The Magic Throne at Hogwarts

"Shor, why should I teach two idiots!"

Behind him, Goyle and Crabbe bowed their heads in shame.

Xiao Er was very tired, it was not good to be reborn too young, surrounded by a group of immature children.

I always have to be the "spiritual mentor".

"Draco, do you think there is a big gap in strength between you and me, or is there a big gap between you and Goyle?"

Draco was inexplicably asked, but he was honest.

"It should be that there is a big gap between your strength and mine. After all, I can't even use the floating spell."

Shaw continued to teach.

"That being the case, if I refuse to teach you in the future and despise your low strength and unworthy of following me, will you cry?"

Draco was taken aback for a moment, he was also a smart person, and immediately understood what Xiao Er meant.

"You mean, the weak are not worthy of following you. Similarly, I cannot have weak people under my command, and as their leader, I have to be responsible for improving their strength."

Xiao Er was stunned for a moment, and he had a good brain, so he patted him on the shoulder.

"Well, I barely understand the meaning of the first floor, let's go, it's time to eat."

Hermione also came back to her senses at this time, and silently hugged a few large "idle books" in her arms, preparing to go to the library to return them later.

Several people walked towards the hall together, and Shaw and Draco returned to the Slytherin table.

Hermione knew that they had to go back to the lounge for evening study after dinner, so they didn't get together.

Not long after she returned to the Ravenclaw table, Harry found Ron after leaving him behind.

"Ron and the others said that the homework will be due next week, so don't rush to write it, and they want to invite me to play wizard chess."

"Then why don't you go?"

"Shor has organized the entire Slytherin to study at night, and Draco can still study with Shor at any time. If I don't work hard, the gap with them will only grow wider and wider."

"Harry, you have grown up, and you will become a great person like your parents in the future."

7:[-] p.m., Slytherin.

The lounge is arranged into six areas, and in each area, sofas and flat tables form a circle.

At this moment, the seat is basically full of people, all of them are seriously writing homework, rustling.

Several senior seniors and students with excellent academic performance were assigned a schedule, patrolled on time, and had to give careful counseling to those who did not understand.

So in the whole lounge, the learning atmosphere is pretty good.

Naturally, there are also those who make up the number, for example, those pure-blood thorns are always whispering about some things, but it doesn't hurt the overall situation.

And on the wall lamp next to it, there were three people hanging again, all of them were late and hid in the dormitory before.

Well, Marcus is still on the list.

Xiao Er was sitting on the small sofa on the high platform reading a book at the moment, and he could overlook the entire venue just by raising his eyes.

This is the personality cult layout he deliberately created, and under the influence of subtle influences, a blind obedience can quietly take shape in his heart.

At the entrance to the lounge, Snape hid in the shadows, looking at the orderly Slytherin, feeling quite complicated.

Empty eyes glanced at the elegant and indifferent Xiao Er on the high platform, and a figure in his memory gradually overlapped with him.

Snape clenched his fists, waved his sleeves, turned around and floated away.

Not long after, Snape was already standing at the door of the principal's office.

"Pile of cockroaches."

After reading the password, the spiral staircase appeared, Snape stepped up, pushed the door and left.

"Oh, it's Severus."

Dumbledore, who was teasing Fox in front of the bird stand, knew who was coming without turning around.

Snape didn't talk nonsense and asked directly.

"The omnipotent headmaster, why do you help Shaw resist the pressure from the outside world? You should just fire him. Do you know what he is doing in Slytherin now? I seem to have seen another mysterious person."

Dumbledore turned and looked at Snape through his blue glasses.

"Shore? As the principal, isn't it natural to shelter students from wind and rain? And what kind of person he can become, it also doesn't need teachers like us to guide him."

Snape slammed his fist on the desk, and the bang startled the dozing headmasters in the picture frame on the wall.

"Then look at what he's doing now, quickly turn Slytherin into his own barracks, and before long, he will have his own Death Eaters just like that man back then!"

Inside the frame, Phineas Black couldn't help but curse.

"You scumbag, how could my great-grandson be a bad person, he is trying to recast the glory of Slytherin, you are not worthy..."

Snape waved his wand casually, and Phineas immediately shut up, still staring at Dumbledore.

Dumbledore returned to the desk and sat down, speaking kindly.

"Isn't Slytherin House better now? As the dean, shouldn't you be happy? Severus, you are too sensitive. You know, Shaw has love."

