Hogwarts: I am the White Demon King

Karkaroff desperately wanted to deny everything before his eyes, constantly telling himself that the Patronuses dancing in the sky were nothing more than an illusion.

But the one-sided battle in the sky was a stark reminder that it was all too real to ignore.

Despite the large number of Dementors, a dark mass like an endless tide, they appeared fragile and vulnerable under the fierce impact of the Patronuses, scattered and fleeing like paper.

The Patronuses darted back and forth in the sky, causing the Dementors to flee in disarray, emitting strange wails wherever they went.

The silvery-white light shone in the sky, as dazzling as fireworks during a festival.

Karkaroff had a lot to say, but every word was stuck in his throat, unable to come out.

The corners of his mouth twitched uncontrollably, his mind filled with countless echoing voices.

How is this possible?

How is this possible?

Who can tell me what's going on with all these Patronuses in the sky?!

Are you sure these aren't being released by Hogwarts professors hidden among the students?

How did these students manage to do this?

And that silvery-white curtain covering all the spectator stands is formed by non-corporeal Patronuses.

We're all in the education business, how can you Hogwarts be so outstanding!

The scene before him completely overturned his understanding of the Patronus Charm. Glancing at the Durmstrang students who were still stunned, Karkaroff felt a tightness in his chest that almost prevented him from breathing.

He had to admit that his students had been completely crushed in this contest with Hogwarts.

Alas...

He sighed inwardly, filled with helplessness and a sense of defeat.

Dumbledore's expression was a little strange.

Initially, his anger was almost uncontrollable, furious that the Dementors, ignoring the agreement, dared to break into the school and wreak havoc during the Quidditch match, even attempting to attack the players.

If Sebastian hadn't stopped him, he would have really wanted to teach these guys a lesson.

But seeing the Patronuses dancing in the sky and Karkaroff's changing expression, Dumbledore's anger quickly subsided, replaced by a strange sense of satisfaction.

The corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up slightly, revealing an unfathomable smile.

Tsk tsk—

This feeling is as refreshing as drinking an ice-cold Coke on a hot summer day.

Ah!

That little comrade Karkaroff can't hold his breath at all. A few Dementors scared him so much that he couldn't sit still. He's still too young.

Didn't he see that many Hogwarts professors weren't worried?

Dumbledore looked at the students who were releasing their Patronuses with abandon, happily stroking his beard.

The little ones have been studying too hard. Let them have some fun.

Only by releasing the pressure can they study better next time.

However, the little ones are being quite ruthless. Some of the Dementors are being beaten to the point of disintegration.

That's not very good. After all, the Dementors are still official employees of the Ministry of Magic. It's enough to teach them a lesson. If they're really beaten to death, the Ministry of Magic won't be able to save face.

Thinking of this, Dumbledore stood up and instructed the professors around him, who were wearing proud expressions.

"The students are tired of fighting. Everyone, help them out and drive all the Dementors out, and continue today's Quidditch match."

Hearing this, Professor McGonagall immediately waved her wand, releasing a silvery-white cat to pounce on the Dementors in the sky.

Lupin smiled slightly, releasing a wolf-shaped Patronus, controlling it to drive the Dementors out of the school.

Professor Flitwick shouted excitedly: "This is so exciting, I can't wait any longer."

With that, he waved his wand, controlling his Patronus to pounce on the fleeing Dementors.

Mia did not release a Patronus, but went with Madam Pomfrey to check on the health of the players.

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As the professors' Patronuses joined the battle, the Dementors tried their best to escape this terrifying place.

The little wizards became anxious and shouted.

"The professors are stealing our monsters! Everyone, work harder!"

"Professors, please take back your Patronuses. There aren't enough Dementors in the sky to go around."

"Go, go, go! Don't let those Dementors escape!"

The little wizards who had released their Patronuses stopped joking around and focused their minds, controlling their Patronuses to launch a final assault on the Dementors.

In just that one attack, several Dementors were scattered and completely dissipated in the air.

The little wizards' clamor brought the stunned guests back to their senses.

The commentator's voice, filled with undisguised amazement, rang out again.

"Ladies and gentlemen! I have never seen such an incredible scene!"

"The Hogwarts students actually released Patronuses in the face of the Dementor attack!"

"Yes, ladies and gentlemen, you heard right. The students are using the Patronus Charm, a charm that even highly skilled wizards find difficult to use."

"It's unbelievable! So many students being able to cast the Patronus Charm at the same time is simply an unprecedented feat!"

"There are so many Patronuses in the sky, I can't even count the exact number."

The commentator's voice, filled with deep respect and pride, continued to praise: "Today's match may no longer be just a Quidditch competition."

"Hogwarts has once again proven to the world the educational heritage of a thousand-year-old school!"

As the commentator's passionate commentary continued, the little wizards' cheers rang out again, the sound waves sweeping across the entire stadium like a tide.

The cameramen conducting the live broadcast quickly manipulated the equipment, filming the audience stands and the spectacular scenes in the sky, busy as could be.

Everything that happened here was broadcast live on television throughout Europe.

Beauxbatons Headmistress Madame Maxime stood up abruptly, her eyes fixed on everything on the television screen.

"When did the Patronus Charm become so common?!"

"What magic is Hogwarts using to teach so many students the Patronus Charm?!"

She was filled with disbelief: "I thought Beauxbatons had surpassed Hogwarts, but now it seems there is still a considerable gap."

"As expected of a thousand-year-old school, terrifying!"

Not only Madame Maxime, but all the television viewers watching the live broadcast were deeply shocked at this moment.

Many Hogwarts graduates sat in front of their magic televisions at home, shouting frantically.

"I've only been graduated for less than half a year, and the professors have already come up with new tricks!"

"Motherf*cker! Are you telling me this is Hogwarts?! How come I didn't know that my juniors are so awesome?!"

"Why can so many third-year kids cast the Patronus Charm? You must be kidding me!"

"Merlin's Dementors, that little girl with the blonde hair is a second-year, right?!"

"Why didn't the professors teach us the Patronus Charm when I was in school?"

"Unfair, unfair!"

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The farce on the Quidditch pitch ended quickly. Under the referee's direction, the players flew into the sky again.

However, compared to before, the Durmstrang players seemed to have been hit hard, their fighting spirit lacking.

On the other hand, the Hogwarts players were all smiling and full of fighting spirit.

With this contrast, the Durmstrang players quickly lost the match, no matter how hard Krum tried, he was unable to turn the tide.

After a hasty lunch, they embarked on their return journey under Karkaroff's leadership.

Sebastian didn't go to see them off, but sat alone in the office, put on his translation headset and translation mask.

Then he opened the special alchemy pouch and let the teaching Dementor float out.

"Boss, should I work or should I eat?"