The Magic Throne at Hogwarts

But thinking that Old Nott would have to deliver the goods in a few days, he tentatively said.

"But this man is a bastard, but do you know who he is?"

Shaw gave Lucius a meaningful look.

"It doesn't matter. At our level, killing one or two of the opponent's mad dogs is harmless and does not damage cooperation."

Lucius couldn't help swallowing a few mouthfuls of saliva. These words not only implied a warning, but also showed that Shaw knew that Old Nott belonged to the Dark Lord.

But still so unscrupulous, what does this mean?

Sure enough, these power holders are all a virtue.

Xiao Er gave Lucius no time to think about it, and directly ordered.

"Go find some blank magic contracts. I remember that the Nott family seems to have entrusted me with a lot of property for the Black family. It's time to pay it back."

Lucius looked pitifully at the miserable old Nott, this is the fate of ignorance.

He hurried to the study to get the contract.

Xiao Er listened to the old Nott's howling, which was a little harsh, but he was not a pervert, and he would enjoy this kind of sadistic pleasure.

With a wave of his hand, an electric current injected into Old Nott's back, artificially paralyzing him.

The effect is also surprisingly good.

Old Nott immediately stopped howling, but trembled violently. He looked at Shaw in horror, but he still didn't forget to stammer and speak harshly.

"Small, little bastard, you will die, black, the Dark Lord will kill you!"

"Oh? That's it? Your reliance seems to be my defeat."

"You fart, the invincible Dark Lord will not lose, he will not die! Kowtow and confess to me!"

Xiao Er didn't expect that this lunatic really didn't wink at all, and couldn't see the current situation clearly?

Don't you know that those who know current affairs are heroes?

"Snapped!"

So he snapped his fingers handsomely.

The electric current in Old Nott's body changed the simple paralysis effect into a full range of electric shocks.

"Ah, ah, ah, ah."

Old Nott immediately slanted his mouth and eyes, froth flew around, and his limbs twitched.

When this guy was trembling, he didn't forget to tighten his legs, fearing that he was about to be incontinent by the electric shock.

Xiao Er felt that it was almost done, and snapped his fingers again, and the punishment ended.

Asked kindly again.

"Have you taken it?"

It took a long time for Old Nott to breathe, but he was still stubborn.

"Shet! You bastard..., ah, ah, ah, ah...."

Before he finished speaking, he snapped his fingers.

"Have you taken it?"

"Damn it! Kill me now if you have the ability, or I will let the master kill you later, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah."

……,…….

Shaw admired the willpower of Old Nott, so he could only settle for the next best thing, and he couldn't really kill him.

"Are you convinced? It's okay to be convinced in the face but not in the heart."

"Dream, ah, ah, ah, ah."

Lucius, who had already returned with a blank contract, looked at this scene and felt that both of them were perverts.

The tormenting eyes are silent, and the tortured mouth is stubborn and vows to die.

However, there is a limit to human will. Half an hour later, the inhuman old Nott, whose hair stood on end and whose limbs were twisted, finally "succumbed".

And signed a property return contract.

Shaw didn't mean to swallow the Knott family's property, it was all Theodore's.

Shaw handed the contract to Lucius casually.

"It's still up to you to take care of it."

Lucius narrowed his eyes, before he had time to think about it, he quickly accepted the contract respectfully.

"Yes."

Xiao Er looked at Lucius at this time, and he already looked like a subordinate.

Sure enough, when there are chicks, this Wei Li is fast.

Shaw returned to the dining table and smiled at Narcissa and Draco who were dumbfounded.

The smile is warm, like a spring breeze.

But in the eyes of mother and son, it was terrible.

It wasn't long before Narcissa came into contact with Xiao Er that she realized that Xiao Er was such a moody and vindictive person. Fortunately, she jumped up early.

And Draco had the deepest feeling and the most complicated mood, as if he only knew Shaw now.

However, he vaguely guessed why Shaw punished Old Nott, and he couldn't help but clenched his little fist, envious of Theodore for a moment.

Afterwards, Lucius sent Old Nott to St. Mungo's. As soon as Old Nott, who was lying on a floating stretcher, came out of the courtyard, he yelled for Lucius to take him to see the Dark Lord.

Lucius ignored the idiot.

In the restaurant, Shaw watched the two leave without worrying that Old Nott would vent his anger on Theodore when he returned home.

Shaw dared to bet that the old Nott dared domestic violence, and now Theodore would definitely fight back and win.

Narcissa entertained Xiao with an awkward expression.

Draco has been silent all the time, what he saw and heard just now made him understand why his father would attack him with those cruel adult thoughts.

This Christmas, too deep.

Xiao Er didn't stay long, and left after dinner.

Before leaving, he looked at the disheveled Draco and patted him on the shoulder with a smile.

"Merry Christmas and hope for a new year with a new you."

Chapter 109

"Oh, I'm really troubled recently. The professors have too much homework, and they are so tired after the holidays."

"It's all the fault of that Xiaoer. Whoever he thinks he is, the principal doesn't ask us to do so."

"But what can I do, Xiao Er is so powerful now, I, an ordinary student, can only bear his oppression obediently."

In the study, Shaw wrote a diary in Tom Riddle's diary with a quill pen.

Pretending to be a mediocre student.

Xiao Er didn't respond when he saw the diary, but he still felt a wave of spiritual thoughts sweeping over him.

Xiao Er didn't take it seriously, and his expression was still in place, with a look of bitterness and hatred.

I complained a few more words in the notebook, but still didn't get a response, so I put the notebook into the ring, which cut off Little Tom's spiritual exploration.

For the mentally healthy young version of Voldemort, one must have enough patience to kill him with one blow, break through his spiritual defense, and successfully control his soul.

At this time, just like communicating with Grindelwald, you have to fight for acting skills and patience.

Afterwards, Xiao Er took out the latest New Year's congratulatory letter sent by old fans, opened it and looked at it.

[Dear Mr. Black, Happy New Year. 】

[In the new year, the magic world is not too peaceful.

The development of the Muggle world now seems to be non-interfering with the magic world, but it is true.

The powerful Soviet Ministry of Magic was also torn apart under the influence of the Muggle government, and there were suddenly countless Ministry of Magic in Eastern Europe, causing all kinds of chaos for a while.

Some people are happy and some are sad. The boiling sound of the Magic Congress of America almost broke the secrecy law, but the European countries are very distressed.

This vicissitudes of life reminds me of the difference between good and bad.

To a good man, a murderer is a bad man.

To animals, we are all bad.

For the whole of nature, is there really a difference between good and bad?

How about zooming in to the entire starry sky?

The difference between a good person and a bad person is nothing but the opposition of positions.

What do you think is the difference between good and bad for a visionary superior?

……,…….

Your dearest fan, Pierre Rouget. 】

When Xiao Er finished reading the letter, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly.

Xiao Er naturally paid attention to the great changes in the superpower in the north, but he got rich too late, and it was too late to intervene.

Although it is not impossible to intervene now, it is not necessary.

One is that Grindelwald's voodoo party must have intervened, and sooner or later these achievements will be his own.

The second is that with Albert's investment in those emerging industries, coupled with his continued investment in the future, it is enough for him to sit on the chess table to participate in the situation in the Muggle world.

So there's no need to pick up this wool.

Xiao Er took the blank letter paper and thought for a while about the good and the bad. This is indeed a grand proposition.

For those in high positions, it is worth discussing and discussing.