Hogwarts: I am the White Demon King

Listening to Harry's simple and unadorned request, Sebastian immediately burst into laughter.

In the original story, this kid seemed to be all about looks, liking only the most beautiful girls in school.

Ginny, who he ended up with, was a universally acknowledged beauty, even Malfoy admitted it.

However, the little girl is only in her third year now and hasn't fully blossomed yet, plus she's Ron's sister, so she hasn't caught Harry's attention.

Malfoy was also rendered speechless by Harry's words.

"Your request is like saying nothing at all, let's talk when you have a specific target."

In a strange atmosphere, Sebastian ended the Occlumency training that night.

He waved his wand to tidy up the room, stretched luxuriously, and was just about to call Mia to go home when there was a knock on the office door.

"Enter!"

The door opened, and a black robe flashed in.

Looking at Snape's visit, Sebastian raised his eyebrows in surprise.

Yo—

This time is very private.

Severus is coming to me for a late-night chat, how novel.

Could it be that the matter he wants to talk to me about is also about the Yule Ball?!

He wouldn't be worried about finding a Yule Ball partner, would he?

In the original story, this guy went alone and then turned into a disciplinary prefect, frantically catching those young couples in love.

You know, even Moody, disguised as Barty Crouch Jr., went up and danced a bit.

Interesting!

In an instant, Sebastian's gossip soul was burning brightly, and he greeted him with a smile.

"A rare guest, Severus, don't say anything yet, let me guess what you're here for."

"Is it about the Yule Ball?"

Snape was stunned: "You can guess that? There is indeed a favor I need you to help with regarding the ball."

"Easy, easy," Sebastian rubbed his hands together, "I'll have Mia go home first, and then have the house-elves prepare some dishes and maybe some beer, we can talk while we eat."

"By the way, give me a hint first, who are you planning to ask to be your dance partner?"

Dance partner?

This stinky swan, always hitting where it hurts.

Do I look like someone who needs a dance partner?!

Besides, who is qualified to be my dance partner!

"What nonsense are you talking about," Snape frowned and said coldly, "What do I need a dance partner for?"

"Hey, didn't you say you wanted me to help you at the ball?"

"You misunderstood," Snape explained slowly, "Professor McGonagall instructed us heads of houses to teach the students how to dance, so they don't embarrass themselves in front of international guests at the Yule Ball."

"Many Slytherin students don't know how to ballroom dance, I need you to step in and teach them."

That's it...

I thought I was going to hear some earth-shattering gossip.

Sebastian was a little disappointed, he already knew this news.

"Why don't you go teach? Put on that suit of yours, it's sure to cause a sensation. It's a good opportunity to change your image in everyone's eyes."

This stinky swan!

Doesn't he know I don't like showing off?

Go teach students how to dance...

What is that supposed to be!

Do I not need my aloof image anymore?

If he didn't need something from the other party, he would definitely open his mouth and tear him to shreds.

Seeing Sebastian's lack of interest, Snape decisively said: "Consider it me owing you a favor."

Owe a favor?

This is acceptable.

Sebastian immediately said: "I am also a professor from Slytherin, I'll take care of this little matter."

Coincidentally, Professor McGonagall also invited Mia to help.

In that case, just teach together, and ask Professor Flitwick and Professor Sprout if they need help.

This is called social networking.

No sooner said than done, early Sunday morning, Sebastian contacted Professor Flitwick and Professor Sprout.

After receiving a positive response, he and Mia came to the school and simply set up a dance club, starting that night to teach the young wizards how to show off elegant dance steps at the ball.

This move instantly ignited everyone's enthusiasm, and the dueling hall, temporarily converted into a dance floor, was lively with laughter.

Even the clumsiest students could take a few decent steps under the patient guidance of the Swan couple.

Soon, this charming couple gained more love and attention among the students.

Not only because of their skilled dance moves and humorous teaching style, but also because of their kind and easy-going attitude, which made the young wizards feel unconstrained.

At the same time, Sebastian discovered that this upcoming ball seemed to be setting off an emotional storm at Hogwarts.

In the following week, there would always be little boys with complicated expressions secretly finding him to confide their confusion or depression.

Some didn't know how to invite the person they liked, some were worried about embarrassing themselves at the ball, and some were simply a little disappointed after being rejected.

Mia also welcomed many little witches, and their troubles were just as numerous.

Faced with these confusions, Sebastian and Mia were obviously skilled and highly specialized.

They unhesitatingly transformed into "emotional mentors", patiently listening to everyone's troubles and giving advice in a humorous and straightforward manner.

Sebastian would advise boys not to be discouraged by temporary rejection, and Mia would also tell little witches to be brave and not have to wait for boys to invite them, but to take the initiative.

Occasionally, the two of them would also act as matchmakers, helping those students who clearly liked each other but didn't know how to express it.

In just three or four days, the little wizards secretly gave Sebastian and Mia two new titles—emotional master and Cupid couple.

To make it easier for these little guys, Sebastian and Mia simply postponed their return home and only went back after curfew every night.

Thursday afternoon, just after dinner, Sebastian's office door was knocked again.

"Neville," Sebastian looked at the other party with a smile, "Quick, sit down, want something to drink? Pumpkin juice or cola?"

This was a student he liked very much, the two had a very good relationship, and there was nothing to be polite about.

"No need, Professor," Neville waved his hand, "I want to ask you to help a friend."

Help a friend?

I thought Neville also had emotional problems.

Sebastian said gently: "It's okay, just tell me, who do you want me to help?"

"It's Hannah, Hannah Abbott from Hufflepuff."

Hannah Abbott?

Neville's wife in the original story.

What's going on, are these two together already?

Sebastian became interested and gestured for Neville to continue.