Hogwarts: I am the White Demon King

Since the Warrior Selection, exchange students from the four magic schools have been integrated into the upper-grade classrooms.

This arrangement has presented unprecedented challenges for the sixth and seventh-year professors.

They not only have to make the course content more in-depth but also strive to attract students' interest with lively teaching methods, doing their utmost to ensure that the reputation of Hogwarts, a thousand-year-old institution, is not affected in the slightest.

In the Advanced Muggle Studies class that Sebastian is responsible for this year, some students from other schools who are full of curiosity about Muggle Studies have also joined.

Among them, the most active are the students from Ilvermorny. After experiencing the turmoil of the Potions Championship, they are eager to find a way for the magical and Muggle worlds to coexist harmoniously.

To this end, Sebastian designed a large number of interactive sessions, encouraging students to actively speak and discuss, so as to conduct intellectual collisions. When the mood strikes, he will also take these students to the Muggle world for practical investigation.

Of course, Sebastian did not forget to cultivate the three champions. He constantly encouraged and guided the three to open their minds, patiently listened to those crazy ideas, assessed their feasibility, and continuously adjusted and experimented in practice.

The three gradually developed a tacit understanding, and they were much more courageous and confident when facing the dragons.

A week passed like this, and Sebastian suddenly received an unexpected phone call.

As agreed, he came to the Three Broomsticks and met the person who had called him.

"It was rude of me to ask you to meet so suddenly. I know you don't like seeing me, but I still want to ask you to do your best to help Harry at school."

Sirius Black sat in a booth at the Three Broomsticks, looking at Sebastian with a worried expression.

During his weekend meeting with Harry, he learned the specific details of the first task from him.

Concerned about his godson and wanting to fulfill his godfatherly responsibilities, Sirius immediately offered to help Harry practice and teach him a few tricks.

But to his surprise, Harry's strength was much greater than when he had chased him in the Forbidden Forest. Even after exerting all his strength, he only managed to draw with Harry.

"I've been in Azkaban for too long, and my strength has deteriorated too much. I can't help Harry much anymore."

Looking at the depressed Sirius, Sebastian was filled with surprise.

This guy was actually willing to make a request to his old rival. It was truly unexpected.

Logically speaking, after hearing that Harry was going to challenge a dragon, this guy should have been excited to death.

After all, when he was young, the thing he liked to do most was all kinds of exciting things.

Now it seems that after experiencing the mundane aspects of life, Sirius has also matured.

Sirius stared and said, "There's one thing that I'm very concerned about, and that is that Harry's tone when talking about the dragons is extremely casual, as if he's not facing a 5X-level magical creature that can burn him to ashes with a mouthful of fire, but a harmless Bowtruckle."

"I know you're already helping Harry and the others, but Harry said he promised you not to reveal the specific details of the training."

"It doesn't matter if you don't tell me, but I hope you can correct his attitude and not let him be so... so arrogant."

"That's not called arrogance," Sebastian said, taking a sip of tea. "That's called confidence, and confidence comes from the strength of their team."

"Harry and the others are not reckless. They have considerable combat intelligence. Just wait and be shocked speechless."

"In addition, I will personally serve as a safety officer at the competition site to ensure that no one is fatally injured."

..............

Time passed day by day. On the last lesson of the week before the competition, all the champions came to a small classroom to receive wand inspections and champion interviews before the competition.

It was a small classroom, much simpler than other classrooms. The surrounding desks and chairs had been moved to the walls, leaving a large open space in the middle.

In front of the blackboard, three desks were lined up side by side, covered with a thick piece of velvet.

Ludo Bagman and the headmasters of the five schools stood next to the desks, chatting casually, their eyes constantly wandering over the champions.

Most of the champions were somewhat absent-minded, and they all put on a forced smile when facing the reporters' interviews. Obviously, they had learned about the magical creatures they would face in the first task from different sources.

Draco became the darling of many reporters. These reporters received a large number of Galleons from Lucius, vowing to shape Draco into the most outstanding champion in this year's Triwizard Tournament.

Harry was not idle either. He was called aside by Rita Skeeter, a reporter from the Daily Prophet, who kept asking about his relationship with Sebastian.

Harry took the time to glance at the words she was writing down with a Quick-Quotes Quill. Those flattering words made his whole body crawl with goosebumps.

"Ah ha, Mr. Ollivander is here," Ludo Bagman shouted. "Let's prepare to start the wand inspections."

The person who came was Ollivander, one of the three great wandmakers in Europe. As soon as he entered the classroom, he grabbed Dumbledore's arm.

"Headmaster Dumbledore, please help me find Professor Swann. I have an appointment with him for a wand inspection and wand maintenance service. Please make sure he doesn't stand me up."

"Of course, I'll notify him now," Dumbledore said, looking at Ollivander's eager appearance. He didn't ask any more questions but released his Patronus to deliver the message.

"Sebastian won't look at his magical phone during class. The Patronus is more reliable."

"Please proceed with the wand inspections first," Dumbledore said, taking Ollivander to sit at the wand inspection table.

Ollivander didn't hesitate and immediately showed the professional qualities of a top wandmaker, carefully checking whether the champions' wands were functioning perfectly.

Among them, he marveled at Fleur's wand's sensitivity and capriciousness because the core of that wand was a Veela hair.

But when he saw the wands of the Uagadou students, his entire face darkened, and he didn't look so happy.

"African wands are still so extreme," Ollivander picked up something that was more like a stick than a wand and looked at it carefully.

"It's really too extreme. It's even more rough than the wands from Northern Europe, which makes it difficult for me to give a proper evaluation."

"Perhaps only when used in conjunction with their hand gestures can the true advantages of this wand be brought into play."

Ollivander quickly finished inspecting the champions' wands, and then he couldn't wait to come directly to the Muggle Studies classroom. After Sebastian finished class, he came to the quiet office with him.

"This is the most perfect wand. No matter how many times I look at it, I think it's beautiful," Ollivander said, looking at the Dragon Bone Wand over and over again, reluctant to put it down.

"It's been almost a year, and you haven't brought the wand to me for inspection, nor have you told me how it's performing. How could you treat it like this?"

"Sebastian, you must promise me that you will come to me every six months, no, every three months."

"I want to personally maintain this Dragon Bone Wand, for free!"

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Amidst everyone's expectations, the time came to November 24th.