Hogwarts: I am the White Lord

Are you trying to make fun of yourself?

Very good, Lao Deng!

Remember who you are now.

Sebastian closed his eyes and recalled the flow of Gryffindor's magic from beginning to end in his mind.

He waved his wand, and the dancing trajectory was like a dancing elf, graceful and beautiful.

Seeing Sebastian successfully cast the second Shield Charm, Gryffindor's face changed.

Huh? How is that possible?

The second Iron Armor Spell was surprisingly successful at once, and was very stable, without separating from the first one.

Huh?

Is this kid so talented? The third one has also taken shape, and he looks like he is doing it with ease.

the fourth......

The fifth one...

The sixth...

Gryffindor's expression became more and more uneasy, and he was beginning to doubt his life.

Almost successful? Is this guy that strong?

Don’t worry, the ending of the ninth spell is very critical, this kid will definitely not succeed.

If he can succeed in one try, I will perform a handstand for him on the spot!

When Sebastian cast the eighth Shield Charm, he opened his eyes and started to act like a genius in front of Gryffindor.

He looked embarrassed and asked Gryffindor for help.

"Mr. Gryffindor, I can't control myself anymore. I really need your encouragement now!"

encourage?

The Gryffindor scoffed at the suggestion.

Why would I be a battle wizard if encouragement worked?!

According to this statement, if I directly become a cheerleader and cheer for my students every day, wouldn’t I be able to achieve greater success?

However, thinking of Sebastian's strange behavior, he still hesitantly raised his thumb, and said hesitantly under Sebastian's eager gaze.

"come on?!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Sebastian swung his wand in a beautiful arc.

The ninth Iron Armor Spell took shape, firmly connecting with the previous eight spells to form a whole.

Feeling the powerful Iron Armor Spell cast by the stacking spell technique, Sebastian was a little excited.

What a tough feeling!

Not only that, after the original Iron Armor Spell was cast, an invisible shield would appear in the direction of the caster's wand, serving as a protective barrier between himself and his opponent.

Now, multiple Iron Armor Spells are connected end to end, completely surrounding itself and providing all-round, all-weather protection.

Sebastian's thoughts deepened.

A single Shield Charm cannot resist the power of the Killing Curse, but what about the stacked curses?

According to Gryffindor, this is just one layer of stacking spells. What if I stack a few more layers?

What if there are a hundred, a thousand, or ten thousand layers?

Thinking of this, Sebastian's heart became hot.

Will there be a day when I can use the Shield Charm to stack spells, withstand Voldemort's huge attack, knock him to the ground with a stick, and then arrogantly shout "Who else!"

"Impossible!" A loud roar came from the side.

Gryffindor's jaw dropped to the ground in surprise. He scratched his hair into a mess and looked extremely devastated.

He rushed to Sebastian's side, grabbed his collar with both hands, and roared unwillingly.

"I don't believe it! Boy, you dare to play me?! Can encouragement be so useful?! "

"No one can get it right the first time! You must have learned it before!"

"But how is this possible? It's clearly lost, which is why I left this secret realm of inheritance!"

Sebastian patted the Gryffindor's arm and pulled himself free from his grasp.

"Mr. Gryffindor, you are too enthusiastic now. I can't handle it."

"I still prefer the rebellious look you had just now."

"By the way," Sebastian paused and asked the question in his mind, "Why do you say that the stacking spell has been lost?"

"Didn't you just say that you taught it to several students?"

Gryffindor looked very lonely. He looked up at the white Hogwarts Castle in the secret realm and sighed deeply.

"They're all dead!"

Sebastian almost spit out his saliva.

How can they still be alive today?

Also, isn’t stacking spells very powerful?

The Gryffindor walked over to the steps and sat down, patting the floor next to him towards Sebastian.

"Slytherin boy, this is the last truth I want to tell you."

"The spell-casting competition between wizards is actually a competition of magic power!"

"Many spells require powerful magic as a foundation."

"If your own magic power is not strong enough, even if you stack a few more layers of armor spells, you will not be able to fight back against a wizard with high magic power."

"My students died in this way. They blindly worshipped me and blindly believed in the power of the overlapping spells. That's why they died."

A powerful magic base...

Hearing this, Sebastian was touched. He remembered that in the original book, Barty Crouch Jr. had said something similar when he pretended to be Moody.

It seemed that even if the little wizards used the melon-eating trick on him, he would just have a nosebleed at most.

Now it seems that the principle is the same!

Gryffindor looked deeply at Sebastian who was in deep thought, and gave his instructions solemnly.

"Stacking spells doesn't make you invincible!"

"Many times, you need to judge for yourself whether your stacked spells can resist the enemy's spells. This requires a very strong magical perception."

"Kid, don't get too cocky and die!"

Powerful magical perception?

Sebastian was completely relieved, as he knew this was a perfect match for his profession.

This spell is completely tailor-made for me!

This trip to the Forbidden Forest was amazing!

"Later, I became discouraged and stopped teaching my spells. It was just that I didn't want to see my unique skills lost in time."

"So, after Slytherin left the Chamber of Secrets and left the school, I also left my own secret inheritance deep in the forest."

"Does that mean," Sebastian said excitedly, "that Ms. Ravenclaw and Ms. Hufflepuff also left their heritage at Hogwarts?"

Gryffindor stood up and looked at Sebastian with a half-smile.

"Maybe there is, maybe not. You need to explore it yourself, kid!"

As he spoke, Gryffindor's face straightened, he raised his wand to his chest and gave Sebastian a duel salute.

"Tell me your name, Slytherin boy! You have my approval!"

"I exist to pass on the legacy of the spell. Now that my wish has been fulfilled, it will soon dissipate."

"But even if it's just a memory, I don't want it to end in a dull way!"

"Before that, let's have a good fight!"

Looking at the Gryffindor who was already in a state of disintegration, Sebastian stood opposite him with a serious expression.

He raised his wand solemnly to his chest and returned the salute to Gryffindor.

"Sebastian Swann, Professor of Hogwarts, I seek your advice!"

Gryffindor laughed loudly, raised his magic sword again, and rushed towards Sebastian, while the wand in his left hand flashed with the light of a spell.

"Haha, I'm Godric Gryffindor, the head of Gryffindor House. Let me teach you one last lesson!"

Sebastian did not retreat this time. Instead, he rushed forward with determination like a stubborn Gryffindor.

"Farewell, Mr. Gryffindor."

"Please, have a safe journey!"

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After a fierce battle, Sebastian appeared outside the secret realm with a bruised face.

He covered his face, waved his wand and dragged Robert to his side.

He then produced three broomsticks and spoke incoherently to the stunned Fred and Snape.

“Don’t ask why!”

"Nothing happened..."

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