Hogwarts: I am the White Demon King

Seeing Sebastian constantly scanning around, the Dementors seemed provoked and slowly surrounded him.

"What's going on, wizard? What are you looking at?!"

"His behavior is suspicious. Could he be Sirius Black in disguise?!"

"Even if he's not Sirius Black, he could be a spy sent by him."

"Why bother with all that? I say we suck on him a bit first!"

As the Dementors approached, the air brought with it a chilling aura that made spines tingle.

Sebastian didn't feel the slightest discomfort from this icy coldness. Instead, he raised an eyebrow, watching them slowly approach him.

When the Dementors were only five meters away from him, he gently waved his wand.

Instantly, a dragon composed of silver light burst from the tip of his wand, pinning the Dementor that had been shouting the loudest beneath its claws.

You were the loudest just now.

Considering the Ministry of Magic's reputation, I'll be generous and let the Patronus entertain you.

Sebastian tested the voice translation function. Immediately, a strange and distorted voice came from the mask on his face.

"This dragon is yours to suck on as you please! Don't be shy, suck boldly!"

Sensing a fatal threat, the Dementors scattered in all directions, no longer as arrogant as they had been moments before.

"That's the Patronus that mysteriously attacked us two months ago!"

"We're just guarding the gate. Why does he have to be so ruthless?"

"Since that's the case, let's swarm him. I don't believe he can kill us all."

"Hold on, did you hear that? The wizard just spoke our language. Could he be an inspector sent by the Ministry of Magic?"

"Everyone!" Sebastian waved at the dark shadows filling the sky. "Come gather around, let's have a chat."

"Everyone just saw it. That guy on the ground attacked me first. I was only acting in self-defense."

"Believe me, I come bearing good intentions."

Good intentions?

Yeah right!

The guy on the ground is almost tormented to the point of dissipation.

Hearing Sebastian's call, the dark shadows scattered even further apart, and some Dementors even considered flying to Hogsmeade to find the Aurors for support.

Seeing the Dementors being so uncooperative, Sebastian's face fell.

"What's wrong? Are you all being so disrespectful? Then I'll have to have my Patronus bring you down one by one."

In coordination with his words, the dragon Patronus gently flapped its wings, creating the image that it was about to rush into the sky to grab some unwilling participants, and incidentally stepped on the Dementor beneath it, making it even dimmer.

The Dementors felt like they were sitting on pins and needles, and they all obediently floated down, enduring the stinging pain brought by the Patronus, and surrounded Sebastian.

"That's right, on Hogwarts grounds, you still have to listen to the professor."

Sebastian nodded in satisfaction and began to actively talk to these evil creatures.

After all, his intention was only to recruit suitable teaching aids, not to bully the Dementors on purpose.

An interview was still necessary.

After a period of friendly communication, he had a deeper understanding of this special group.

These guys weren't as chaotic and disorderly as people imagined. They had a certain level of intelligence, could communicate with each other, and even used gang tactics.

However, although they were intelligent, their thinking was relatively simple. All they thought about all day was eating, eating, eating. They didn't even take the Ministry of Magic's task of catching Sirius Black too seriously.

Once the conversation started, the Dementors kept complaining about the Ministry of Magic's inhumane treatment and arrangements.

Compared to patrolling here, they preferred the comfortable life in Azkaban.

At least there, they didn't have to worry about being bullied by someone with a Patronus.

Moreover, since this year's Azkaban reform, they had been able to eat fresh, plentiful food every night after the prisoners went off duty.

Apart from not being able to suck the souls of the prisoners, they were living a happy life every day.

Unlike now, they were living a life of smelling but not eating, which was miserable.

Listening to the Dementors' complaints, Sebastian inexplicably felt a little amused.

These guys were all just simple gluttons, but for wizards and Muggles, their abilities were too evil.

After all, no one would like a guy who could take away happiness and leave behind pain and despair.

This contradiction based on physiological instinct was simply irreconcilable. Now it seemed that letting these guys guard Azkaban was the most suitable choice.

Otherwise, if these guys went crazy from hunger, they would indiscriminately attack everyone.

Thinking of this, Sebastian interrupted their complaints.

"We've chatted enough, let's get down to business."

"I'm here today to recruit an employee to help students practice the Patronus Charm."

"Room and board included, flexible working hours. The requirements are: weak, low combat power, and strong sense of responsibility. Is there anyone who meets the requirements? Step forward quickly."

This......

Although room and board were tempting, accompanying students to practice the Patronus Charm sounded like a torturous job.

Moreover, everyone was now a formal employee of the Ministry of Magic. Jumping ship to you felt a little embarrassing.

What's more, you also required them to be weak and have low combat power. In that case, how many Dementors would be willing to admit that they met your requirements?

Just as the Dementors were silent, a muffled voice sounded from under the dragon's claws.

"Master, wizard master, I am willing to work for you."

"I'm about to dissipate, and I definitely meet the requirements of being weak and having low combat power."

Hearing this, Sebastian raised his eyebrows and said casually.

"I almost forgot about you. Let me add another requirement: no hot tempers."

"As far as the students are concerned, I always feel that you are too dangerous. I'm really worried about leaving you here to guard the gate."

With that, the dragon Patronus exerted a little force, completely crushing the guy, turning him into a wisp of smoke.

Then, Sebastian looked around and controlled the dragon Patronus to fly into the sky, staring down at the Dementors.

"What's wrong? Are you still being disrespectful? I don't believe I can't find an employee who meets my requirements."

"Yes, yes!" the Dementors said in a hubbub.

"We are responsible for finding you a suitable employee."

"There are a few members of our clan patrolling a little further away. They can definitely meet your requirements."

With that, two Dementors hurried away and then returned with a Dementor who looked malnourished.

"Wizard Master, our brother has a very strong sense of responsibility and a very good temper. He has no complaints even when he is arranged to patrol in remote areas."

"Moreover, judging from his physique, he definitely meets the requirement you mentioned: weak."

Seeing this scene, Sebastian raised his eyebrows in surprise.

Yo—

What's going on? Do Dementors also engage in bullying?

The strong ones gathered at the gate, waiting for the students to pass by, secretly sucking a mouthful of happy emotions.

As for the weak ones, they were squeezed out to patrol other remote places.

Look at this little guy, he's so hungry that he's lost his shape.

Flying in the air, trembling like he's been electrocuted, he looks weak as can be.

Just right for the students to use for practice.

"It's decided, it's you! Don't worry, you won't go hungry with me."

Sebastian took out a special alchemical sack and stuffed it in.

"Alright, the recruitment fair is over, everyone can go home!"

With that, he put away the sack and the magical animal translator on his face, and returned to school contentedly.

Hehe!

Little wizards, your combat power testing teaching aid is here.

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