The Magic Throne at Hogwarts

Yes, maybe you can switch to Fox for a period of time, right?

Xiao Er felt that this idea was good, and he was in a good mood immediately, and took the purple shadow Apparation back home.

Back in the study, he put Ziying on the window sill to bask in the winter sun. Without further ado, he turned around the desk and took out the diary.

Adjusted to his personal state, pretended to be about to die of exhaustion, picked up a quill pen dipped in ink and began to write.

"Ah, I'm so exhausted! I finally finished the 30-inch spell homework."

"But what's the use of writing so much homework, I don't feel any stronger."

"It's all the fault of that bastard Xiao Er, damn it, my family is rich, why should I study?"

"Hmph, when I become stronger one day, I will beat him until he cries, and give him homework of a thousand inches!"

Xiao Er wrote this, and once again felt a wave of divine thoughts sweeping through his brain.

Xiao Er's Occlumency is at the full level, and he can fabricate memories.

But this little Tom's patience is really good, there is still no movement, it's very annoying.

But it feels like the other party can't hold it anymore.

Shaw wrote some more complaints, and the information also revealed that his family was good, his father was a Death Eater, and he admired Voldemort and other information.

It can be described as nine true and one false.

Xiao Er smiled and put away the notebook again, took out the alchemy materials from the drawer and started practicing.

The fifth-level alchemy talent is not covered, although the formal study time is not too long, after wasting a lot of low-level alchemy materials.

After learning from the principle of double-sided mirrors, he can now refine communication playing cards with a single function and convey simple messages.

It would be good to allocate this to the members of the outer thrones in the future.

While immersed in studies at Shore.

The international situation is really changing.

Nurmengard, that brightly lit conference room.

Weta was wearing a red windbreaker, looking elegant and capable. She was sitting in the first position with the first left hand.

While sifting through information on famous wizards in Britain, he listened to his saints report on the sudden addition of more than a dozen Ministry of Magic in the north.

"Ukraine, Lithuania and other Eastern European territories newly established high-level Ministry of Magic, secretly contacted us, hoping that we will support them to gain a firm foothold."

"Of course, these people are also making various bets, and there may be a possibility of defrauding funds. After all, we are not suitable for public activities now, so we need to be cautious."

"The Polish Ministry of Magic is too close to the turbulent area. After their Ministry of Magic failed to receive assistance from the International Association of Wizards, its minister has come to Austria and sincerely came to our rescue."

"I think this is a good opportunity. The international wizards are running out of energy. If we talk to the master, we can officially make a comeback."

"..."

Weta was distracted, while listening, he sorted out a stack of materials about famous wizards in England who might be recruited by Hogwarts next semester.

Since Weta entered the Tower, these government affairs were automatically handed over from Abernathy to her.

Abernathy's ability is more suitable for going out and performing tasks.

Seeing the completion of the reports by the saints, Vita took a pen and twirled it gracefully between his fingers.

After pondering for a few minutes, I wrote down my opinion on a piece of paper.

Then he handed the paper to Abernathy on the opposite side, his eyes became sharper, and he confessed.

"According to the above, the Polish Minister of Magic will disappear, and let him go directly to the Austrian Minister of Magic."

"Other things can use some of the contacts hidden in other Ministry of Magic. This sudden change of circumstances is an opportunity for our voodoo party to come back, but it should not be acted rashly."

"But we have already learned a lesson, so what we have to do now is to accumulate more power!"

Abernathy took the paper and looked at it, frowning slightly.

"Do you need to ask the master?"

Vita shook her head.

"No, he, there are more important things to do."

Abernathy understood what Weta meant!He could only shake his head helplessly, got up and took all the saints with him.

Weta bowed his head and continued to further sift through the list of famous British wizards.

Among them was a coquettish wizard smiling with eight white teeth.

Chapter 111

In Wiltshire, a few kilometers away from Malfoy Manor, there is another manor with a dark style.

It was built by the Knott family 300 years ago.

Today, Old Nott was just discharged from St. Mungo's hospital. It's not that he recovered from his injury, but that he was going to deliver goods to the Dark Lord at the designated place in the evening.

