Hogwarts: I am the White Lord

Sebastian returned to his office briskly, holding the high-definition dark history of Sirius that he had just filmed.

He leaned back on the soft chair, rocking his body gently, watching Sirius's performance on the magic TV, an irrepressible smile spread across his face.

Sirius, this guy, thought he could fool me by pretending to be a dog. He was just dreaming.

Look at the lighting, how professional it is. All the expressions and movements can be seen clearly.

You know what, this tail is wagging quite happily.

It was really hard for him, such a big black dog with a ferocious look, but he managed to perform like a smiling Shiba Inu.

Thinking of Sirius's always arrogant and stubborn character during school days, Sebastian's mouth corners raised a little more.

I wonder how pale that guy’s face would turn when he saw this 1080p dark history.

So delicious, so delicious!

With this dark history in hand, that guy will always bow his head in front of me.

Thanks to the magic camera, this epoch-making alchemical product, otherwise if I bring this up in the future, Sirius will definitely deny it.

If I make a copy of this dark history and give it to Snape, I wonder if that guy will be so excited that he will recognize me as his godfather on the spot.

No matter what you do, the initiative is in your hands.

Cool!

After the video was finished, Sebastian took out the magic image with a smile and carefully put it into his traceless stretch bag.

Then he leaned back in his chair with his head tilted back, his eyes slightly closed, his fingers unconsciously tapping on the armrests, making a slight rhythmic sound.

His smile faded and his expression turned serious as his thoughts sank deeper into his heart.

That guy Sirius has already appeared around Hogwarts, so it's time for me to take action and control the mouse.

After all, little Ron loved his mouse very much and often carried it with him.

If Sirius found out about this when they went to Hogsmeade, Ron might get hurt.

You know, this guy doesn't care about any consequences when he goes crazy.

In the original book, in order to catch the mouse that Peter had transformed into, Sirius Black transformed into a mad dog, pounced directly at Ron, and tore the boy's leg off.

Thinking of this, Sebastian sneered, with a hint of contempt in his eyes.

In other words, the Weasleys were kind-hearted and did not pursue Sirius's fault afterwards.

If it were me, I would definitely make him pay the price and let him know why the flowers are so red.

He slowly sat up straight, opened his eyes again, took out the two-way mirror and contacted Harry.

"Harry, please find Ron and ask him to come to my office now."

A moment later, Ron, who was doing his homework in the Gryffindor common room, appeared in Sebastian's office.

"Professor Swan, what do you want to talk to me about?" Ron asked puzzledly.

Sebastian sat behind his desk, smiling and saying gently, "It's nothing serious. I just want to do a little business with you."

Do business?

What business can the professor have with me?!

Ron was stunned for a moment, then looked at Sebastian with a puzzled look.

"Well," Sebastian smiled slightly, "I heard from Harry that your pet mouse is a very special long-lived mouse, right?"

"Scabber? I don't know if it's special or not, but it's quite old. I can't remember exactly how old it is."

Ron frowned and thought for a moment. "Originally it was Percy's pet. I remember Mom said that Percy found Scabbers when he was five or six years old and took it in as a pet."

"Then Percy stopped liking it and gave it to me."

“Although Scabbers is just an ordinary mouse, doesn’t look pretty, and is missing a finger, I still like it very much.”

When mentioning Scabbers, Ron grinned, this was his very own pet.

"Normally, an ordinary mouse can only live about three years at most," Sebastian said in admiration. "According to what you said, Scabbers lived for at least eleven or twelve years."

"This is the Nicolas Flamel of the rat world. Maybe it's the only one of its kind in the world."

"It is precisely because of its specialness that I want to buy it and use it for some magical research."

"I want to study what causes it to live so long."

Buy spots?

Hearing this, Ron's eyes widened and he froze in place.

Although Banban is an elderly pet and often looks listless, it has been with me for many years after all, and I really can't bear to sell it.

"Uh... Professor, Scabbers... I don't know how to put it, it's very important to me." Ron's voice was hesitant.

Sebastian seemed to have anticipated his reaction, he nodded slightly and spoke gently.

"I understand your feelings for Scabbers, Ron. So I am willing to give you a considerable compensation."

"How do you feel about a hundred gold Galleons?"

One hundred gold galleons!

Is Banban so valuable?

To be honest, Ron was tempted. For him, who had grown up in poverty, one hundred gold Galleons was a huge sum of money.

With this money, I won't have to worry about spending too much when visiting Hogsmeade for a long time.

However, when Ron thought about the days when he and Banban ate and slept together, he still felt a little reluctant.

"Professor, Scabbers has been with me for many years. I really don't want to sell it."

"I understand. This is indeed a mouse that has been with you for many years." Sebastian said with a smile.

"I'm just very curious about the secret of Banban's longevity. I want to study it and see if I can decipher this secret."

"As long as we can decipher this secret, the lifespan of all our wizards will be improved."

"How about this," he said patiently, "I'll give you 200 gold Galleons. With this money, you can go to the pet shop in Hogsmeade and choose a new pet."

"And once I gain something, I will share my research findings with your family free of charge."

"Ron, do you also want your family to live longer?"

"Of course, there is only one sample, Banban, so I can't guarantee that we can find anything out of this."

"However, no matter what, I can guarantee that the research I did on Banban will not lead to his death. What do you think?"

Sebastian looked at Ron, who was in a dilemma, with a smile.

With the financial offensive and moral blackmail, I'm afraid you, a young man, will not be tempted.

Ron's heart was beating fast.

He really wanted the two hundred gold Galleons, but he also wanted his family to live longer.

In that case, I can only apologize to Banban.

Finally, Ron raised his head, suppressed his inner excitement, and spoke with a frown on his face.

"Professor, I will go back and bring Scabbers to you right away."

"Very good!" Sebastian took out two hundred gold galleons and a specially made alchemical rat cage and handed them to Ron.

"Just bring Scabbers in this cage."

"Also, please call Neville."

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