Hogwarts: I am the White Demon King

Sebastian accepted Agimbar's invitation, and the two walked slowly along the Black Lake, the cool lake breeze bringing a hint of chill.

"Mr. Agimbar, thank you for taking the time out of your busy schedule to attend Headmaster Dumbledore's funeral."

"It's the least I could do," Agimbar nodded slightly, his tone tinged with heaviness. "Albus dedicated his life to the magical world. It is only right that I come to see him off on his final journey."

He stopped and turned to gaze at the white marble tomb on the shore of the Black Lake not far away, his eyes deep, his face full of complex emotions. He was silent for a moment, finally sighing, his tone filled with undisguised emotion and helplessness.

"That old codger, Albus, just suddenly threw everything aside. He's carefree now, but the mess he left behind... Ugh..."

Agimbar shook his head gently, a hint of weariness flashing in his eyes. As the President of the International Confederation of Wizards, he appeared to be in a glamorous position, but in reality, his daily life was a battle without gunpowder. He needed to coordinate the conflicting interests of wizards from all over the world.

Many people thought this was an enviable position, but only Agimbar himself knew how much it cost him.

Countless meetings ended late into the night, countless negotiations broke down unhappily. The forbearance he showed when facing disputes, the self-blame he felt when facing failure, all became heavy burdens on his heart.

And Dumbledore, the dear friend who could always step forward at critical moments to share his burden, had now left forever.

"Mr. Agimbar, the Headmaster was tired, he needed to rest," Sebastian sighed softly, his eyes filled with understanding and sympathy.

Old Dumbledore's feigned death had a huge impact on Agimbar. Sebastian could foresee that the International Confederation of Wizards would be in complete chaos, and Agimbar's pressure would only increase.

The two continued along the lakeside, the wind rippling the surface of the lake. Agimbar narrowed his eyes and turned to look at Sebastian.

"After Albus's death, the position of British representative to the International Confederation of Wizards is vacant again," he paused and continued, "Did you know? Sebastian, Albus once recommended you to me as his successor."

"I also contacted Minister Bones, but she hasn't given me a formal reply yet. Taking this opportunity, I would like to ask, are you willing to become the British representative to the International Confederation of Wizards?"

British representative?

So that's what this is about. A trace of understanding flashed in Sebastian's eyes. He had just heard Amelia mention this yesterday.

Unfortunately, he had no interest in becoming the British representative. Or rather, what he was really interested in was not just the position of representative.

Therefore, Sebastian shook his head gently and politely declined Agimbar's invitation.

"Why?" Agimbar frowned in confusion. "After becoming a representative, you can participate in many proposals and votes that will determine the direction of the magical world. You can also vote to decide the election of the President of the International Confederation of Wizards, and even have the opportunity to become the President yourself."

"Sebastian, this is not only good for you, but also for Swan Alchemy behind you. You should know what aspects I am referring to."

Sebastian curled the corner of his mouth. Of course, he understood the deeper meaning of Agimbar's words.

One of the core responsibilities of the International Confederation of Wizards is to maintain the Statute of Secrecy and have the final right to interpret it. This is not only the cornerstone of the balanced order of the magical world, but also the focus of countless disputes and games between the wizarding worlds of various countries.

If he could personally participate in it, Sebastian would not only have more say in the decision-making process, but also be able to fight for a more relaxed and favorable policy space for Swan Alchemy. This meant that Swan Alchemy's products could create more legitimate products and enter more markets, reaching a wider range of magical needs.

And behind this was a huge opportunity to change the business landscape, countless Galleons.

"Mr. Agimbar, I understand what you mean, but I'm still not interested in becoming the British representative."

"Don't be in a hurry to refuse, Sebastian, becoming the British representative also has great benefits for your personal reputation."

Agimbar persuaded again: "The magical image of your great battle with the Dark Lord in the skies above Hogsmeade has spread throughout the magical world. After Dumbledore's death, you are the only one who can confront him head-on. It can be said that everyone is looking forward to your arrival."

"I can guarantee that if you lead everyone to successfully defeat the Dark Lord, you will definitely gain the same prestige as Dumbledore. At that time, the position of President of the International Confederation of Wizards will be yours."

Thinking of the Dark Lord, Agimbar's heart felt blocked.

What troubled him most was that Dumbledore's death had triggered a series of chain reactions, and the Dark Lord and his followers had all become more rampant.

He needed Sebastian to join the International Confederation of Wizards and stand in front of the stage to give the people of all countries more confidence.

"The position of President of the International Confederation of Wizards..." Sebastian smiled slightly, "That is very attractive to me, but I don't want to wait that long."

"Of course, more importantly, I will be very busy next, and I really can't spare the time to take care of that representative position."

Hearing this, Agimbar paused slightly.

Good fellow, why make so many excuses? He has his eyes on my position and is waiting for me to take the initiative to give way!

After seeing the scene of Sebastian's great battle with the Dark Lord, Agimbar knew very well that he and his people were no match for these two. Even elite Aurors were not enough in front of these two.

Therefore, as long as he could get Sebastian to stand in front of the stage, he could negotiate even if he gave up his position.

"Sebastian, there is no precedent for directly becoming the President without being a representative," Agimbar gritted his teeth, "However, I can abdicate and give way to someone more capable, and I am willing to fully support you."

"I'm sorry, even so, I don't want to become the President now," Sebastian smiled apologetically.

This...

Agimbar was extremely depressed. Even this wouldn't work. Then what are your conditions?

"Mr. Agimbar," Sebastian stated in a deep voice, "I am a businessman, so I particularly dislike systems with low feedback efficiency."

"You also know what the International Confederation of Wizards is like, endless meetings, endless arguments. If it is a time of peace, it is nothing, after all, there are too many countries, and everything must be negotiated and compromised."

"Unfortunately, now is a time of war, and efficiency must be the top priority. At this time, we need a leader with the courage to make decisions, and we need an efficient system to implement the leader's decisions."

"I can become the President, but I need the International Confederation of Wizards to listen to my orders from top to bottom, instead of issuing proposals and then letting everyone meet to discuss whether my proposals are reasonable or not."

Sebastian showed a harmless smile.

"Mr. Agimbar, I am not like Dumbledore, I don't have so much patience to listen to everyone's arguments."

"If joining the International Confederation of Wizards is just for those endless meetings, I might as well stay in the British magical world and deal with the Dark Lord alone."

Deal with the Dark Lord alone...

You definitely don't have any problems here, but other countries will suffer.

Agimbar rubbed his eyebrows helplessly. He knew the problems of the International Confederation of Wizards, but he also knew that no one would agree to Sebastian's request, even with his support.

"Alas..." He did not continue to force Sebastian, but just sighed heavily and left Hogwarts wearily.