The Magic Throne at Hogwarts

Shaw interrupted with a wave of his hand.

"Don't worry about this, listen to me next."

Albert scratched his bald head and didn't ask any more questions. He was still convinced of the little boy's ability. He was very downcast before, and it was the other party who gave him a chance.

"Okay, please tell me."

Xiao Er handed Albert a suitcase and a stack of documents in his hand.

"This is 100 million pounds and the information of some companies. You go to set up an investment company, and then start to invest in the list of companies I provided or buy stocks."

At this time, 100 million pounds is considered an astronomical figure.

Albert took the suitcase with trembling hands, and looked at Shaw in disbelief.

He was amazed at why Xiao Er suddenly became so rich, and he was excited by the other party's trust in him, so he said carefully after a long time.

"Yes, boss."

Xiao Er is very satisfied with this able-bodied bald middle-aged man. The character and ability of the other party have been inspected by him and are worth cultivating by himself.

He wasn't going to give up on the matter of the Muggle world, but now he is preparing for the "big goal" in the future.

As for where the 100 million pounds came from, it's not easy. If you randomly find a few non-magic antiques from the Black family's inventory, they are all hundreds of years old.

"Boss, what's the name of the company?"

"Well, the registered company is called Card Throne, and I will increase investment in the future. You work hard, I believe in you."

"By the way, I won't live here in the future. I will contact you if I have something to do. Well, that's it."

After Xiao Er gave an order, he walked upstairs, leaving only Albert with a sad face. He secretly decided to work hard in order to live up to the great trust that Xiao Er gave him.

On the second floor, Xiao Er took the polyjuice potion from Krecher and added the hair he had just secretly obtained from Albert.

Seeing that the compound soup turned into a sticky black liquid, Xiaoer swallowed it in one gulp, holding back his nausea.

Afterwards, the muscles on Xiao Er's face twitched for a while, and his body was slowly raised, finally turning into the appearance of Albert.

He picked up a set of adult clothes and changed into a black cloak that covered his head and face.

"Master, why do you need to go to Knockturn Alley yourself, there are many dark wizards there, it is very dangerous, why not let Kreche go."

Xiao Er took the suitcase containing Galleon and alchemy materials from Kreche's hand.

"This transaction is very important to me. Whether many of my plans can be realized depends on this action. If you are a familiar face, that pure-blood old ghost Bojin Burke must know that I let you go. There will be many twists and turns.”

Kreche immediately blamed himself again.

"It's all because Kereche is useless, Kereche really deserves to die..."

Before Kreche was about to punish himself, Shaw ordered.

"Didn't I assign you a task?"

"Uh, yes, young master, I'll go buy Felicia and other potions right away."

"Well, take me to Knockturn Alley first."

Kreche quickly grabbed Xiao Er's hand.

"call out."

The two disappeared in the bedroom on the second floor in an instant.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Xiao Er returned to Black's old house.

Dealing with a shrewd and greedy old wizard is really a labor-intensive task. It costs a lot of money to ask the other party to do things for him and keep them secret.

However, Xiao Er felt that it was worth it. After returning, he continued to devote himself to his studies without much rest. No matter what plans and "goals big or small", he still needs strength to escort him in the end.

In the study room, Xiao Er looked at the books marked with notes and annotations. Without the teacher's teaching, it was a relatively foolish way of teaching, and the cadence of the mantra was clearly annotated.

Although learning white magic is still not particularly smooth, it is not as difficult as reading the "Standard Spells" textbook.

He read universal spells and practical magic in the morning, and studied other textbooks by himself in the afternoon.

After more than ten days like this, Xiao Er has learned a lot of universal spells.

Progress is progress, but there is a trouble that puzzles Xiao Er very much, and it has not been effectively resolved so far.

That is the problem of the magic power attribute.

Shaw's thunder element affinity is at full value, so all spells have their own lightning attribute.

Even if there is no thunder spell to learn, he will still bring the thunder element when casting other spells.

It is completely a state collapse.

If it's an attack spell, it's not a big problem. Let his spell have electric shock and paralysis effects, making it more sharp against the enemy.

But if it's a non-offensive spell, then Barbie will be buckled.

For example, when you use it to clean up, the furniture is indeed cleaned, but the furniture is also full of small pits that were burnt out.

For example, the floating spell, after floating the item, the surface of the item will also be slightly damaged.

Shaw didn't know how to restrain the magical power of the thunder element, but he knew that people with high magic, such as Grindelwald and his like, could freely control the more destructive black magic like Fiendfire.

Therefore, in addition to studying normally, Xiao Er has been looking up relevant content in the library recently, but unfortunately he has not gained much.

