Hogwarts: I am the White Lord

Sensing that Sebastian was the only one around and that the other party had no intention of feeding him, the Dementor slowly reacted and asked stupidly.

"Boss, are you looking for me?"

Looking at the Dementors that were floating there obediently, not daring to show even a hint of chill, Sebastian nodded with satisfaction.

Compared to the Dementors that were beaten up by the little wizard on the field this morning, our own employees are still well-behaved.

Every time he acts as a teaching aid, he strictly abides by his own requirements and never goes crazy when he sees something delicious.

It can be said that a large part of the credit for the young wizards’ current combat effectiveness can be attributed to this diligent sparring partner.

In order to enable this guy to cope with the challenges of the increasingly powerful students and not be easily killed by the students, Sebastian spent a lot of effort to train it.

Every day he would collect the happy emotions of the students spreading in the castle, and then feed this diligent employee two meals a day.

After a month of careful feeding and intensive training with the little wizards, this guy's appearance has been completely changed.

The malnourished look had disappeared, and he had returned to the normal three-meter height of a Dementor. At first glance, he was even bigger than the other Dementors outside the school.

Floating in the office, it looks like a dark wall.

It was covered in a terrifying black cloak. Compared to other Dementors, its cloak not only looked less shabby, but also much darker in color.

Not only has its appearance changed, its strength is also incomparable.

After all, no matter what, it is a tough guy who can withstand the beatings from the little wizards' patronuses in the dueling club.

All in all, this guy's strength has greatly increased, and the Dementors that used to bully him are no longer his match.

In that case, it's time to let this guy go back and train to take on the responsibility.

Thinking of this, Sebastian said: "You call me boss every day, but I haven't asked you what your name is."

name?

"Isn't it called Dementors?"

The Dementor asked his question stupidly.

Hearing this silly answer, Sebastian laughed: "That's the name of your species, not your own name."

"It seems that you don't have your own name. Do you want me to give you one? After all, you are my employee and you should have a unique code name."

Seeing the Dementor nod, Sebastian pondered for a moment and said, "Since you have been working diligently and tirelessly for me, I have decided to call you 'Working Soul'."

Working spirit?

From today on, I am also a Dementor with a name, different from all my compatriots.

The Dementor didn't quite understand the meaning of this name, but it didn't stop it from feeling happy from the bottom of its heart.

This feeling of happiness is extremely strong, even happier than the feeling of eating a few delicious meals.

It vaguely felt that it was a little different, but it couldn't tell what was different.

In Sebastian's view, ever since the Dementor was named the Worker Dementor, the Worker Dementor's outer robe began to change.

The inky black robe began to fade slowly, and finally turned into a delicate gray.

Yo--

What happened? Evolution!

The working soul is emitting a happy emotion. Doesn’t it feed on happiness?

Will other Dementors really not attack it because of this?

Unless, it now has absolute power to suppress all disobedience.

Sensing the exponentially growing momentum of the working soul, Sebastian nodded slightly.

This is the first time I have felt happiness from a group like Dementors.

Could this be the opportunity for the working spirit to evolve?

interesting!

Grey Dementors (Dementor grey), I wonder if there will be white Dementors (Dementor white) in the future.

Retracting his scattered thoughts, Sebastian's tone lowered.

"Working Soul, your compatriots broke into Hogwarts this morning with the intent to attack the students of the school."

"Boss, I'm very angry. The consequences will be serious."

"I need you to give me an explanation!"

what?

The smiling working soul was stunned.

Injustice!

What does it have to do with us if our compatriots make trouble?

I have been staying in the bag obediently waiting to be fed.

No wonder I skipped a meal today.

It turns out that this is the boss punishing himself...

Damn you compatriots, not only did they bully me before, but now they are trying to harm me.

How desperate must they be to think of rushing into the campus and attacking the students? Have those idiots forgotten the horror of the dragon guardian?

Guys who only care about eating and not being beaten.

Feeling the anger emanating from Sebastian, the working soul instantly restrained his happy emotions and bent down timidly.

"Boss, what do you want me to do?"

Sebastian did not answer directly, but asked back.

"Working soul, you have been working for so long, do you want to go back and see your fellow countrymen?"

See fellow countrymen?

Why are you looking at that stupid stuff?

Although my work here is a bit hard, the food is really good and I feel full every meal.

If possible, I'd better stay here and work for my boss for the rest of my life. I don't want to go back.

Suddenly, the migrant worker's spirit perked up, thinking about his compatriots trying to attack the students.

Could it be that the boss wanted me to go back and beat them all up?

This can be!

With his current strength, he would just beat up the kids when he got back.

Besides, I have learned a lot of knowledge through the education in school.

Knowing what it means to not return home when you are rich and powerful is like walking in fine clothes at night.

Thinking of this, the working soul quickly said to Sebastian: "Boss, I will go back and beat them up right now to vent your anger."

Sebastian chuckled softly.

"Worker Soul, the Dementors dare to break into the school. They are really unorganized and undisciplined. What I want you to do is not as simple as simply beating them up."

"Boss, just tell me what to do."

Sebastian adjusted his sitting position and said meaningfully.

"Working Soul, the throne of the Dementors has been vacant for too long."

"Don't you want to sit on it and become the king of all Dementors?"

The King of Dementors?

The boss wants to make himself the king of Dementors!

Before the working soul could react, it heard Sebastian continue speaking.

"The reason why the Dementors are disorganized and undisciplined is that they lack the leadership of a wise king."

"You have now turned into a gray robe, just like the king of Dementors!"

"You have to be the king of Dementors. I won't recognize anyone else."

The working soul became excited, and something called ambition began to grow wildly in its chest.

"Boss, can I really become the king?"

"That's a must!" Sebastian took out a magic contract and encouraged firmly, "Come on, put your handprint on this magic contract."

"Then, just go ahead and do it. If any Dementor refuses to obey, I will take care of it for you!"

"Merlin's Dementors!" The working soul muttered a catchphrase he learned from his students and said to Sebastian excitedly.

"Boss, I will go back and subdue them right away, and let all the Dementors work for you!"

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