Hogwarts: I am the White Lord

At the command, the young wizards dispersed and started practicing with their companions.

Harry was embarrassed to find that he was left behind and no one was willing to team up with him.

"Sorry mate," Ron said apologetically, "you're just too strong, I don't want to get into trouble."

"Harry," Hermione said, also a little embarrassed, "Seriously, would you consider teaming up with a second or third year student?"

Team up with senior classmates?

Harry was a little hesitant. He looked around and found that everyone had basically formed teams.

He originally wanted to find Neville, but found that he had already teamed up with Seamus.

"boom!"

Harry's eyes flashed and he was startled.

He looked closely and found that Seamus's spell had exploded again. His entire face turned black and his hair turned into an afro.

The little wizards around were also shocked. After they figured out what was going on, they all burst into laughter.

Sebastian came over when he heard the noise, and after confirming that Seamus was fine, he let them continue practicing.

Then he found Harry who was alone. After finding out what happened, Sebastian looked around and found Malfoy who was also alone in Slytherin.

What a coincidence!

Just put these two together.

In the first grade, the abilities of these two little guys are the closest.

Sebastian walked over to Malfoy and whispered something in his ear.

After obtaining Malfoy's consent, Sebastian brought him to Harry's side and formed the two into a team.

As soon as Sebastian left, Malfoy smiled crookedly, with a provocative gleam in his eyes.

"Potter, others are afraid of you, but I am not! I was careless yesterday, but I will not give you any chance today. Come on!"

......

In the auditorium, the young wizards were working in pairs, conducting duel training with great enthusiasm.

Fred and George, the twins who usually love to play tricks, were not as naughty as before. They stood opposite each other, practicing spells attentively, and every action was full of rigor and seriousness.

Percy was beside Penelope, carefully adjusting her posture, his expression focused and gentle, as if he was admiring a fine work of art.

Marcus lay stiffly on the mat, his eyes fixed on the ceiling, patiently waiting for his companions to come and help him remove the curse.

As time went on, the hall became more and more crowded and chaotic, and from time to time little wizards were accidentally injured by spells cast by other groups.

Every corner was crowded with people, spells flying everywhere flashed dazzling lights, and the shouts of students and the sound of spells colliding mixed together, making Sebastian feel a little overwhelmed.

Sebastian also noticed that several groups of students had to practice in small areas due to lack of space.

Seeing this scene, Sebastian frowned.

This won't work, the auditorium is still too small.

We have to think of a better way!

Suddenly, his eyes lit up and an idea came to his mind.

Why not build a dedicated dueling arena?

A duel arena with complete facilities and spacious space!

This will not only solve the problems of crowding and chaos, but also provide better training conditions for young wizards.

Young wizards can come to this venue to practice spells at any time.

If necessary, duels can also be held inside.

Sebastian immediately called the professors together and explained his ideas to them in detail.

"Great, Sebastian," Professor Flitwick praised the idea, "This way, the young wizards will have a professional venue to practice spells."

Professor McGonagall looked at Sebastian with appreciation: "We can choose the venue in the open space next to the Quidditch pitch. There is enough space there."

"Well, you guys just watch here first," Professor McGonagall turned and walked out of the hall, "I'll go find Dumbledore now and settle the matter."

"Great, very great!" After seeing Sebastian's gaze, Lockhart smiled flatteringly, "I will donate 10,000 gold galleons in my personal name!"

Snape looked at Sebastian and said coldly, "If you need any help, feel free to ask."

Professor McGonagall acted very quickly and returned to the hall in a short while.

She handed a small cloth bag to Sebastian and spoke to him kindly.

"Dumbledore said he believes in you and told you to just go for it!"

......

Night, Swann Manor.

Sebastian sat on the sofa, staring quietly at the red gem on the table, looking thoughtful.

At this time, the bathroom door opened slightly, and Mia walked out in pajamas with wet hair.

She raised her wand and waved it gently, and her hair instantly became dry and smooth, exuding a faint fragrance.

Mia sat down next to Sebastian, her eyes quickly drawn to the gems on the table.

"Sebastian, what kind of stone is this? It's so beautiful!" she couldn't help but ask.

Sebastian smiled and gently pulled her in to him, letting her lean against his shoulder.

"It's the Philosopher's Stone, dear," he whispered, a hint of mystery in his voice.

Mia's eyes widened, her face full of shock. "The Philosopher's Stone? The one belonging to Nicolas Flamel?"

"Didn't you say it was in Dumbledore's hands?"

"Dumbledore actually trusted you so much that he let you take it out of Hogwarts?!"

Sebastian nodded, looking at the Philosopher's Stone on the table, his mind racing.

After receiving the cloth bag from Professor McGonagall, he simply put it in his traceless stretch bag and continued to instruct his students.

To be honest, he never expected that there was a philosopher's stone in the bag.

Why is Old Deng suddenly so generous?

The Philosopher's Stone, which he was not even allowed to look at before, is now handed directly into his hands!

I thought I would have to pay for the construction of the duel arena myself.

Sebastian was in a daze. He had no idea what Dumbledore was thinking.

You know, this stone contains infinite temptations, and anyone who gets it may fall into endless greed.

Is this trust?

Or a test?

If it's just a test, the cost is a bit high!

Sebastian hesitated for only a moment before becoming extremely ambitious.

Be it trust or testing, since Dumbledore has handed the Philosopher's Stone to me, I cannot do anything shameful.

Haha, a mere piece of gold, how can it disturb my spiritual heart!

I want to show Dumbledore what a real Slytherin is like.

This magic stone will never be abused!

Thinking of this, Sebastian gently stroked Mia's hair, with a firm look in his eyes, and slowly told Mia what was in his mind.

Mia raised her head, her eyes fixed on Sebastian's face.

There was a gleam of admiration in her eyes; this man was her hero.

As if sensing the love in Mia's eyes, Sebastian picked her up and walked towards the bedroom.

The Philosopher's Stone lay quietly on the table, like an inconspicuous stone...

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