Hogwarts: I am the White Demon King

Under the leadership of Algie Longbottom, the representatives of various countries hurried to Hogsmeade New Town.

However, to the representatives' dismay, they didn't immediately meet the person they most wanted to see on this trip—Sebastian. They could only follow the Aurors' guidance to visit and rest in the brand-new Ministry of Magic.

The Auror in charge of reception wore an impeccable smile and said respectfully, "Lord Sebastian is currently handling the final stages of the Gringotts relocation. He hopes to ensure that the magical world's financial system can resume normal operation in the shortest possible time. This concerns the stability of the entire magical world, and we ask for your understanding."

"I have already received a notice from Mr. Swann that he will completely finish the final work of Gringotts within an hour and come to meet you."

"Please wait here for a moment. You can tell our Ministry of Magic staff if you need anything."

The crowd exchanged glances, their shock evident.

They never expected that less than a day after the Death Eater attack on Gringotts, the British magical world had already begun the relocation of Gringotts and was about to enter the final stage.

This efficient response speed made these representatives from various countries feel ashamed.

Moreover, in their eyes, the British magical world was unusually quiet.

Britain, the Dark Lord's base camp, the most dangerous place in theory, was currently the most stable area in the entire magical world.

There was no harassment from Death Eaters, no large-scale attacks from Grindelwald's followers, and even the ordinary wizards on the street seemed orderly, not at all like they were experiencing a global crisis.

In comparison, their own countries were in complete chaos. This stark contrast made the representatives feel extremely complicated.

Drive away the Death Eaters?

Don't be ridiculous. The counterattacks hastily organized by the magic ministries of various countries were simply ineffective. Some small countries with few personnel didn't even dare to counterattack, let alone restore order to the magical world.

However, in this chaos, Grindelwald's followers launched large-scale actions, aggressively driving away the Death Eaters and occupying Gringotts in various countries, making the whole situation even more confusing.

Before coming to Britain, almost all the representatives had made emergency contact with their respective national Ministers of Magic. However, the news they received was invariably troublesome.

The Ministry of Magic was in chaos, the internal morale was low, the people's letters of complaint had piled up like mountains, many wizards demanded that the government take immediate action, otherwise they would revolt, and some wizards were even secretly preparing to move, with their destination being Hogsmeade New Town, where Sebastian was in charge.

After learning that the representatives wanted to invite Sebastian to take charge, these Ministers of Magic issued death orders, demanding that Sebastian be invited out no matter what.

"Envy, is this the deterrence of a powerful wizard?"

One representative sighed softly. His gaze swept across the street outside the window. The streets of Hogsmeade New Town were peaceful. Wizards were trading and talking normally, and children were playing and running in the streets, as if the world was still as usual, without any signs of impending disaster.

"If our country also had such a wizard, perhaps we wouldn't have to worry about the Dark Lord, nor would we have to worry about the Ministry of Magic being captured by Grindelwald's followers," someone said softly, his voice full of envy.

"Unfortunately, we don't," one representative sighed, a bitter smile on his face. "We can only pray that Mr. Swann doesn't abandon us."

Time passed bit by bit, and the delegation frequently checked the time, feeling that every second was extremely difficult.

Just as everyone was waiting anxiously, the door of the hall finally slowly opened.

Sebastian, in a dark robe, strode in. He scanned the conference hall, the corners of his lips slightly raised, and said lightly, "Sorry to keep you waiting."

Gringotts had been relocated, but there was still a lot of trivial work to be done to open the wizarding bank. Of course, all this work was Percy's responsibility. Sebastian didn't plan to interfere much and would just wait two days to inspect it.

After explaining some precautions, he slowly came to meet these representatives.

In fact, this was also intentional by Sebastian. He wanted these representatives to feel anxious and recognize their status, so as to avoid some ignorant guys using moral blackmail to annoy him later.

However, Sebastian was obviously overthinking it. Seeing the main character appear, the representatives immediately smiled obsequiously. The deterrence of the two Dark Lords was too strong. They really didn't have the guts to show off here, for fear that the other party would be unhappy and directly close the door and send them away.

"Of course, of course, we're not in a hurry."

"Yes, we just arrived and are still admiring the brand-new British Ministry of Magic. You are too polite."

In the crowd's compliments, Sebastian smiled slightly, knowingly asking, "I wonder what everyone is here to see me for?"

"Sebastian," Algie Longbottom walked up. As the leader of this group of representatives, he had to set an example. "We want to invite you to become the President of the International Confederation of Wizards and lead everyone to fight against the dark forces together."

"Inappropriate, inappropriate," Sebastian waved his hands repeatedly, his face full of resistance. "I'm too young and inexperienced. It's difficult to convince the public to become the president directly. Moreover, this is not in accordance with the rules. After all, I have never held a position in the International Confederation of Wizards, so how can I directly become the president?"

"Convinced, we are all convinced of you," the French representative immediately stated. "Whoever is not convinced, you can drive him away now."

"What rules or no rules," the Austrian representative was unwilling to be outdone. "What everyone agrees on is the rule."

"This is not very good," Sebastian looked tangled. "How can the president be appointed as soon as he is said to be? Isn't it necessary to wait for next year's election?"

"In extraordinary times, everything should be simplified. Now that the representatives of various countries are here, why not start the election directly?" The German representative raised his hand directly. "I choose Mr. Swann to become the president. Everything is subject to Mr. Swann's instructions. Those who agree, raise your hands together."

Hula, everyone raised their hands, for fear of being remembered by Sebastian if they were one step slower.

"Thank you for your trust," Sebastian finally declined. "However, the Dark Lord and Grindelwald are both very strong. If we want to deal with their teams, our team must be efficient."

"Don't worry, sir, everyone will listen to your orders. We will not agree to anyone who dares to disobey your orders."

"Yes, whoever doesn't listen to orders, don't even think about getting your protection."

In the representatives' statements, Algie Longbottom looked at Sebastian sincerely, waiting for his final decision.

"Alas," Sebastian sighed, "Since everyone loves me so much, then I will work hard and take on the work of the president."

Saying that, his expression became serious, and his eyes sharply swept over everyone.

"Since I have become the president, then I must make some achievements. I know that what everyone is most worried about now is Grindelwald and his followers."

"In that case, let's go see him and see what he is planning!"