The Magic Throne at Hogwarts

Xiao Er looked at Theodore in such a state of embarrassment and evil, but he didn't say much, and said softly.

"Are you happier?"

Theodore was stunned, then nodded.

"Happy."

Xiao Er smiled, not disliking Theodore for being covered in blood, and reached out to help him up.

"Just be happy."

As he spoke, he was about to take the 9 of spades from him.

"I'll give it to you after I fill the spell."

Theodore didn't let go, but squeezed the cards even tighter, shaking his head and pleading.

"Chief Xie, I want to add spells to Sequential Poker myself, is that okay?"

Xiao Er's expression flickered for a while, and he gave Theodore a cleanser to clean up the blood stains all over his body.

Then he put some white fresh on his wound roughly, and then asked as if nothing had happened.

"Oh? What spell are you going to use?"

Theodore's eyes were full of bloodlust, and he said without hesitation.

"Death Curse!"

Shaw secretly sighed. Given Theodore's hatred for this world, it was indeed a good choice to choose the Death Curse, and it might become a Natal Curse.

He was a bit anxious to say something, but he was not a person who experienced the pain of others, so it was really difficult to be qualified to persuade him.

Heart knots need time and care to heal slowly.

Xiao Er reached out to straighten Theodore's lapel, patted him on the shoulder, and finally agreed.

"Row."

There was a bright smile on Theodore's pale and stern face.

There was blood oozing from the corner of the mouth, but it was stained with a sincere smile.

Xiao Er did not persuade or warn, this great trust is more important than anything else.

He bowed and saluted Shaw.

"Don't worry, chief, I have a measure."

Shaw laughed too.

The clean smiles of the two teenagers were as warm and brilliant as the scorching sun rising in this dark and foul-smelling basement.

"By the way, where are the professors?"

Theodore asked suddenly after restraining his smile.

Shaw said indifferently.

"I met the professors upstairs and told them that Quirrell turned into Voldemort, and only the remnant souls were left after I killed them, so the professors hurried back to the hall."

Theodore's whole body was shocked, and his eyes were full of disbelief.

Xiao Er just gave him a task of walking the giant monster, and didn't explain the cause and effect, and he didn't need to know.

But at this moment, I heard that it was Voldemort who returned and was killed by the chief.

If you want to say who Theodore hates the most in this world, apart from his crazy and violent father, it is the powerful but dead Voldemort!

But now, the information in the chief's sentence is really huge.

Voldemort did not die, Voldemort returned, Voldemort was defeated by the chief, and Voldemort's remnant soul fled. . .

The most important thing is that the chief is already strong enough to kill Voldemort, so wouldn't he look useless.

Seeing that Theodore's eyes became a little depressed, Xiao Er rubbed his messy hair with a smile.

"Don't think too much, you are still young, the future is your stage."

Theodore felt an inexplicable force pouring into his whole body from the top of his head, making him warm, and then nodded firmly.

"I see."

Shaw glanced at the corner of Theodore's mouth that continued to ooze blood, and took out a bottle of healing potion from the ring.

"Drink it first, can you still go?"

Theodore took the potion and drank it, then shook his head.

"fine."

Knowing that this kid was very stubborn, Xiao Er nodded without saying anything, so he took the lead and walked towards the exit.

Theodore resisted the pain in his chest, straightened his back and followed.

Inside the hall, it was dilapidated and dark. The four long tables were already piles of broken wood. The candles suspended in the sky were basically extinguished.

After the professors came to the hall, they couldn't help taking a breath when they saw the tragic scene and the dismembered Quirrell.

"this…….."

Chapter 92 The Scary Surprise of Halloween

Seeing the scene, Mag took a breath and almost exploded.

After understanding the general situation with the gloomy Snape, his face became even more ugly.

It was both shock and fear.

McGonagall and Flitwick went forward to check the shriveled corpse of Quirrell.

Professor Sprout hurried to check if the little wizards were injured, but he was immediately dragged by the little wizards who had been beaten like chicken blood, making all kinds of noises.

"Professor, you don't know, just now Vice President Xiao was really amazing."

"Professor, woohoo, I'm terrified, but luckily the chief is here..."

"professor,……."

These little wizards are only short of turning Shaw into Merlin.

The dean of the badger yard looked helpless, and didn't answer, and patiently pulled the little wizards over to check.

Next to Quirrell's body.

Mag was quite prepared, but he didn't expect things to take a turn for the worse.

Flitwick's heart is quite complicated, and Quirrell can be regarded as his proud student, such a smart person.

Unexpectedly, he turned to the Dark Lord and lurked into Hogwarts, threatening the safety of little wizards at all times.

Now that I'm dead, I heard that I couldn't say a last word until my death, and I don't know whether the other party was coerced or voluntary.

Flitwick was both pitiful and terrified, and said indignantly.

"Is the mysterious man crazy? If you dare to do something at Hogwarts, the headmaster won't, er, the headmaster isn't here."

Then he patted his chest again.

"Ah, fortunately, fortunately, Xiao Er blocked it."

Mag pursed his lips, stood up and transformed into a coffin to enshrine Quirrell's body and head.

After Professor Sprout confirmed that no one was injured, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Then he ordered the prefects to take the students back to their respective lounges, then dragged a few eloquent students, and hurried towards the principal's office with Snape.

She had to tell the headmaster to come back quickly, stop wandering outside, and inform the Ministry of Magic.

After they left, the students who were excited above returned to the lounge.

Under the auspices of Alice, a lot of seats were moved and placed around the big pit, and the two talkative deans were pulled in to start the Halloween dinner again.

Oh, and a lot of unused small animals were sent to the kitchen as ingredients.

After a while, rich delicacies and game appeared on the table again.

The students ate delicious food and excitedly told what they had just seen, and those "peripherals" were even more honored.

Shore's admirers grew exponentially.

On the contrary, seven or eight little pure-blooded snakes shivered and slipped back to the dormitory after their dreams were disillusioned, ready to immediately report what had just happened to the family.

......

It was night, in Nurmengard, when Dumbledore was having a drink with Grindelwald, he suddenly received an urgent message from Phoenix Tail.

Under Grindelwald's surprised gaze, Dumbledore hurriedly called Fox without explaining anything, and disappeared in the firelight.

Grindelwald was stunned for a moment, looking at the empty seats and the table full of unfinished food, his expression slowly became gloomy.

"Come on, go and find out what happened at Hogwarts!"

......

It was night, Fudge Connelly, Minister of the British Ministry of Magic, was enjoying dinner with his family at home when he suddenly received a message from his subordinates.

Fudge grinned, thinking it was a holiday congratulatory letter from some subordinate who flattered him, and felt that his prestige in the Ministry of Magic was getting higher and higher.

But when he opened the letter, his face changed drastically after just a few glances, his fat body fell directly from the chair to the ground, and he started talking nonsense.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

"Voldemort is dead, yes, dead, dead!"

"Is this someone trying to subvert my rights?"

"Dumbledore, ah yes, I'm going to find Dumbledore and tell him someone wants to kill me!"

It wasn't long before Fudge became the minister, and his power was not stable. At this time, he was still very attentive to Dumbledore.

He got up, and under the surprised eyes of his family members, he ran to the fireplace before he even had time to put on his favorite hat.

In a flash of fire, it disappeared.

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