Hogwarts: I am the White Demon King

Fudge stood on the platform, looking radiant.

Hehe, this is a ready-made achievement.

From today onwards, whenever werewolves are mentioned, people won't forget that he was the first Minister for Magic to care about their lives.

Everyone can see how he is exhausting himself for the stability of the magical world.

Seriously, Sebastian is really good; he can always think of good things for me.

Moreover, his brain is so useful. Last time it was caring for dragons, this time it's caring for werewolves. Every time, he can think of new tricks.

At this rate, it wouldn't be surprising if he asked me to care for even more bizarre magical creatures next time.

It's a pity that Sebastian is the richest man in the magical world and doesn't care for a position in the Ministry of Magic, so he can't be fully used by me.

Otherwise, I would have to arrange for him to be a Deputy Minister of Magic and let him give me more advice.

But it doesn't matter. As Minister for Magic, I can open the door for Swan Alchemy.

I believe Sebastian can see my sincerity and reciprocate.

Fudge cleared his throat, looked down at the audience in front of him, and began to talk at length about the recent situation in the magical world.

"Ladies and gentlemen, in the past year, our Ministry of Magic has achieved many brilliant accomplishments."

He paused and glanced around. "First of all, we have achieved great victories in the fight against dark wizards."

"Under my leadership, our Aurors have successfully arrested one dark wizard after another."

A burst of applause and low murmurs erupted from the audience, and the reporters' flashes kept flashing.

Sebastian clapped boredly with an impeccable smile on his face.

This Fudge is really good at exaggerating!

He keeps boasting about his achievements, as if the magical world can't survive without him.

Damn it, tonight's theme is werewolves, and tonight is also a full moon night.

Wait a little longer, and the moon will rise. It would be fun if old Pete transforms into a werewolf and bites Fudge directly.

Finally, Fudge ended his boring speech and began to express concern for the werewolf wizards with a worried look on his face.

I have to say, as a qualified politician, Fudge's acting is so natural.

If you only look at his current performance, everyone would think that he is a good minister who genuinely cares about werewolf wizards.

"As we all know, every full moon night, werewolves transform into wolf form and then lose their minds, attacking everything around them indiscriminately."

Fudge's tone gradually lowered. "Victims will be transformed into new werewolves, and the perpetrators are often not acting of their own volition."

"This situation has been troubling the magical world."

"Fortunately," Fudge changed the subject, his tone becoming impassioned, "our Potions Master, Mr. Damocles Belby, has invented the Wolfsbane Potion."

"And the Wolfsbane Potion can allow werewolves to retain their human rationality during transformation, so they no longer have to worry about harming others during the full moon."

"Of course, seeing is believing. Therefore, the Ministry of Magic invites everyone to witness this historic moment together."

"Now, let's welcome Mr. Damocles Belby."

Fudge looked down at the manuscript and said loudly after confirming the name on it: "And tonight's special werewolf guest, old Pete, to give you a demonstration."

Good heavens!

There are only five minutes left before the moon rises. Fudge is not wasting any time.

Sure enough, these standard politicians are all masters of time management.

Sebastian looked at old Pete beside him and nodded encouragingly.

After receiving Sebastian's signal, old Pete plucked up his courage and stood up, walking towards the platform.

Seeing old Pete in the crowd, the reporters turned their cameras one after another and took a lot of pictures of old Pete.

Among the reporters, there was a lady with glasses and exquisite makeup.

In front of her floated a Quick-Quotes Quill, writing something on the parchment without being controlled.

Woof Herbology?

Never heard of it!

It seems that these werewolves have gathered together. I wonder if they are plotting something.

This is big news!

My article will definitely be on tomorrow's front page.

It's a pity that the Daily Prophet has declined now; otherwise, I would definitely be able to earn a lot of money.

I want to see who is so brave to dare to sit with this werewolf, not afraid of being bitten by the werewolf.

Perhaps that person is the behind-the-scenes boss of Woof Herbology?

Otherwise, why would he be so bold?

Very good, this point must also be written in the article.

Although there is no evidence, it does not prevent me from making reasonable speculations in the article!

I am Rita Skeeter, and I have a responsibility to reveal some "truths" to the readers.

Thinking of this, she adjusted her glasses and looked excitedly in the direction of old Pete.

Suddenly, her gaze froze, and her whole body trembled.

What's going on?

Only the seat next to Sebastian Swan is empty.

Could it be...

He is the boss behind the werewolves?!!!

While she was hesitating, she suddenly saw Sebastian look at her coldly.

This glance pierced her heart like a sharp arrow. She felt her blood instantly coagulate, and a chill rushed from the soles of her feet to the top of her head, making her feel like she had fallen into an ice cave.

For a time, it seemed as if the whole world had stood still, leaving only those cold eyes infinitely magnified in her mind.

Don't look at me!

Don't look at me!

Why are you still looking at me...

Rita was a little崩溃, her eyes involuntarily avoided Sebastian, wanting to escape this moment of pressure, but found that she could not transfer her attention at all.

That's right!

My article!

Rita's face turned pale, and like being stung by a bee, she grabbed the Quick-Quotes Quill that was still writing the article.

Looking at the words on the parchment, Rita felt a wave of fear in her heart.

I can't write like this. If I really send this article out, that devil will block my door again tomorrow.

She picked up the parchment full of words and smeared large sections of it.

To sing praises, to praise the other party as an entrepreneur with the world in mind, who has made outstanding contributions to the stability and development of the magical world.

To praise, to praise the other party for creating a fair and just working environment for werewolves, allowing them to work with peace of mind and give full play to their talents.

To praise, to praise the other party for not stinting on money, being generous, and supporting various public welfare undertakings and social projects, making the entire magical world more harmonious and beautiful because of his existence.

Rita wrote more and more vigorously, and the whole person was immersed in it, and she couldn't even care about the press conference.

Seeing Rita's attitude, Sebastian nodded with satisfaction.

This Rita, she wanted to cause trouble again just now!

It seems that I have to beat her from time to time to be honest.

Thinking of this, Sebastian withdrew his gaze and ignored this jumping clown.

He looked at old Pete on the platform, looking forward to the official start of tonight's good show.

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