Old Nott returned home with his limbs still uncoordinated, and his eldest daughter, Gloria, was waiting at the door, and thoughtfully took the windbreaker he took off.

Old Nott glanced around the living room coldly, and asked very dissatisfied.

"Theodore, why don't you come to meet my father."

Gloria quickly explained.

"Dad, my brother is reading in the bedroom."

Old Nott glared at Gloria, then slapped her.

"Snapped!"

"You have learned to lie to me now?"

Gloria covered her bleeding mouth and faltered.

"Father, younger brother, younger brother is really reading in the bedroom."

"Humph!"

Old Nott gave her a sideways glance, and walked towards Theodore's bedroom. Gloria panicked.

He hurried forward to stop him.

"Dad, you just came back, you haven't eaten yet, I prepared a big dinner for you."

Old Nott felt angry, so he waved his hand violently, threw Gloria who was holding his arm to the ground, and went up and kicked his daughter.

"Eat, eat, eat, you will know how to eat. It is useless to have a pair of children like you!"

Gloria lay on the ground, enduring the pain and not daring to make a sound. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Theodore appear from the backyard with a white rabbit in his arms.

She looked terrified, and hurriedly mouthed to her younger brother to hide quickly.

Theodore looked indifferent, and he didn't care about the scene of domestic violence, as if he was used to it.

Zi Gu carried the little white rabbit to the sofa, took out some nuts and fed it.

When Old Nott saw his son appearing, he looked like a caring person again, and almost died of anger.

Rolling up her sleeves, she was about to hit her son. Gloria, who was lying on her stomach, quickly reached out and hugged her father's thigh, begging.

"Dad, don't hit brother, he, he didn't mean it, he will get better in the future."

Old Nott kicked hard, kicked his teary-eyed daughter far away, and hit a table with a bang.

Old Nott turned his head and cursed at Theodore again.

"You worthless thing, see if I don't kill you."

Theodore raised his eyes to look at the aggressive father, with an inexplicable look in his eyes, neither happy nor sad.

He waved his hand, and the white jade wand slipped from his sleeve to his palm, then pointed at Old Nott, and said coldly,

"Drill the heart and gouge out the bone!"

Seeing the white light coming, Old Nott felt as if he had seen a ghost, but before he could react, a pain like tearing his soul came.

"Ah! Ah!"

He howled miserably, and immediately fell to the ground and rolled over.

Theodore had no intention of continuing to torture his father, stood up holding the rabbit coldly, and came to his sister.

He squatted down and took a look at her injuries, took out some healing potions from a pocket, and poured them into Gloria's mouth very rudely.

Ignoring his coughing sister, he stood up and was about to go back to his room when he suddenly saw an exquisite ring with magical aura falling out beside his twitching father.

Theodore was familiar with this similar ring.

It was very similar to the alchemy ring on the chief's finger, and Theodore stepped forward to pick it up.

Reaching in and taking out a few items, I came out to have a look, and the indifferent expression couldn't help being a little more solemn.

As a child of a big family, he still has a bit of eyesight, and he recognized that these items were all rare and precious alchemy materials, the kind that had a price but no market.

Old Nott bowed his body, quickly staggered to his feet, and shouted nervously.

"Theodore, ahem, give me back the ring! This is the Dark Demon..., damn it, this is not something you can touch."

Theodore raised his head sharply and asked in a cold voice.

"Is this something from the Dark Lord? Have you contacted Voldemort?"

Old Nott's expression was twisted, and he pointed at Theodore.

"You idiot, how dare you call the Dark Lord by his name!"

Although Old Nott didn't admit it directly, Theodore also got the answer.

He directly put the ring in his pocket, and simply pointed at Old Nott with the white jade wand.

"Tongtong Petrochemical!"

Old Nott was stunned, his whole body was stiff, his skin was gray, and he fell straight to the ground.

Theodore didn't even look at it, and walked towards the gate with light steps. Before going out, he didn't forget to turn his head and say to his sister.

"You hurry back to Hogwarts."