Hogwarts: I am the White Lord

Seeing that Sebastian kept looking around, the Dementors seemed provoked and slowly surrounded him.

"What's going on, wizard, what on earth are you looking at?!"

"He behaves suspiciously, could it be Sirius in disguise?!"

"Even if it wasn't Sirius who turned into him, it could be a spy sent by him."

"Why bother with so much? I've already told you to suck him twice first!"

As the Dementors approached, the air brought a chill down one's spine.

Sebastian did not feel the slightest bit uncomfortable with this chill. Instead, he raised his eyebrows and watched them slowly approaching him.

When the Dementors were only five meters away from him, he waved his wand gently.

Suddenly, a giant dragon made of silver light sprang out from the top of his wand and crushed the Dementor that had been screaming the loudest under its claws.

You just screamed the loudest.

For the Ministry of Magic's sake, I'll be generous and let the Patronus entertain you.

Sebastian tried the voice translation function, and suddenly, a strange and distorted voice came from the mask on his face.

"You can suck this dragon as you like. Feel free to suck it boldly!"

Feeling the deadly threat, the Dementors scattered and were no longer as arrogant as before.

"This is the guardian deity who attacked us inexplicably two months ago!"

"We are just guarding the gate, why are you trying to kill us all?"

"In that case, let's charge at him. I don't believe he can kill us all."

"Don't be impatient. Did you hear that? This wizard just used our words. Could he be a supervisor sent by the Ministry of Magic?"

"Everyone!" Sebastian waved at the dark shadows in the sky, "Come and gather together, let's chat."

"Everyone just saw it. It was the guy on the ground who attacked me first. I was just passively protecting myself."

"Believe me, I come here with good intentions."

bona fide?

Believe it or not!

The guy on the ground was almost tortured to death.

Hearing Sebastian's shout, the dark shadows in the sky dispersed further and moved farther away. Some Dementors even thought of flying to Hogsmeade to seek support from the Aurors.

Seeing that the Dementors were so uncooperative, Sebastian frowned.

"Why, are you guys so disrespectful? Then I'll have no choice but to ask the guardian angels to invite you down one by one."

In line with his words, the dragon patronus gently flapped its wings, making a scene as if it was about to rush into the sky to capture strong men, and in the process stepped on the Dementors under it to make them even darker.

The Dementors felt as if they were being stabbed in the back, and all floated down obediently, enduring the stinging pain brought by their patronus, and surrounded Sebastian.

"That's right. In Hogwarts, we still have to listen to the professor."

Sebastian nodded in satisfaction and began to speak to these evil creatures.

After all, his original intention was just to recruit suitable teaching aids, not to bully the Dementors.

An interview is still necessary.

After a period of friendly exchanges, he gained a deeper understanding of this special group.

These guys are not as chaotic and disorderly as people imagine; they have a certain level of intelligence, can communicate with each other, and even use group fighting tactics.

However, although they have intelligence, their thinking is relatively simple. All they think about all day long is eating. They didn't even take the mission assigned by the Ministry of Magic to capture Sirius seriously.

After they started talking, the Dementors kept complaining about the inhumane treatment and arrangements of the Ministry of Magic.

Compared to the hard patrols here, they prefer the comfortable life in Azkaban.

At least, there you don't have to worry about being bullied by someone using a patronus.

Moreover, since the reform of Azkaban this year, they have been able to eat fresh and sufficient food every night after the prisoners get off work.

Except for not being able to suck the souls of the prisoners, every day is a happy one.

It’s not like now, where we live a life of smelling bad things but not being able to eat them every day, it’s so miserable.

Listening to the Dementors' complaints, Sebastian inexplicably felt a sense of humor.

These guys are all pure foodies, but their powers are too evil for wizards and Muggles.

After all, no one likes someone who takes away happiness and leaves behind pain and despair.

This contradiction based on physiological instinct is simply irreconcilable. Now it seems that letting these guys guard Azkaban is the most appropriate choice.

Otherwise, if these guys get crazy with hunger, they will attack everyone indiscriminately.

Thinking of this, Sebastian spoke up to interrupt their complaints.

"Enough of the chat, let's get down to business."

"I came here today to recruit an employee to help the students practice the Patronus Charm."

"Food and lodging are provided, and working hours are flexible. Requirements include being thin, weak in combat power, and having a strong sense of responsibility. If anyone meets the requirements, please step forward quickly."

this......

Although the offer of free food and accommodation is tempting, accompanying students in practicing Patronus sounds like a torturous chore.

Besides, we are all official employees of the Ministry of Magic now, and it would be embarrassing to switch to your place.

What's more, you also require a thin body and low combat power. In this case, how many Dementors would be willing to admit to meeting your requirements?

Just as the Dementors remained silent, a muffled voice sounded from under the dragon claws of the Patronus.

"My lord, Master Wizard, I am willing to work for you."

"I'm almost dissipating. I definitely meet the requirements of being thin and weak in combat power."

Hearing this, Sebastian raised his eyebrows and said casually.

"I almost forgot about you. I have one more request. I don't want anyone with a bad temper."

"I always feel that you are too dangerous to the students. I am really worried about you staying here and guarding the gate."

As he spoke, the dragon guardian exerted a little force and completely crushed the guy into pieces, turning him into a wisp of green smoke.

Then, Sebastian glanced around, controlled the dragon patronus to fly into the sky, and stared down at the Dementors.

"Why, you don't give me face again? I don't believe I can't find an employee who meets my requirements."

"Yes, yes!" said the Dementors noisily.

“We are responsible for finding the right employees for you.”

"There are several tribesmen patrolling a little further away from here. They can definitely meet your requirements."

With that the two Dementors hurried away and returned with a Dementor that looked malnourished.

"Master Wizard, our brother has a strong sense of responsibility and a very good temper. He has no complaints even when he is assigned to patrol remote areas."

"Moreover, judging from its physique, it definitely meets your requirement of being thin and frail."

Seeing this, Sebastian raised his eyebrows in surprise.

Yo--

What's going on? Dementors can bully people?

The strong ones gathered at the gate, waiting for the students to pass by and secretly taking a breath of the happy mood.

As for the weak ones, they were forced to patrol other remote areas.

Look at this little guy, he's so hungry.

It was flying in the air, trembling as if it had been electrocuted, and it looked very weak.

It is just right for students to practice.

"It's decided to be you! Don't worry, you won't starve if you follow me."

Sebastian took out a specially made alchemical sack and put it in.

"Okay, the job fair is over, everyone go away!"

Having said that, he put away the sack and the magical animal translator on his face, and returned to the school contentedly.

Hey!

Little wizards, your combat power test teaching aids are here.

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