

Draco wanted to complain, but he had insomnia last night, and now he wakes up so early again.

Seeing Xiao Er's peaceful tea drinking posture and his deep eyes, he swallowed his words again, and picked up the teacup that Xiao Er handed him like a model.

As the time approached 7 o'clock, the number of people in the lounge gradually increased. The first and second graders were the most crowded, and they all gathered around Shaw. Most of the third, fourth, and fifth graders came, and the sixth and seventh grades were only in single digits.

After these people came, they gathered together in groups of three or four to whisper, whispering about what Xiaoer was going to do today.

Alice walked over. Today she was clearly well-groomed, her exquisite facial features were slightly powdered, which made her look even more noble, and she wore a slim school uniform with a few accessories, but she wore the elegance of a dress.