Snape had had enough of Dumbledore's hypocrisy, and his voice grew colder.

"I don't care what dirty deal you have with that arrogant kid, even if there is a third Dark Lord, it's not something I should worry about, I just ask you, are you sure that person is really not dead?"

Mentioning this, Dumbledore couldn't help but look a little serious.

"Severus, I feel that he has come back, I only hope my trap works, please protect Harry, his eyes are very similar to Lily."

Snape took a few deep breaths, barely suppressing the guilt and longing in his heart.

"Huh, I see."

After that, he returned to indifference again, flicked his sleeves, turned around and slammed the door like a big bat.

Dumbledore tapped the table lightly with his hand, thinking deeply.

On the desktop, there was a letter from the International Union of Wizards, the content of which was a report on the changes in the remnants of the Witch Party.

"Hey, Tom seems to be back, and Gellert is in trouble again. As for Shaw, let's take a look for now. I hope he can really find the Horcrux."

Dumbledore stood up with a tired expression, and ordered Fox.

"Take me to Nurmengard, please."

Chapter 28 Who Will Love You

(Okay, ok, the ggad you want is here, let’s eat it first, and there will be more in the future. Note: ggad is an official match with gay men. The elderly love each other and kill each other. If you don’t feel comfortable, you can skip it. The content is roughly except Except for the warm plot, Grindelwald is basically covering for the protagonist.)

Austria, Nurmengard.

Dumbledore looked up at the familiar and unusual slogan on the tower: For the greater good.

Memories flashed in the eyes, sweet, bitter, and so on.

Although Nurmengard is a prison, it has never been a high wall that traps people.

Perhaps, now also can't help it.

At this time, more than a dozen energetic old men came out of the tower, and they all took out their wands and pointed them at Dumbledore.

"Dumbledore! How dare you come here?"

"Damn it, form an formation and protect the master!"

Dumbledore was amazed by the spiritual outlook of these diehard saints, and didn't take their threats seriously.

Abernathy appeared at the entrance, straightening his back and looking directly at Dumbledore.

"Let him come here, the master summoned him."

Dumbledore walked across the crowd indifferently, winking at them.

The saints are shaking! ! !

After walking familiarly all the way to the top floor, Dumbledore hesitated when he came to the cell.

"It's all here, just come in, you are still so indecisive."

Grindelwald's voice came from inside, Dumbledore sighed slightly, reached out and pushed open the door and walked in.

The dilapidated cell in my memory was no longer there, replaced by an extremely familiar scene.

"Is it very familiar, even if I have never been to the Hogwarts principal's office, I can still arrange the room to your favorite appearance."

Grindelwald, who was watching the scenery by the window, teased, but careful people could notice that his voice trembled slightly.

Dumbledore came to the desk, took a piece of toffee from the pile of desserts obviously prepared for him in advance, put it in his mouth, and said vaguely.

"You're always so understanding, damn charming."

Grindelwald turned around and stepped in front of Dumbledore a few steps, almost hitting the opponent's face with the tip of his nose.

Grindelwald couldn't help but take a long breath as the familiar breath came into his nose. Although the two of them used to resonate more on a spiritual level, the two months of being together day and night in the valley have already engraved each other's breath into their bones. .

"Your breath is still full of sweet fragrance, so fascinating, but unfortunately, it doesn't belong to me alone."

After saying that, he turned around abruptly, came to the desk and sat down, and then recovered his domineering look.

"Tell me, Albus, what are you doing here, to see if I'm rotten?"

Dumbledore rubbed his temples, and then also returned to seriousness.

"Gellert, I should ask you what you want to do. You promised me that you will stay here forever."

Grindelwald became indifferent again.

"Don't worry, I'm over 100 years old, and I don't have the spirit to destroy the world with me anymore. I just want to think better. Are you so cruel to me now? Are you really willing to watch me suffer?"

Dumbledore put his palms on the table, leaned over and looked at Grindelwald, pleading.

"Gellert, please answer me directly, what do you want to do?"

At close range, both of them could feel each other's breath, and Grindelwald couldn't help stretching out his hand to gently straighten Dumbledore's collar, and said softly.

"Oh, I can't refuse your request. Well, well, the future I predicted has changed. Don't worry, Albus, I won't cause you any trouble."

Dumbledore closed his eyes and pondered for a few seconds, the two knew each other well.