Slowly, the time passed quickly. One week before the start of school, at three or four in the afternoon, Xiao Er was still practicing magic spells in the underground practice room, and Kreche suddenly came to report.

"Principal Dumbledore is visiting and is waiting in the square."

Chapter 11 Funeral

After hearing Krecher's report, Shalton paused and put away his wand. He knew that Dumbledore should have got the fake locket and Regulus' body.

Walk quickly to the gate, and when you open the door, you will see Dumbledore with a tired expression and a coffin.

Dumbledore was obviously busy for a long time, the wrinkles on his face became more profound, and his hair and beard were not well taken care of.

It seems that Voldemort's restriction is not so easy to break, and I don't know if Dumbledore drank the poison himself this time.

Xiao Er didn't care about these things, all his eyes were now focused on the coffin.

Although I have always had no sympathy for Regulus, a cheap father, at this moment, an unspeakable feeling hit my heart, and my throat began to choke.

When the system selected his identity, his blood had already been replaced, so strictly speaking, he was indeed the son of Regulus, no matter how he calculated, Regulus would have to have a child at the age of 16, what a fool.

Dumbledore looked at Shaw, whose eyes were red. He already understood the general situation, and a hint of distress flashed in his eyes.

A Voldemort, I don't know how many families have been destroyed.

"Son, your father was a hero. Don't feel bad. He did a great service to the wizarding world, and death is just another great adventure."

Shaw walked to the coffin and stroked the coffin with his hand, but he didn't have the courage to open the lid. He murmured softly about his father a few times before turning back to Dumbledore.

"Thank you, Professor, could you preside over my father's burial?"

Dumbledore opened his mouth, and wanted to ask about the locket first, but seeing that Shaw was so sad, he sighed and nodded.

"it is good."

Dumbledore thought for a while and said again.

"Do I need to call more people to watch the ceremony? It's better to justify your father's name in public. His heroic name should not be buried."

Xiao Er was startled, and after thinking about it, he shook his head and refused.

"No, it's not necessary yet. My father died because of Voldemort, but Voldemort is not dead, so I will use my own power to completely kill Voldemort before I can declare to everyone the greatness of my father."

Even though Dumbledore's mentality was as stable as Mount Tai, he was shocked for a moment after hearing this.

"Shor, you, what do you know?"

Xiao Er said blankly: "Horcrux!"

Dumbledore narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Son, tell me, everything."

Shaw pulled the Slytherin locket from his pocket.

"Professor, this is Voldemort's Horcrux, which was destroyed by my father, so I know that Voldemort was not completely dead 11 years ago."

Dumbledore took the locket and studied it carefully. Based on his experience, he quickly determined that the locket was made into an extremely evil black magic prop.

Shaw's words also confirmed his previous speculation that Voldemort was not dead, Dumbledore said slowly.

"You are a sensible child, and it is indeed inappropriate to justify Regulus' name now, but don't worry, I will use my name to vouch for Regulus, at least revoking his arrest warrant."

Xiao Er bowed slightly in thanks.

"Thank you Professor."

Dumbledore reached out and rubbed Shaw's hair. He was actually very happy in his heart. Regulus died to destroy Voldemort, so his child was naturally his ally. Before, he was worried that this extremely talented child would go astray. Now I feel relieved a lot. In the future, I will guide and care for each other more, and I can't make mistakes again.

Under the evening sun, a remote but beautiful suburb, this is the exclusive cemetery of the Black family.

Shaw put down a bouquet of white lilies in front of Regulus's grave, and vowed in his heart that he would do something, while Krecher was already crying so hard.

Dumbledore patted Shaw on the shoulder as he watched the sky darken.

"Oh, boy, it's time to go back."

"Okay, Professor."

The three teleported back to Grimmauld Place, and Dumbledore handed Shaw the fake Slytherin locket.

"You take this, keep it as a souvenir, I need to keep the real one, and it will be used as evidence to help your father justify his name in the future. By the way, please keep the Horcrux matter a secret."

Xiao Er did not object, silently put the locket in his arms, and invited politely.

"Professor, please come to my house as a guest. I know some Chinese delicacies. You have done so much for me and my father. I can only express my heart. Please..."

Dumbledore interrupted, shaking his head.

"Let's wait another day. School will start soon. As the principal, I have been absent from work for many days. If I don't go back to school, your Professor McGonagall will come after me."

"Okay, that's only next time."

Dumbledore winked at Shaw before leaving.

"The Black family has a lot of books. You are still young now. I suggest you try not to read those books about black magic. It is not conducive to your growth. Boy, goodbye."