Hogwarts: I am the White Demon King

This flustered Damocles, who clumsily helped Old Pete up, stammering and at a loss for words.

"I... you... uh..."

Damocles's face was flushed red.

He devoted himself to potion research all day long, immersed in various complex experiments, and rarely interacted with people actively.

Unlike ordinary potion masters, Damocles never pursued fame or fortune; he had only one goal in his heart: to seek well-being for the werewolves.

Although his research results seemed unpopular in the potion world, he didn't care.

He understood that werewolves struggled at the bottom of society, living in poverty, largely because the harm caused by werewolf transformations was too great.

The emergence of the Wolfsbane Potion could solve this problem well.

It was a well-known fact that werewolves were penniless. Because of this, this potion could not bring huge profits, nor could it attract those peers who only cared about wealth and prestige.

Damocles was also well aware of this, and he never expected his research to bring him much wealth and glory.

Therefore, although he was a highly respected potion master, basically no one would take the initiative to visit him.

To put it simply, Damocles was a reclusive researcher with lofty pursuits.

He was clumsy and awkward in handling interpersonal relationships, often not knowing how to deal with the enthusiasm or hostility of others.

As if seeing Damocles's predicament, Snape took the initiative to step forward and said to Damocles.

"Damocles, I've looked at the potion recipe you gave me and found a significant problem."

Problem?

Receiving the keyword, Damocles's eyes lit up and he quickly looked at Snape.

They both came from Slytherin House, with Damocles being one year below Snape.

He admired Snape's potion talent very much. During school, they often discussed potion problems together.

Therefore, he was eager to know what problem Snape was talking about.

"I don't know if you've noticed," Snape's voice was as smooth as ever, "but most of the ingredients in your recipe are very expensive."

"For poor werewolves, they probably can't afford the cost of the Wolfsbane Potion."

Hearing this, Damocles frowned: "Indeed, I have also discovered this problem."

"So, my next research goal is to reduce the cost of the Wolfsbane Potion as much as possible. Severus, do you have any ideas?"

Speaking of professional issues, Snape became interested and discussed the ingredients in the recipe with Damocles, one by one.

These two...

Completely disregarding the occasion, they started discussing potions, ignoring everything around them.

As today's protagonist, Damocles had to socialize with other people and couldn't keep chatting here.

Sebastian shook his head helplessly and was about to interrupt the two when he heard a familiar voice not far away.

"Merlin's beard, look who these people are!"

"Sebastian, Severus, and today's protagonist, Damocles, are all talented young men who came out of Slytherin."

Sebastian grinned and looked at the person who made the sound. It was his old head of house—Horace Slughorn.

He, along with Dumbledore and Mr. Boton, the director of St. Mungo's Hospital, walked towards them with smiles.

"Albus, look, they are all students I taught. Aren't you envious?"

"Not at all," Dumbledore joked, "In my eyes, they are all students who came out of Hogwarts."

"Sebastian, is this Damocles the potion master you've been recommending?" Director Boton, although in his seventies, didn't look old at all and spoke with a strong voice.

"To be able to discuss the improvement of the potion recipe wholeheartedly in this situation is indeed well-deserved."

Director Boton was very interested in Damocles and directly pulled him into a conversation, praising his original intention of researching the Wolfsbane Potion.

In Director Boton's words, everyone quickly learned that every year there would be several patients who were bitten or scratched by crazed werewolves on the night of the full moon.

Although these patients would be taken to St. Mungo's Hospital, the healers could only treat their wounds bitten by werewolves and then watch them transform into werewolves.

Now, as long as the Wolfsbane Potion is promoted, the probability of being attacked by crazed werewolves will be greatly reduced.

Those kind werewolf wizards will also be able to slowly reintegrate into normal life.

While everyone was chatting, Sebastian secretly took Horace aside and put a can of beautifully packaged jackfruit preserves into his hand.

"Headmaster, this is a special premium preserve for you," Sebastian raised his eyebrows, "Please keep it safe."

Horace grinned from ear to ear, patting Sebastian's shoulder non-stop.

Sebastian whispered to Horace about the preparation of Felix Felicis, and after learning that it would be completed soon, the two returned to Damocles's side again.

Just as he approached the group, Sebastian heard Director Boton's strong voice.

"Albus, if the verification of the Wolfsbane Potion is successful, I suggest that we jointly initiate a nomination to win Damocles a Second Class Order of Merlin."

"No problem," Dumbledore nodded, "Damocles's contribution is completely worth an Order of Merlin."

Hearing this, Sebastian beamed with joy.

Nice!

Helping Damocles was not just to help him gain fame and introduce this hardworking potion master to more people.

More importantly, he wanted to help Damocles get a nomination for the Order of Merlin.

You need to know that to obtain the Order of Merlin, you not only need to make outstanding contributions to the magical world, but also need to find a nominator.

If the nominator is a recipient of the Order of Merlin, the approval efficiency will be greatly improved.

If there is no nominator, you can only wait for the Order of Merlin to automatically initiate the nomination. In that case, when it will be approved depends on fate.

Sebastian used his connections to invite many bigwigs from the magical world for this matter.

After Director Boton left, Sebastian directly took Damocles to other places in the hall and talked with many officials from the Ministry of Magic, and even members of the Order of Merlin.

Such a good opportunity is not available every day, so Damocles couldn't be allowed to discuss the recipe there, wasting this opportunity.

This meeting lasted for two full hours, until dusk, when a group of people rushed into the press hall outside.

Reporters were adjusting their magic cameras or preparing parchment and shorthand quills.

Aurors began to maintain order, asking people in the hall to take their seats as soon as possible.

Soon, Minister of Magic Fudge appeared on the podium of the press conference.

He cleared his throat and said cheerfully.

"Caring for the social life of werewolves and building a harmonious wizarding world."

"I declare!"

"The press conference officially begins."

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