Hogwarts: I am the White Demon King

"Minister, you must stand up for me!" Just returning to the Defence Against the Dark Arts office, Umbridge dialed Fudge's magical mobile phone and began to incessantly lament the unfair treatment she had received since arriving at Hogwarts.

"I've never seen such a stupid fellow as you!" Fudge roared, interrupting Umbridge. "You are a professor, you have countless reasons to target Harry Potter, but you just had to pick the dumbest one."

"Why did you call him a liar? He spent half the summer at the Swan Manor, naturally absorbing things that would easily make him a troublemaker."

"Don't argue with him about anything. Just say he's disrupting the class and disrespecting the professor, then give him detention. No one can fault you for that."

"Isn't he on the Quidditch team? Just keep giving him detention so he can't participate in the matches. Once they lose a game, the students' spit will drown him."

"I understand, Minister," Umbridge nodded repeatedly. "But what if Harry Potter gets smart and stops disrupting the class?"

"More importantly, besides Harry Potter, I've noticed that most people at Hogwarts have no respect for the Ministry of Magic. As a mere Defence Against the Dark Arts professor, I really feel powerless."

As soon as she finished speaking, she heard a heavy breathing sound from the phone. After about ten seconds, Fudge's icy voice continued.

"The identity of a professor is a bit too small, inconvenient for you to flex your muscles. Endure it for a week. This week, I will issue a new Educational Decree, appointing you as the Hogwarts High Inquisitor."

"As High Inquisitor, you will have the power to review all professors, ensuring they meet the Ministry of Magic's standards. For unqualified professors, directly proceed with dismissal."

"Do you understand?" Fudge emphasized. "All professors!"

Umbridge understood. Fudge was dissatisfied with Sebastian's performance today and wanted her to take the opportunity to make things difficult.

Of course, Fudge certainly didn't intend to have her dismiss Sebastian, but he definitely intended for her to embarrass Sebastian.

However, Fudge thought too highly of her. Even if she became High Inquisitor, she wouldn't dare investigate Sebastian and his wife.

Unlike other professors, these two have other jobs besides being professors.

Mrs. Swan is a healer at St. Mungo's. After being dismissed, she would just return to St. Mungo's, with absolutely no impact.

As for Sebastian, he has such a large company, he doesn't care about a small professorship. If he gets angry, he'll just free up his hands to deal with us properly.

Umbridge muttered a few words in her heart. She didn't express anything, just quietly listening to Fudge's instructions.

"Dolores, you need to set up two examples among the professors, a wave of killing the chicken to warn the monkeys. It's best to pick Dumbledore's loyalists to start with, to let them see the majesty of the Ministry of Magic."

"As for the student aspect, don't relax either. You need to teach them to respect the Ministry of Magic. To that end, I will add another right to the High Inquisitor. You can flexibly add new Educational Decrees as the situation dictates."

"Even if Harry Potter can stop disrupting the class, I don't believe he won't violate a single Educational Decree."

"Also, one person's strength is still too weak," Fudge's tone became meaningful. "Hogwarts must have students who dislike Dumbledore and Harry Potter. You can carefully select some people who are loyal to the Ministry of Magic to form your team."

"Let them help you keep an eye on the happenings on campus. I don't need to teach you the specific details, right?"

"You always have a way, Minister," Umbridge was extremely excited, flattering Fudge on the other end of the phone. "Your simple two sentences of guidance have cleared away the clouds and revealed the sun. The magical world is truly blessed to have a leader like you, Merlin be praised."

As soon as the call ended, a suitable student figure appeared in Umbridge's mind—Draco Malfoy.

This young man is in the same year as the Savior, and they have most of their classes together, so he can help her keep an eye on the Savior's every move.

More importantly, because the Savior slandered his father, the two had a big fight and completely broke up. Moreover, judging from the Savior's attitude, there is obviously no possibility of reconciliation between the two.

However, Umbridge was not in a hurry to call Malfoy to her office. She planned to take this week to carefully observe whether there was really no possibility of reconciliation between Malfoy and the Savior, and also to select some other suitable candidates.

.................

While Umbridge was talking to Fudge, Harry Potter's name once again became popular throughout the entire campus.

The young wizards had never heard of any student daring to openly contradict a professor in class, and then, after being criticized, scaring the professor into running around the classroom under the pretext of a pure-blood duel.

The whole school was buzzing with this incident.

Everywhere, there were young wizards with beaming faces, endlessly recounting the thrilling scene in the classroom, as if they had each personally witnessed the whole process.

And these stories were embellished and exaggerated with each retelling.

In the end, it turned into this scene: Harry coldly snorted without any expression, and Umbridge cried and begged for mercy, asking Harry to spare her old life.

At the same time, the name of the Defence Against the Dark Arts club also reached the ears of all young wizards.

Initially, many students dismissed this club, especially those who held prejudices against Harry's reputation. They were unwilling to get involved with this constantly troublesome star, even if he was very good at Defence Against the Dark Arts.

But all of this changed after they attended Umbridge's class.

The boring and tasteless theoretical teaching made these people realize how foolish their previous thoughts were.

So, while cursing their own shortsightedness, they inquired all over the campus about how to join the Defence Against the Dark Arts club.

On Friday evening, the dueling hall was full of young wizards. Seeing this, Hermione didn't panic at all. She quickly divided the students into several groups according to their grades, arranged for the instructors selected from each grade to be responsible for teaching, and gradually carried out guidance according to the teaching plan.

The professors not only did not interfere with such a scene, but enjoyed it.

They shuttled between the various groups, patiently correcting the students' shortcomings, and providing professional advice to those young wizards who were eager to improve.

The Slytherin students were more interesting. They had completely divided into two factions. The faction represented by Daphne led most of the members to join the Defence Against the Dark Arts club.

While Malfoy led a small group of members, practicing alone in the corner of the dueling hall.

Sebastian didn't step forward to interfere, or rather, after the start of school, he didn't interfere much with the atmosphere in Slytherin House. He wanted to see what those students would do themselves.

Suddenly, the magical mobile phone rang. Sebastian went outside the dueling hall and answered the phone.

"Hello, Sebastian, the thing you predicted really happened. Do you want to come over?"