Hogwarts: I am the White Lord

Just one week had passed, and Gryffindor's house scores had already pulled far ahead of other houses.

Looking at the ruby ​​in the Gryffindor scoring column, Sebastian became a little restless.

what happened?

Didn’t school just start ten days ago?

Why did Gryffindor score nearly 50 points more than the second place?

After asking a few students, Sebastian figured out what happened and walked angrily towards the basement.

I had been worried that at the end of the semester, Dumbledore would give Gryffindor some extra points.

Unexpectedly, there was no need to wait at all, the Head of Slytherin had already become a traitor.

boom!

The door to Snape's office was flung open.

Snape, who was brewing a potion, just glanced at the person who came and turned his attention back to the vitality tonic in the crucible.

"It seems that Professor Swan's mind is filled with Achnatherum splendens again, and he has forgotten even the most basic etiquette."

"Oh! I see. It must be that Professor Swann's glory is gone, and all the limelight has been taken away by Professor Lockhart."

"But please be kind and don't take your anger out on the poor Potions Professor, okay?"

When it comes to sharp tongue, Sebastian knew clearly that he was no match for Snape.

So, in the face of Snape's sarcasm, Sebastian pretended not to hear it.

immunity!

Moreover, it is actually very simple to break Snape's defense. In this regard, Sebastian has always had his own unique skills.

He released his magical perception and carefully sensed the potion in the crucible.

"The blackroot was added too late, otherwise the quality of the potion could be improved a bit more."

Hearing this, Snape's breathing became heavier, and he was just about to make a sarcastic remark when Sebastian interrupted his spell.

"Don't talk, stir the potion now."

snort!

This potion is totally unbearable!

Snape suppressed his unhappiness and put the stirring stick into the potion and stirred it clockwise seven times.

When the potion in the crucible was completely stable, he stood up straight, looked at Sebastian sideways, and said unhappily, "What's the matter?"

"What's going on with the Gryffindor house division? Could you please explain it to this poor Potions professor?"

"Oh," Snape threw his black robes and returned to his seat, "just some reasonable extra points."

Reasonable bonus points?

Sebastian was so angry that he laughed. He stood up straight and spoke slowly, imitating Snape.

"Mr. Potter, congratulations on becoming a first-year Potions assistant. Ten points added."

"Mr. Potter's posture in brewing potions is very standard, 5 points added."

"Mr. Potter, you are the first one to brew the scabies potion. You will get 5 points."

"Mr. Potter, when Neville put the porcupine quills into the crucible, you reminded him in time and prevented a disaster from happening. Add 20 points."

......

Snape was furious when he saw Sebastian imitating him.

He straightened his black robe and replied in a flat tone.

"As the professor of Potions, I have the right to give extra points to outstanding students."

You are so stubborn!

Fortunately, Voldemort didn't know that your mouth is such a top-notch alchemical material.

If Voldemort used your mouth to make a Horcrux, even the basilisk's fangs and the sword of Gryffindor would not be able to stop him from winning.

Sebastian sneered, took out a piece of parchment filled with teaching assistant regulations and placed it in front of Snape.

"Would you please take your eyes off Harry and read the regulations carefully?"

"The teaching assistant is paid by Hogwarts, so it is only natural for Harry to help his classmates in Potions class. This is the teaching assistant's duty. It would be excessive if you added any more points to him."

"You better pay attention to the impact!"

Snape had a blank expression on his face as he picked up the regulations and read them carefully.

Boom boom boom!

Just then, there was a knock on the office door.

Snape maintained his reading posture and said without raising his head: "Come in!"

The door opened and a third-year Slytherin wizard walked in. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Sebastian.

"Thank God, Professor Swann, you are really here. Please go to the Great Hall and have a look. Malfoy is going to duel with Potter."

Hearing this, Sebastian turned his head and looked at Snape, then they set off towards the hall together.

Before he reached the door of the auditorium, Sebastian heard Ron's shouting from inside.

"Fred and George, you two traitors, instead of helping Harry to deal with Slytherin, you agreed with Marcus to arrange for someone to find the professor."

"You guys just got selected for the school team and you're already sucking up to the captain, right?!"

"You two spineless guys!"

"Ron!" Hermione's voice rang out, "This kind of thing really requires the professor to step in."

"Little Ronnie," Fred replied to Ron with a smile, "It has nothing to do with Marcus. Even if he doesn't arrange for someone to find Professor Swan, we will go find him."

"Yes," George agreed, "Whenever there is a conflict between students from different colleges, they must go to Professor Swan. This is the rule set by Professor Swan."

"I told you, don't call me Little Ronnie!"

Ron was still a little indignant after hearing the twins' explanation, so he muttered softly.

"Professor Swan is from Slytherin. Who can guarantee that he won't be partial?"

"Heh," Marcus, who was standing behind Malfoy, chuckled, "Don't worry, Professor Swann is always fair."

Marcus laughed inwardly.

He has personal experience in this regard.

When he first joined the school team last year, he had conflicts with students from other colleges.

As a result, after learning the whole story, Professor Swan not only deducted his own points, but also personally watched him recite the school rules and regulations for an hour at the door of the auditorium during lunch.

From then on, Marcus changed his attitude and became a staunch advocate for maintaining peace in the academy.

Gradually, conflicts between colleges became less frequent.

After all, no one wants to stand at the door of the auditorium and be looked at like a monkey.

Thinking of this, Marcus felt a hint of anticipation in his heart and smiled with glee.

Seeing Marcus' malicious smile, Hermione felt a little worried, but she couldn't tell what was wrong about it.

She glanced at the crowd and found that apart from Malfoy's uneasy face, there was no tense atmosphere at all.

Both Gryffindor and Slytherin students looked like they were enjoying a good show.

It seemed as if everyone was looking forward to Professor Swan's arrival.

"The professor is here!"

A shout was heard in the distance, and then the crowd parted to both sides, revealing a few little kids standing in the middle.

Sebastian walked in, and as the students talked a lot, he immediately understood that it was the conflict caused by Neville's memory ball in the first flying class.

"Mr. Malfoy, you will be deducted 10 points from Slytherin for bullying your classmates."

Sebastian cleared a clean area and said to Malfoy and Harry.

"Aren't you going to duel?"

"Professor Snape and I will personally witness this for you."

"Come on, both players please take your positions!"