Hogwarts: I am the White Demon King

Upon hearing Sebastian's question, a Slytherin student immediately raised his hand.

“The essence of the world is the law of the jungle, only absolute strength can allow oneself to live a dignified life.”

Sebastian nodded: “Well said.”

“Professor,” a Ravenclaw student raised his hand, “I simply like magic, I like to improve my strength, the sense of satisfaction brought by improving strength is unparalleled.”

“Having your own understanding, very good, what else?”

“Others will revere you, fear you, and not dare to provoke you.”

“Very reasonable, who can add something?”

“Professor Swan,” Hermione added, “I think strength is not just about combat power.”

“Like brewing potions well, having strong alchemy skills, etc., are all part of people's strength.”

“In the process of improving this kind of strength, we must invest a lot of energy in learning, therefore, our grades will also improve.”

“When entering society, we can enter better companies, such as Swan Alchemy, the Ministry of Magic, Gringotts.”

“After entering these units, high strength also helps to get promoted and get a raise, and live a better life.”

Sebastian smiled and nodded: “Good, Miss Granger, very comprehensive.”

He scanned around, meeting the gaze of all the students and said: “There is no correct and unique answer to this question, everyone has different understandings.”

“Here, I am happy to share my personal views with you.”

“On a smaller scale, improving our strength can increase our confidence, allowing us to face dangers more calmly, instead of entrusting our safety to the Aurors.”

“On a larger scale,” Sebastian paused, “wanting to improve strength is inseparable from constant research and learning.”

“This will broaden our horizons, allow us to go further on the path of magic, and at the same time allow us to obtain more choices, such as doing what we like.”

Sebastian paced back and forth on the podium, raising his voice as he spoke.

“Want to pursue power? Then while possessing political acumen, you better also have great strength, otherwise it will be difficult for people to obey a weakling.”

“Want to obtain money? Then choose a branch of magic to cultivate deeply, potions and alchemy are both good choices.”

“Some people will say,” Sebastian said with an exaggerated expression, “I am not good at handling interpersonal relationships, I just want to do research quietly.”

“No problem!” Sebastian waved his hand, “Then come to the Advanced Research Institute in Hogsmeade New Town, quietly be a scholar, research the mysteries of magic and then explore those unknown fields.”

“Great strength can allow us to do many, many things, we can use human transfiguration to adjust our appearance, we can use potions to extend our lives.”

“It can allow us to go up mountains, down to the sea, find secret treasures, travel the world... even explore outer space.”

“Of course, there is another possibility,” Sebastian said with a half-smile, meaningfully, “great strength can also make the world submit to your will, tremble for your every decision, and change the pattern because of your existence.”

Listening to Sebastian's inspiring words, the students' original impetuousness and confusion were quickly swept away.

Their eyes became eager and firm, staring at Sebastian, even their breathing became much heavier.

“Students, the right to choose is a very important thing.”

“I hope that when you face various choices, the criterion for judgment is whether I am willing, not whether I can.”

“Good!” Not knowing which student took the lead, the students cheered and applauded Sebastian.

Harry clapped his palms red, he was now filled with enthusiasm, wishing he could immediately go down to ten more dungeons.

“Back to the main topic.” Sebastian stretched out his hands and pressed down, letting the little wizards quiet down again.

“Here I want to announce a piece of news, next Friday, that is, the evening of October 30th, we will welcome representatives from the other four magic schools.”

“The afternoon classes will end half an hour early, so that everyone can send their textbooks back to the dormitory, and then put on their school uniforms and come to the castle to gather, to show the guests the demeanor of Hogwarts students.”

“After that, a grand welcome banquet will be held.”

“Specific details will be posted on the notice board tomorrow, now let's continue our dueling club.”

The little wizards dispersed in a hubbub, and began to focus on the training in front of them.

This news was like a bomb, stirring up ripples in Hogwarts.

The students clearly realized that the Triwizard Tournament was no longer just a topic discussed in their mouths, but was really about to arrive.

The would-be champions calmed down and made their final efforts, while the other little wizards were not idle either, they kept guessing what the projects in the Triwizard Tournament would be.

And, who can become the champion representing Hogwarts.

The students of each house hoped that someone from their own house could stand out and become a member of the champions.

Among them, the most popular were those who had the best record in the canyon.

The house-elves of Hogwarts were also busy, in addition to their daily work, they were also responsible for cleaning the entire castle.

Those portraits that had not been cleaned for a long time were taken down from the walls by the elves one by one, and only after they were cleaned, without seeing even a trace of dust, would they be re-hung in their original positions.

Those armors along the corridor, which were originally dim, were also polished to a shine, almost every metal surface reflected a bright reflection, and some little wizards even used them as mirrors.

A new round of decoration also began inside and outside the castle, and the Great Hall, as the top priority, was even more焕然一新.

The walls of the Great Hall were covered with silk banners representing the four houses, as well as Hogwarts, and there were traces of magic everywhere.

The professors also began to get nervous.

In order not to lose face in front of the representatives of other schools, they began to regulate the words and deeds of every little wizard, and if anyone was unkempt, they would be deducted points and severely reprimanded.

In the last Transfiguration class, Professor McGonagall rarely flew into a rage.

Because Seamus once again caused an explosion while practicing the Switching Spell, blowing him and Neville next to him into a disheveled mess.

“Seamus Finnigan,” Professor McGonagall's voice was extremely stern, “please be serious, don't do this in front of students from other schools, and let them see us as a joke.”

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Friday afternoon, October 30th, the air was filled with anticipation.

Everyone was waiting for the arrival of the other four schools, and the little wizards were even less in the mood to attend classes, and some students by the windows were frequently looking out the window, looking for any movement.

The school bell rang, and the little wizards were all excited to death, they rushed back to the dormitory as quickly as possible to put away their textbooks, and then put on clean and tidy school uniforms and came to the entrance hall.

The students lined up in neat rows, and then left the entrance hall under the leadership of the various deans and came to the open space in front of the castle.

The cold wind at the end of October could not affect everyone's enthusiasm at all, they kept discussing in what form the other party would appear, and even the reprimands of the prefects could not quiet everyone down.

After waiting for a while, a sharp-eyed student pointed to the sky and shouted.

“What is that?!”

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