Hogwarts: I am the White Demon King

"What should I do?"

Malfoy couldn't straighten his back anymore. He sat there dejectedly, repeatedly asking himself this question.

However, his knowledge was too limited, and he couldn't think of what to do at all.

Suddenly, a thought flashed in his mind, and he understood something.

He was too stupid. The other party definitely wasn't saying these things to simply scare him.

So, he raised his head and asked cautiously, "Professor Swann, how about we have a conversation between a professor and a student?"

"You can tell me what to do?"

"Hahahaha!"

Sebastian burst into hearty laughter. He just liked the Slytherin students' ability to be flexible.

If he were facing a Gryffindor lion right now, they would probably point at his nose and骂 him for being despicable and shameless.

Sebastian stood up and sat down next to Malfoy.

"Draco, the answer to the question is actually very simple, that is, treat people equally and make more friends. As long as you have more and more friends, the road in business will become easier and easier."

"The British wizarding world is only so big, and there is only one magic school, which means that all the classmates you see in school are your potential customers and employees."

"Think about it, if you offend them all now, won't it bring many potential enemies to the Malfoy family?"

"Draco," Sebastian changed the subject, "what do you think is the most important trait in Slytherin?"

The most important trait?

Is there any question about this?

Malfoy blurted out, "Blood!"

Hearing this answer, Sebastian smiled and shook his head.

"If blood is the most important thing, then there will not be any half-blood wizards in Slytherin."

"Remember, the traits we value most are shrewdness and ambition."

"Only a shrewd mind can prevent you from doing stupid things, such as making enemies everywhere."

"And ambition can make you understand your pursuit. As long as you have the motivation to pursue your ambition, then your life will not be mediocre."

"As for blood? Hehe..."

Sebastian sneered, revealing a contemptuous expression.

"If blood can represent everything, there would not be so many declining pure-blood families in the wizarding world."

"If blood can represent everything, you and Mr. Potter wouldn't have lost so badly in the duel."

Hearing about the duel, Malfoy's face immediately darkened.

He couldn't help but feel aggrieved in his heart—the professors were too partial to Potter.

It would be fine if professors from other colleges favored Potter, but even the dean of his own college favored Potter and even arranged for Potter to become a teaching assistant in Potions class.

What made him even more angry was that Potter's superb dueling skills were personally taught by this Slytherin professor in front of him.

Malfoy's heart was full of unwillingness and confusion.

He was clearly a Slytherin student, so why was Potter getting such preferential treatment?

He raised his head to look at Sebastian, his eyes full of grievance and incomprehension.

Seeing Malfoy's aggrieved little eyes, Sebastian couldn't help but rub his head.

"Draco, you are actually very powerful too. The requirements for the Stunning Spell are not low, and it's great that you can use it now."

"Logically speaking, these powerful offensive spells are a bit difficult for second-year wizards."

"What's the use," Malfoy muttered, "I still lost to Potter, and didn't even touch the hem of his clothes."

"Don't be so humble. According to my observation, only Harry Potter should be more powerful than you among the first-year wizards."

"Professor Swann, can I catch up with Potter, or even surpass Potter?"

"Surpass Potter?" Sebastian smiled.

"Our only opponent has always been ourselves."

"Draco, remember, don't feel dim just because you see others shining."

"Everyone has their own rhythm. Work hard, but don't rush. All success requires the accumulation of time."

"But..." Malfoy said softly, "I still want to surpass Potter."

"If you have to surpass Potter, then you have to work hard."

"Work hard to become a powerful person."

"Say goodbye to the past and be a better version of yourself."

"Remember one sentence, you can only know how outstanding you are if you do your best."

"You were born to be a mountain, not a weed!"

After a few bowls of chicken soup, Malfoy was so excited that his blood rushed to his head, and he couldn't wait to find a place to practice spells now.

Seeing Malfoy's eyes shining and clenching his fists, Sebastian knew that the time was right, so he struck while the iron was hot.

"Draco, Professor Snape and I have high expectations for you."

"Looking at the entire Slytherin, your talent is one of the best."

"We all hope that you can grow up quickly and become a popular flag of Slytherin."

Sebastian stood up and stretched out his right hand to Malfoy.

"Draco, let us work together to make Slytherin better!"

Without disappointing Sebastian, Malfoy stood up abruptly and shook his hand forcefully.

"Professor Swann, I will definitely make changes and live up to your and Professor Snape's expectations!"

Malfoy left excitedly. Unlike when he came, he held his head high and walked with a spring in his step.

......

After dueling with Malfoy, Ron couldn't wait to pester Harry, begging him to teach him a few tricks so that he could show off at the Dueling Club.

Hermione, hearing Ron's request, also eagerly asked Harry to teach her some dueling skills in advance.

So, after dinner, Harry took Ron and Hermione to an open space outside the Quidditch pitch and began practicing spells until the sun went down completely before heading back to the dormitory.

However, on their way back to the dormitory, a sudden change in the stairs took them to the fourth floor corridor.

"I think," looking at the long-abandoned corridor in front of her, Hermione gasped, "this is the corridor that Headmaster Dumbledore said would lead to death."

"Then what are we waiting for, let's get out of here!" Ron trembled with fear when he heard this.

Unfortunately, just as they turned to leave, they saw a cat squatting at the entrance of the stairs.

"It's Filch's cat," Hermione also became flustered, "If we get caught, Gryffindor will lose a lot of points, and even worse, we will be expelled!"

She looked at a room at the end of the corridor and beckoned to the two of them, "Hurry up, let's hide in the room first!"

"Look at the good road you led us to!" Ron twisted the doorknob hard, but found that the door was still motionless, "The door is locked, we're done for!"

"Get out of the way, you useless thing!" Hermione pushed Ron away, took out her wand and aimed it at the door lock, "Alohomora!"

As soon as she finished speaking, the door lock clicked open, and the group filed in, hiding inside, not daring to make a sound.

Harry put his ear to the door and heard Filch ask a few questions before leaving, so he said in a low voice, "Filch is gone, let's go."

Seeing that no one responded to him, Harry turned around to see what was going on, but the scene in front of him made his hands and feet turn cold.

A huge three-headed dog was sleeping in the room. With each breath, the fishy smell made Harry almost unable to open his eyes.

Harry was extremely nervous. He knew that even if he tried his best, he would not be able to cause any damage to this monster.

So, he pulled Hermione and Ron back step by step, retreating outside the door the moment the hellhound opened its eyes.

They ran frantically until they returned to the Gryffindor common room, where they stopped, panting for breath.

"There's such a monster in the castle!" Ron was a little relieved to have escaped with his life.

"If that monster was awake just now, my mother wouldn't even be able to collect my body."

"Unbelievable, this is what the books say is the safest Hogwarts in the wizarding world!" Hermione gasped for breath, the run had exhausted her.

She recalled the scene she had just seen: "That dog seems to be guarding something, it's standing on a trapdoor."

Guarding something?

Hearing Hermione's words, Harry immediately thought of the small package he had taken with Hagrid from Gringotts. He was just about to say something when he heard Hermione say.

"It's a good thing we weren't bitten to death or expelled."

"Harry, thank you for today's spell teaching. If you guys have nothing else to do, I'm going to sleep."

"I need to get enough energy to welcome tomorrow's Dueling Club..."

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