The Magic Throne at Hogwarts

This guy Theodore is so shameless that he backstabs and even grabs his lines in advance.

If it weren't for the embarrassment of similar words, he would have said it long ago.

Xiao Er didn't mean to make a joke, and after nodding, he didn't ask about his miserable life, but directly asked about his heart.

"Theodore, tell me what you want."

Theodore's expression turned serious, even though he had a pale and handsome face, he looked very sinister.

"My father joined the Death Eaters without lofty ideals, but purely for the pleasure of killing. I swore early on that I would kill similar people and overthrow this disgusting and dirty world!"

Xiao Er frowned. People like Theodore have the potential to be crazy. A knife that is easy to use is also easy to scratch your hands.

"Just now you said that you are my most loyal believer? Then what can you do for me?"

Theodore firmly said.

"everything!"

Xiao Er snorted coldly, and the words of hatred came out again!

"Heh~, I want you to kill your father, do you dare?"

The corners of Theodore's eyes twitched when he was asked, and Xiao Er's question revealed what he had thought in his heart.

Of course, this idea is about the same as the self-destructive tendencies that the average person occasionally has.

Living under the oppression of that crazy father for a long time, it is normal to have emotions similar to patricide.

But after struggling for a while, Theodore lowered his head and shook his head with difficulty, and said in a hoarse voice.

"Chief, I, I can't do it, let you down."

Xiao Er stood up, but smiled very warmly, and put his palm on Theodore's head.

"I'm not disappointed, well, I accept your loyalty."

Theodore immediately turned from shame to joy, half kneeling on the ground.

"Thank you chief!"

"I heard that you have a good potion talent? What do you know?"

"It's okay. I like to treat small animals, so I have done a little research. I can make commonly used healing potions, compound decoctions, etc."

Xiao Er nodded slightly. He is a good talent and can be cultivated.

In the future, if the other party's father is secretly killed or taken to prison, the influential Nott family will basically be in control.

So he took out Snape's textbook, duplicated it, and gave Theodore a copy.

"This is a potion master's improvement on the potion textbook in his early years. Before the magic power of the copy disappears, copy down the notes. There are some black magic on it. You and Draco study together, and it is strictly forbidden to spread it outside."

Theodore took the copied textbook respectfully, wondering.

"Ang? Chief, are you not against the use of black magic?"

Shaw said patiently.

"It's the human heart that kills, and the knife in your hand?"

Theodore fell into a brief thought, then nodded.

"I understand."

After Theodore left happily, Xiao Er smiled and clicked on the system to have a look.

There are two points in the third-level belief value, and there are only 8 points left to draw the third-level lottery, which is definitely a magic skill.

After these two days of tossing, the faith value of level 1 is more than 2000, and the faith value of level 2 is also 91 points, which is only a little bit short of being able to draw a second level lottery.

On the side, Draco, who had endured for a long time, stammered.

"Shor, you were so ruthless just now, why did you ask Theodore if he dared to kill his father?"

"Is this the way to be filial and loyal to you? You, you are not going to let me, let me~..."

"Don't think about it, you have a good father."

Xiao Er waved his hand to interrupt Draco's wild thoughts. He was not "Dad Killer", but he was still a little disappointed in Draco.

After taking care of him like this, I still don't contribute a little fanaticism to myself.

Immediately, a gleam appeared in his eyes.

Did you act ruthless just now?

He took out the phoenix tail feather and rubbed it in his hand, and read a whisper that no one else could hear.

"Greatness can only be achieved by being ruthless, and only when there is emotion can be used. As far as my throne belongs, I only need to be great alone."

Then he sent Draco, who was all kinds of entanglements, to busy himself.

Shaw then took out the notebook Voldemort had given him and continued watching.

The more he looked, the more happy his brows became, but it didn't take long, the more he looked, the angrier Xiao Er became.

After a long while, he couldn't help but curse out loudly.

"Voldemort, you broken dog! Calvin Wang!"

