Hogwarts: I am the White Lord

Facing the warm morning breeze, the owls cooed and began their busy day of mailing letters.

Charlie, with a pair of panda eyes, sat in the Gryffindor public seats and concentrated on eating breakfast.

When he heard the owl coming in, he just looked up and glanced at it, and then paid no more attention.

His mind was now completely occupied with Quidditch.

He will lead the team to train harder and then avenge the previous defeat!

As for other trivial matters, he didn't care at all.

Suddenly, Wood sat down next to him with a copy of the Daily Prophet.

He said to Charlie with a worried look on his face, "Charlie, look at this."

Charlie turned his head to take a look and suddenly felt anger rising.

The front page of the Daily Prophet had a huge headline: "Sebastian Swann, the Misleader" - Rita Skeeter.

Charlie was already feeling depressed, and after reading this report, he couldn't eat at all.

Without even bothering to wipe his mouth, he picked up the newspaper and began to read it carefully.

[Sebastian Swann, once the most dazzling Quidditch star in the world, came to Hogwarts to become a professor in order to gild his reputation.]

[He knows nothing about teaching and is simply misleading his students. Yesterday's competition results are the best proof of this.]

[Regarding this situation, the author calls on everyone to reflect on whether Professor Swan is deliberately hiding his incompetence or whether he is a complete idiot in teaching.]

[What on earth was Dumbledore thinking by letting such a idiot be a professor? ]

[The author can't help but suspect that there is some unknown shady deal between Sebastian and Dumbledore.]

[There is ample evidence that Professor Swan brought a wide variety of alchemical items to Hogwarts before the start of the school year.]

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Charlie became angrier and angrier as he watched. His fists were clenched tightly and he was on the verge of exploding at any moment.

This hateful woman!

How dare she?

How could Professor Swan be portrayed like this!

She even attacked the Muggle Studies class that the professor was in charge of, saying that the professor couldn't even teach such a simple class and only knew how to take the little wizards to the Muggle world to play!

[This is not only a waste of time, but also the corruption of wizards! ]

The piercing sentences stimulated Charlie's eyes and aroused his nerves again and again.

Charlie's chest heaved violently, and his eyes turned red with extreme anger.

He held the Daily Prophet tightly in his hand, his knuckles turning white from excessive force, as if he was about to tear the newspaper into pieces in the next second!

At this moment, the discussion of the little wizards reached his ears, like adding fuel to the fire, making the anger that was already burning in his heart even more intense.

"What the newspaper said makes sense! Isn't Professor Swan the person in charge of this project? He should be held responsible for yesterday's failure!"

"Is Professor Swan capable?"

"Ah, I think Professor Swann is pretty good at Quidditch himself, but he might not be very good at teaching."

"It's hard to say. Professor Swan is a great Seeker and wins every game in under two minutes, but he may not know much about other positions."

"I completely agree with Professor Swann's views on Muggle Studies. What he did is a betrayal of the pure-bloods! He takes students to the Muggle world all day long. What good things can there be there?"

Hearing this, Charlie could no longer suppress the anger in his heart. He stood up suddenly and prepared to scold these little wizards who were talking nonsense.

It's just that someone was one step faster than him.

Marcus from Slytherin had an extremely gloomy look on his face. He raised his fist and slammed it hard on the hard dining table.

"Boom!"

A loud noise instantly drowned out the discussion of the little wizards and attracted everyone's attention.

Marcus stood up suddenly and rushed towards a Slytherin student not far from him.

He grabbed the student by the collar with both hands and pulled the student up from his seat.

Marcus' face flushed red, and he stared at him fiercely and shouted, "Is that thing on your shoulder an ornament? Or has your brain been eaten by a troll?"

"Don't you have your own thoughts? Just follow what the newspaper says!"

"If I publish an article in the newspaper tomorrow saying you are a waste, will you really be a waste?"

"I'm warning you. If I hear you say anything bad about Professor Swan again, I promise you'll spend the rest of the week in the school infirmary!"

The little wizard who was grabbed by the collar was not convinced. He raised his head and said bitterly:

"I think what the newspaper said is absolutely correct. Professor Swan is being unfair to the pure-blooded bloodline!"

"Taking students to the Muggle world all day long, this is depravity!"

Veins popped out on Marcus' forehead, he raised his fist and smashed it hard into the face of the little wizard in front of him who was talking nonsense!

Before Marcus' fist could land on the little wizard's face, the two were separated by a spell flying from a distance.

"Marcus assaulted a classmate, Slytherin will be deducted three points."

With a unique voice, Snape appeared at the door of the hall.

He strode towards Marcus and the other man. As he walked so fast, the black wizard robe seemed to be lifted up by an invisible force, fluttering freely behind him.

Snape first looked at Marcus expressionlessly, then turned his head and stared at another young Slytherin wizard with his empty eyes.

He opened his mouth and said slowly, "McNeill insulted the professor, and Slytherin will lose another 20 points!"

"Congratulations, Mr. McNeill, you just earned yourself two months of detention!"

"I think we won't have to worry about running out of mucus for a long time!"

After punishing the two little wizards who caused the chaos, Snape turned around.

He said to the students who were watching the fun, "What are you still watching? Don't you have classes this morning?"

"If anyone is late to my class, he will be dealing with Flobberworms with Mr. McNeill."

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It was not until Snape's figure disappeared at the door of the auditorium that the students relaxed. They whispered and continued to discuss the previous topic.

Charlie just couldn't stand the atmosphere in the auditorium.

He said hello to his teammates from other colleges, then took Wood and went outside the auditorium.

After a while, everyone gathered outside the auditorium.

The difference from the past was that everyone at this moment did not look high-spirited at all.

They all lowered their heads with embarrassed looks on their faces!

Among them, Cedric's head almost dropped to his chest.

Charlie looked around, then said in a deep voice: "Have you all read today's newspaper?"

Before Charlie finished speaking, he was interrupted by Marcus.

"This report is complete nonsense. Not a single word of it can be trusted!"

"Of course I know, the newspapers are full of nonsense." Charlie's voice was full of doubt, "I was just thinking."

"We were all so angry when we saw the newspaper, what about the professor?"

Cedric raised his head sharply: "I think the professor must be even angrier!"

"He taught us so many Quidditch skills, and yet yesterday's game was such a mess."

"Now it is being misunderstood and smeared by everyone."

"If I were the professor, I would be so upset!"

"Should we go and apologize to the professor? That would make him feel better."

Charlie nodded and affirmed, "You are absolutely right, Cedric."

"Let's go find the professor now!"

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