Hogwarts: I am the White Lord

Sebastian actually wanted Harry to come to Slytherin.

But he knew clearly that this was simply impossible.

Since he could convince the Sorting Hat, Dumbledore would be no problem at all.

In addition, Dumbledore has always had a prejudice against Slytherin.

He loves Harry so much, how could he allow Harry to go to Slytherin!

Back then, in order to ensure that Harry's peaceful life would not be disturbed, Dumbledore made many people promise not to disturb him before he was 11 years old.

However, Sebastian also figured it out.

He felt that Harry's stubborn personality was actually more suitable for Gryffindor, and he was very incompatible with the atmosphere of Slytherin.

Most importantly, Harry also needs the sincere companionship of friends of the same age as he grows up.

In the Slytherin environment, it is rare to find a good friend who would go through life and death with Harry on impulse.

Especially among the little ones who will enter Slytherin this year, many of them come from Death Eater families.

Harry would definitely feel uncomfortable in this atmosphere.

Harry being uncomfortable equals Mia being unhappy.

If Mia is unhappy, it means she will have a hard time.

Therefore, regarding the matter of sorting, Sebastian was still happy to see Harry go to Gryffindor.

After figuring this out, Sebastian relaxed completely.

He looked at the Sorting Hat in his hand and decided to verify another guess of his.

Sebastian stood up straight, closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

In just a moment, his aura changed.

He slowly put his right hand into the Sorting Hat and then clenched his palm slightly.

Suddenly, an irrepressible smile appeared on his face, and he felt a cold metallic touch in his hand.

It was the hilt of a sword.

Sebastian grasped the hilt of the sword and pulled hard.

"Qiang!"

A crisp metallic sound echoed in the principal's office.

In an instant, a jeweled sword was drawn out, the blade emitting a cold light that illuminated the entire room.

Huh?

Why is there the sound of a sword being unsheathed?

Didn't it come out of the hat?

Sebastian turned the Sorting Hat over and studied it for a long time, but couldn't figure out what was going on.

With the sound of the sword, the entire principal's office became lively.

"This is impossible," Phineas in the portrait was the first to shout, "You are a Slytherin, how can you pull out this sword!"

After Phineas, other headmaster portraits also spoke up to discuss this strange phenomenon.

The argument became more and more intense, and in the end, the portrait of Principal Delis ran directly into Phineas's frame and chased him and started hitting him.

Sebastian looked at the sword of Gryffindor in his hand happily and danced with it handsomely.

Then he thrust his sword forward and smiled at the portraits of the headmasters.

"Haha, from today on, I am the Gryffindor Sword Master from Slytherin..."

Before he finished speaking, Dumbledore appeared in the headmaster's office, accompanied by the clear cry of Fawkes.

He looked at Sebastian who was pointing his sword at him, and a flash of surprise appeared in his eyes.

"Sebastian, please tell me what you need."

"I think I'd be easy to talk to even if you didn't point a sword at me."

Dumbledore made a playful joke, then returned to his seat and looked at Sebastian with a smile on his face.

Even though Sebastian was very thick-skinned, his face still turned red after being caught showing off by Dumbledore.

"Hey, Principal, you're back so early."

Sebastian smiled awkwardly, put the Sword of Gryffindor and the Sorting Hat on the shelf, then sat opposite Dumbledore and forced a change of subject.

"Principal, I heard that you have Nicolas Flamel's Philosopher's Stone. Can I use it?"

Dumbledore looked a little surprised. He didn't expect that Sebastian would come to him today just after he got the Philosopher's Stone in his hand yesterday.

"Oh, if you're interested in the Philosopher's Stone, why don't you try making one yourself?"

Dumbledore did not directly answer Sebastian's request, but instead asked him a question.

Hearing this, Sebastian smiled slightly.

Didn’t you say you’re easy to talk to?

I knew it wasn’t that simple!

"Headmaster, although Nicolas Flamel has published all the steps to the Philosopher's Stone, no one has succeeded so far."

"We in the Swan family have also studied it, but we haven't found the problem yet."

"Only Nicolas Flamel himself knows when the Philosopher's Stone was created, but it was not until after the Black Death in Europe that it was finally revealed to the world."

"I have a guess here, that is, the refining of the Philosopher's Stone requires an extremely huge amount of vitality."

"That also explains why Nicolas Flamel said that he also refined the Philosopher's Stone by chance. Even if he was given another chance, he wouldn't be able to do it."

"Of course," Sebastian changed the subject and looked at Dumbledore with burning eyes, "I have no intention of verifying whether this idea is correct. I just want to borrow the Philosopher's Stone."

Dumbledore's expression was expressionless, so Sebastian couldn't tell what he was thinking.

"What are you going to do after you get the Philosopher's Stone?"

"Refine endless gold?"

Without waiting for Sebastian to reply, Dumbledore continued speaking sincerely.

"There is a saying among Muggles that human desires are like Pandora's box. Once it is fully opened, it can never be closed again."

"Sebastian, you already have enough money, so don't let the Philosopher's Stone corrupt your will."

"No, you misunderstood me again. I just want to use the Philosopher's Stone to make some water to drink." Sebastian took out a special cup and placed it on Dumbledore's desk.

Dumbledore was speechless.

Doesn't this guy think he is a fool?

Although the water soaked in the magic stone is indeed one of the raw materials for refining the immortality potion, it is too unrefined to drink it directly.

Even if you say you use it to water the flowers, it would be more reliable than this.

Sebastian was a little helpless, he actually just wanted some water soaked in the magic stone to water the herbs and do some more things.

For example, doing some potion experiments.

For example, save Quirrell.

Sebastian was still puzzled when he thought about what happened to Quirrell.

When I first came to Hogwarts, Quirrell had not yet resigned. It was only after receiving the photo album I gave him that he made up his mind to travel around the Muggle world.

But Sebastian had never expected that Quirrell would go to the forests of Albania.

what's going on?

Which flowers make more beautiful specimens?

Are you so unlucky?

When they met again at the Leaky Cauldron, Quirrell had been completely bewitched by Voldemort.

During Sebastian's exchange with Quirrell, he had not yet been possessed by Voldemort.

Sebastian tried to probe Quirrell in various ways, but Quirrell acted completely normal, as if nothing had happened.

At that time, Sebastian realized that even if he took the initiative to make it clear, it would be of no avail and might even alert the enemy.

However, Sebastian was still prepared to help him at the critical moment.

But how and when to pull it is worth planning carefully.

While Sebastian's thoughts were racing, Dumbledore just looked at the special water cup on the table, not knowing what he was thinking about.

After a long while, Dumbledore finally spoke.

"Sebastian, I can get you the water you need."

"However, you should have heard that someone has set their sights on the Philosopher's Stone."

"So I need you to come with me..."

"Protect the Philosopher's Stone!"

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