Hogwarts: I am the White Demon King

Was he waiting to laugh at me?

Very well, old codger!

Remember how you look right now.

Sebastian closed his eyes and recalled the flow of magic in Gryffindor from beginning to end in his mind.

His wand danced, its movements like a dancing elf, lively and beautiful.

Seeing Sebastian successfully cast a second Shield Charm, Gryffindor's expression changed.

Hmm? How is that possible?

The second Shield Charm was successful immediately, and it was very stable, not separating from the first.

Huh?

Is this kid so talented? The third one is also taking shape, and he even looks like he's handling it with ease.

The fourth...

The fifth...

The sixth...

Gryffindor's expression became more and more uneasy; he was starting to doubt his life.

Almost successful? Is this kid really that strong?

Don't rush, don't rush, the ending of the ninth spell is crucial, this kid definitely won't succeed.

If he succeeds in one go, I'll do a handstand for him on the spot!

When Sebastian released the eighth Shield Charm, he opened his eyes and began to act towards Gryffindor.

He looked troubled and asked Gryffindor for help.

"Professor Gryffindor, I can't control it anymore, I really need your encouragement right now!"

Encouragement?

Gryffindor scoffed at this idea.

If encouragement was useful, why would I be a combat wizard?!

According to this, I might as well transform into a cheerleader and shout encouragement to the students every day, wouldn't that achieve greater success?

However, thinking about Sebastian's bizarre performance, he still hesitated and extended his thumb, and in Sebastian's eager gaze, he hesitantly said,

"Go for it?!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Sebastian flicked his wand in a beautiful arc.

The ninth Shield Charm took shape, stably connected to the previous eight spells, becoming a whole.

Feeling the super Shield Charm cast with the stacking spell technique, Sebastian was a little excited.

What a tough feeling!

Not only that, but the original Shield Charm, after being cast, only created an invisible shield in the direction pointed by the caster's wand, acting as a protective barrier between oneself and the opponent.

Now, multiple Shield Charms are connected end to end, completely surrounding oneself, providing all-round, all-weather protection.

Sebastian's thinking went deeper.

A single Shield Charm can't resist the power of the Killing Curse, but what about stacking spells?

According to Gryffindor, this is only the completion of one layer of stacking spells, what if I stack more layers?

What if I stack a hundred layers, a thousand layers, ten thousand layers?

Thinking of this, Sebastian's heart became fiery.

Is it possible that one day, I can rely on stacking Shield Charms to withstand Voldemort's 'Avada Kedavra', knock him to the ground with one blow, and then arrogantly shout 'Who else'!

"Impossible!" A loud roar came from the side.

Gryffindor was so surprised that his jaw dropped; he scratched his hair wildly, looking extremely distraught.

He took a step to Sebastian's side, grabbed his collar with both hands, and roared unwillingly.

"I don't believe it! Kid, are you daring to fool me?! Can encouragement be so useful?!"

"No one can succeed in one try! You must have learned it before!"

"But, how is this possible? It's obviously lost, that's why I left this inheritance secret realm!"

Sebastian patted Gryffindor's arm and broke free from his hands.

"Professor Gryffindor, you're too enthusiastic right now, I can't handle it."

"I still prefer your unruly appearance just now."

"By the way," Sebastian paused and asked the question in his heart, "Why do you say that stacking spells are lost?"

"Didn't you just say that you taught a few students?"

Gryffindor looked very lonely; he looked up at the white Hogwarts castle in the secret realm and sighed deeply.

"They're all dead!"

Sebastian almost spat out his saliva.

What's the meaning of this, could they still be alive now?

Also, aren't stacking spells very strong?

Gryffindor walked to the steps and sat down, patting the floor next to him towards Sebastian.

"Slytherin kid, this is also the last principle I want to tell you."

"The contest of spells between wizards is actually a contest of magic!"

"Many spells require strong magic as a foundation."

"If your own magic is not strong enough, even if you stack a few more layers of Shield Charms, you will not have the power to fight back against a wizard with strong magic."

"My students died like this; they blindly worshiped me, blindly believed in the power of stacking spells, so they died."

A strong magic foundation...

Hearing this, Sebastian felt something in his heart; he remembered that Barty Crouch Jr., when impersonating Moody in the original book, also said something similar.

It seemed that even if the little wizards used 'Avada Kedavra' on him, he would at most only bleed a little from his nose.

Now it seems that the principle is the same!

Gryffindor took a deep look at Sebastian, who was in thought, and solemnly told him.

"Stacking spells are not invincible!"

"Many times, you need to judge for yourself whether your stacking spells can resist the enemy's spells; this requires very strong magic perception."

"Kid, don't be too arrogant, and then die!"

Strong magic perception?

Sebastian completely relaxed; he was completely suited to this profession.

This stacking spell is completely tailor-made for me!

This trip to the Forbidden Forest is really great!

"Later, I became discouraged and no longer taught my stacking spells, but I was unwilling to see my housekeeping skills lost in time."

"So, after Slytherin left the Chamber of Secrets and left the school, I also left my own inheritance secret realm in the depths of the forest."

"Does that mean," Sebastian asked excitedly, "that Ms. Ravenclaw and Ms. Hufflepuff also left their inheritance in Hogwarts?"

Gryffindor stood up and looked at Sebastian with a smile that was not a smile.

"Maybe there is, maybe there isn't, that's up to you to explore, kid!"

Saying that, Gryffindor's expression became serious, he raised his wand to his chest and gave Sebastian a dueling salute.

"Tell me your name, Slytherin kid! You have gained my approval!"

"My existence is to leave behind the stacking spell inheritance; now that my wish has been fulfilled, I will soon dissipate."

"But, even if it's just a memory, I don't want it to end plainly!"

"Before that, let's have a hearty battle!"

Looking at Gryffindor, whose figure already showed signs of dissipating, Sebastian stood opposite him with a serious expression.

He solemnly raised his wand to his chest and returned a salute to Gryffindor.

"Sebastian Swan, Hogwarts professor, I ask for your guidance!"

Gryffindor laughed loudly; he raised his magic sword again and rushed towards Sebastian, while the wand in his left hand flashed with the light of magic.

"Haha, I am Godric Gryffindor, the Dean of Gryffindor House, let me give you one last lesson!"

This time, Sebastian did not retreat, but like a headstrong Gryffindor, he firmly charged forward.

"Farewell, Professor Gryffindor."

"Please, have a good journey!"

......

After a fierce battle, Sebastian appeared outside the secret realm with a bruised face.

He covered his face and waved his wand to drag Robert to his side.

Then he took out three flying brooms and said vaguely to Fred and Snape, who were dumbfounded.

"Don't ask why!"

"Nothing happened..."

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