Hogwarts: I am the White Lord

This was the first time Sebastian had seen Dumbledore since he had parted ways with him at the Ministry of Magic during the Christmas holidays.

Unlike the calm appearance in his memory, Dumbledore looked visibly more haggard.

His silvery beard, which was once as white as a waterfall, now looked a little messy, as if he had not taken care of it for a long time. Although the blue light in his eyes had not gone out, it had dimmed a lot, as if covered by a faint shadow.

His expression was still gentle, but there was a hint of weariness between his brows that was hard to conceal. Even his usually upright posture seemed to be slightly hunched.

After their last separation, Dumbledore hurriedly set off for the United States to attend the urgently convened International Wizarding Conference to discuss how to jointly deal with the mysterious man and his dark forces.

It is said that during this period he was either debating in a meeting or on his way to a meeting. He was so busy with affairs that he had no time to rest. It would be strange if he was not tired after arguing all day long.

Sebastian found Dumbledore's Coke with ease and poured himself a full glass.

"Principal, how is the International Wizarding Convention going? Has there been any progress?"

"No," Dumbledore rubbed his brows lightly, a look of fatigue flashing across his eyes, "Except for the United States Magical Congress, which is bent on revenge, representatives of most countries do not take the threat of Voldemort's return too seriously."

"The only ones willing to take an active approach are us, the MACUSA and the French Ministry of Magic. Akinbade is also willing to provide assistance, but you also know the system of the International Wizarding Conference. Any resolution requires the support of more than half of the votes."

Hearing this, Sebastian couldn't help but shook his head.

It is indeed like this. We hold meetings every day but cannot discuss anything.

The representatives of those countries will not feel the slightest sense of urgency until the war reaches them.

"If that's the case, the International Wizarding Conference will have to deal with it for a long time. Principal, are you going to continue to argue with them?"

"Indeed. Rest for two days at Hogwarts. I still have to go to the meeting. I hope I can gain a few more allies this time. Sebastian, I'll leave the school to you and Minerva."

Dumbledore sighed and said, "If all else fails, I will try to persuade the MACUSA, the French Ministry of Magic and us to form an alliance team, and we will deal with the You-Know-Who and his dark forces ourselves."

Small group?

This is not easy. The current state of the MACUSA is very poor. They can hardly maintain order in their own country. They can't spare any manpower to support. At most, they can only express verbal support. The best result is just to support some gold galleons.

If the American Magical Congress does not send anyone, the French Magical Congress will most likely follow suit, and in the end it will still be the British Ministry of Magic fighting alone. Such a small group is meaningless.

However, despite thinking so, Sebastian did not say anything to persuade him. He believed that Dumbledore himself knew that the hope was slim, and doing this was just making a little more effort.

"No problem, leave it to me. You can go to the meeting without worry. I have recently moved to the new city and can fully guarantee the safety here."

Sebastian made some assurances, and then consoled him, "Principal, as the saying goes, it's not a good deal to rush. You don't have to worry about the International Wizarding Conference. You can handle it."

"I got news that the You-Know-Who ordered the Death Eaters to expand their influence to other countries. When the war reaches the doorsteps of the Ministry of Magic in other countries, they will naturally become anxious and beg to cooperate with us. At that time, the initiative will be back in our hands."

"I know. Gellert has told me that he has found traces of the Death Eaters."

After thinking about this news, Dumbledore felt even more tired.

To be honest, if you don't count Sebastian and Gellert, the situation is worse now than it was more than ten years ago.

At that time, the You-Know-Who had no plans to expand his influence to other countries. Everyone was just fighting each other in Britain, and the impact on the entire wizarding world was not particularly great.

This time, the mysterious man obviously intended to expand the war across the board, so he actively lobbied other countries to work together to deal with the mysterious man and his men.

Unfortunately, even after he shared the news of the Death Eaters' expansion at the conference, the Ministries of Magic in other countries still did not take it seriously and only said that they would pay more attention after returning.

Thinking of this, Dumbledore also poured himself a full glass of Coke, as if only happy water could make him relax.

Looking at Dumbledore, whose brows relaxed slightly after drinking the Coke, Sebastian smiled slightly.

He exchanged letters with Grindelwald, and the two agreed that the Saint would not reveal his identity or conflict with the Death Eaters. Instead, he should show appreciation for the other party's ideas and then take the initiative to join the Death Eaters.

The reason for doing this is very simple. Grindelwald did not leave Nurmengard through formal channels. The person now in Nurmengard is one of his loyal subordinates. The entire wizarding world does not know that Grindelwald has escaped from prison.

In this situation, if Grindelwald and the Saints showed up, it would easily cause panic in the wizarding world and make the Ministries of Magic of various countries point the finger at Grindelwald. After all, his reputation is much greater than that of the You-Know-Who.

In this way, all the pressure is on Grindelwald, and Voldemort should be happier.

Therefore, it is better to keep a low profile first, avoid unnecessary conflicts, and use the power of the Death Eaters to put some pressure on the Ministries of Magic in other countries. When those Ministries of Magic come to seek cooperation, you can then honestly play the role of being quiet, obedient, and sensible.

As for Grindelwald, he needs to wait for an opportunity, an opportunity to use Voldemort's notoriety to reverse public opinion and gain recognition from everyone.

By then, he could step out into the public eye as it were, and by then, even if the MACUSA wanted to hold Grindelwald hostage, they would have no excuse.

"Sebastian," Dumbledore put the empty cup back on the table, "To be honest, there are many times when I envy your mental state."

"Every time I chat with you, I can feel that you never seem to take Voldemort to heart, as if he does not pose any threat to you at all. Or, the situation has always been under your control, so you are always so calm."

Dumbledore leaned back in his chair, found a comfortable position, and then teased Sebastian.

"Don't be afraid of you laughing at me. I'm over a hundred years old and I just want to have a few days of leisure. So, there are many times when I want to give up and let you face the current situation alone."

"I always feel that even without me, you can easily deal with the troublesome Voldemort."

Ouch——

Old Deng has a good vision, and you can see this. He is obviously low-key enough.

Sure, sure, as people get older, they become more shrewd and have a sharp eye!

Sebastian smiled confidently: "I have no objection! However, if I take the lead, you must follow my arrangements."

"Well, would you like to?"