Saturday, holiday.

The atmosphere on campus today is unusually weird.

Especially the little eagles and the little badgers, they always feel that they have gone to the wrong campus.

It is agreed that everyone will play badly together, and it is agreed that your childhood and mine are equally happy?

Forget about Slytherin, why is Gryffindor also rolled up?

During the holidays, the library is full of people, leaving the little eagle who loves to learn nowhere to go.

In each corridor, the little lion's strange walking posture and weird but warm manners made the little badgers almost think that the other was possessed by a female ghost.

In the hall, behind the lion cubs coming and going, there is a beautiful young lady who is recording something with a small notebook.

At the dinner table, there was no lively scene of the big cooking in the lion courtyard, and several lion cubs even accidentally bit their own tongues.

Crooked mouth George is the one who always bites his tongue, he couldn't help sighing.

"This life is impossible."

Squinting his eyes, Fred looked around and saw that the supervisors arranged by Angelina did not look at them, so he whispered.

"I've sent members of the Anti-Tyrannical League to Hogsmeade to buy conductive and insulating materials."

George with his crooked mouth was shocked immediately.

"As long as we find a way to restrain thunder and lightning, we will be able to overthrow the dark rule of Great Demon King Shaw!"

Not far from the two, Harry was sipping chicken legs, his ears moved, and he hesitated.

"Should I make a small report? But I belong to Gryffindor after all, alas, it's so embarrassing."

Just then, Draco walked over with a pale, lonely boy, well, and his two useless men.

"Harry, is your meal ready? It's time for us to go to the abandoned classroom to receive Shaw's spell training."

Harry nodded, finished eating the chicken legs, wiped his mouth with a napkin "calmly", and turned his head to look at Ravenclaw.

"Hey, where's Hermione? She said she would go to the abandoned classroom today too."

Dissatisfaction flashed in Draco's eyes.

"Shor didn't know what he was thinking. He even asked Ni and Hermione to be his assistants. He and Hermione went to set up the classroom half an hour ago."

Harry naturally saw Draco's contempt and dissatisfaction, and could only respond with "Oh".

I feel helpless, my two best friends look down on each other, what can I do?

"Let's go, Xiao Er said that there is a surprise today."

Chapter 46

(After watching the thrilling World Cup final, I was so excited that I couldn’t fall asleep, so I wrote a chapter overnight to celebrate, Messi YYDS)

Austria, Nurmengard.

There is a strong sweet fragrance in the luxurious study room, and there is always some kind of sweet food and sweet drink within reach.

Grindelwald doesn't eat much, but it doesn't prevent him from keeping it on hand, and he also asks people to change it every day to ensure the best taste of sweets.

At this time, Grindelwald was sitting behind the sandalwood desk, holding a letter and looking at it seriously, with anger flashing in his eyes from time to time, and the air exploded from time to time because of his boiling magic power.

This is the fourth time he has read the letter.

For the first time, it almost exploded on the spot.

For the second time, he showed a thoughtful expression.

The third time, I still felt like exploding in situ.

【Dear Mr. Perrier Rouget】

[I am very happy to hear from you again.

The last time you brought up the matter of the wizard war that Grindelwald rolled up, I had a different opinion.

In a word, Grindelwald, he is a fart!

This fellow pretends to be a legend, it's a shame to lose the face of a legend!

I have heard what a great man in the East said about "revolution", and I regard it as truth.

If you want to accomplish one thing, you need to make more companions and fewer enemies.

As for Grindelwald, apart from making himself an enemy all over the world and proving that he is a useless Dark Lord, can he have something to offer?

Everyone said he was good at bewitching, why not bewitch Dumbledore?

It can't be bewitched or beaten.

Wouldn't it be good to arrest his wife and relatives and hold him hostage?If you don't agree to conspire with the great cause together, you will tear up your votes!

Even if this doesn't work, if you can't threaten, you will cheat, feign defeat, pretend to lose, conspire tricks, defraud fools, and so on.