Hogwarts: I am the White Lord

Sebastian's appearance caused the Death Eaters to fall into a commotion, and Peter even shrank his neck and quietly retreated behind the crowd.

If it was someone else who barged in, the Death Eaters would have laughed wildly and mocked the other party for seeking death. But this was Sebastian, and the scene of freezing hundreds of people into ice sculptures at the Quidditch World Cup camp last year was still vivid in their minds. As witnesses, they really couldn't muster up the courage to mock him, even if Voldemort was right in front of them.

It is hard to say who is stronger and who is weaker between these two big guys, but there is no possibility for these little Karami to make trouble.

Of course, there are also some confused guys among so many Death Eaters, such as Barty the Younger. His fanatical loyalty to Voldemort makes him unable to tolerate Sebastian's arrogant attitude.

However, before he could even open his mouth, someone couldn't wait to shout, "Swan, you dare to be so arrogant in front of the Dark Lord, aren't you afraid of death?"

The person who spoke was Lucius Malfoy. He stared at Sebastian coldly, his tone full of sarcasm and provocation.

For him, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to show his loyalty.

What's more, others are afraid that Sebastian will take action, but he has no such concerns. If not now, when will he do this profitable business?

"Hey, Senior Lucius, it's disappointing to see you here," Sebastian raised his eyebrows, "The word arrogant has nothing to do with me. Didn't you see me salute the Dark Lord as soon as I came up?"

"you this......"

"Quiet!" Voldemort waved his hand to stop Lucius. He first glanced coldly at the other Death Eaters, then turned his head to look at Sebastian.

"Sebastian Swann, it's amazing that you can find him in such a remote place."

"No, no," Sebastian smiled, "I just borrowed your wisdom and cast a trivial spell on my name. To be honest, after using this spell, I was still worried that someone would call my name randomly, making me run around. Fortunately, although I don't have your power, I am also a well-known figure in the wizarding world. No one has called me by my full name for a long time."

"My full name appeared frequently here just now, so I came here to take a look out of curiosity."

Sebastian did put a spell on his name, but he never considered it as a last resort.

After all, he was worried that Harry, the stubborn kid, would get too excited in the fight and not know how to shout out his name in time. He was also worried that some unexpected accidents would happen, leaving Harry with no chance to shout out his name.

His real backup was actually the magic cell phones on many Death Eaters. This alchemical item bound to magic allowed Sebastian to easily obtain the precise location of the gathering.

As early as when Voldemort was holding a meeting with his Death Eaters, he had quietly arrived nearby, and then used his ultra-long-range magical perception to pay real-time attention to the situation in the field, and only showed up at the critical moment.

However, his statement was believed by many Death Eaters, and they warned themselves in their hearts that they should never pronounce Sebastian's full name in the future.

Voldemort had no doubts. He adjusted his mood, put on a kind face, and slightly opened his arms to Sebastian.

“Sebastian, I have to admit that you have talents that attract the attention of the entire wizarding world.” Voldemort’s tone was soft and low, revealing a sincere sigh, “Powerful magic, outstanding wisdom, and your enviable wealth and influence, these are unquestionable powers.”

"In this turbulent era, such talents are extremely valuable. And what I admire most is talents like you."

"When I possessed Quirrell, you rejected my invitation, but I didn't mind. I was in a poor state at that time, so it was understandable that you didn't approve of me."

"But today is different. I have been resurrected and have regained the power to suppress everything, so I invite you again."

Voldemort spread his hands and said, "Join my team, Sebastian. With our strength, we can easily defeat Dumbledore and create a new order, an era for pure-blood wizards. In this era, strong people like you and me will be respected and no longer bound by those hypocritical rules."

"I promise that your status will be second only to mine, and you won't have to bow down to me like everyone else. I am also willing to share the secret of eternal life with you."

He pointed at Harry behind Sebastian: "I only have a simple little request, hand over the boy."

"I'm sorry, Lord Dark Lord," Sebastian shook his head, "I still don't like the future you describe, so please allow me to decline your invitation again."

Voldemort's smile suddenly turned cold. He slowly raised his wand, fixed his cold eyes on Sebastian, and said with murderous intent, "It seems that my attitude is too kind, giving you unnecessary illusions."

Without any warning, a beam of green light shot out towards Sebastian, and Voldemort shouted viciously: "Since you have rejected my invitation again, then stay here with the Savior."

However, all this seemed to have been anticipated by Sebastian. He raised his hand and a box of wizard chess flew out of his palm. The chess pieces soared in the air, accurately blocking the fatal curse.

With a loud rumble, the chess pieces transformed into giant guards and flexibly rushed towards Voldemort. One of the queen chess pieces did not grow larger, but changed its flying direction in the air, smashing directly into Harry's body, and took him away directly from the spot.

“The Portkey!” Voldemort was furious, waving his wand and smashing the attacking giant chess piece. “Where did you take him?”

"He's too much of a nuisance here, I'm sending him back to Hogwarts," Sebastian spread out another box of wizard chess, "Dark Lord, why do you always have to compete with a child? Let me be your opponent."

"It's just Transfiguration! Who do you think you are, Dumbledore?"

Voldemort snorted coldly, suddenly disappeared from the spot, and then appeared behind Sebastian on the right, and at the same time, he raised his hand and cast another killing curse.

Sebastian didn't even turn his head, but took a light step to the right and dodged the attack steadily.

"My Lord Dark Lord, your spells are indeed powerful, but as long as I want, they cannot touch my body at all. So, whether I can defeat you is another matter, but you really can't keep me."

Voldemort's face was extremely gloomy, and he was obviously angry. He raised his wand and shot out the killing curses like a storm, with green light flashing continuously, each one aimed directly at Sebastian's vitals.

However, Sebastian dodged as if strolling in the garden, his movements were effortless and he avoided the attacks just in time every time.

Seeing Sebastian's relaxed look, the Death Eaters who were watching widened their eyes, all of them showing disbelief.

Do you want it to be so easy?

Those are all killing curses. You're giving us the illusion that I can do it too.

In the crowd, Lucius was secretly excited. Sebastian was indeed strong enough. It was definitely a wise choice to follow him.

Voldemort could not take down the enemy after a long time. The anger in his eyes became more and more intense. He sneered and said, "You can hide, right? Then try this!"

He raised his wand high and swung it violently. A huge fire python transformed from fierce fire flew into the air, making a terrifying roar and pounced towards Sebastian ferociously.

Facing this fierce attack, Sebastian just smiled lightly, as if he didn't take the threat seriously at all. He raised his wand and drew a complete circle around himself, while muttering in a low voice.

"Fire Shield!"