Hogwarts: I am the White Demon King

Reaching the step of recruiting Squibs was proving to be somewhat troublesome.

The hype surrounding curing Squibs was too great and could easily cause a sensation in the magical world.

Now was also a sensitive time of war, and if Voldemort were to learn of this news, who knew what kind of trouble it might stir up.

For the sake of prudence, it was better to proceed discreetly.

This was making things difficult. Squibs belonged to a group that was as marginalized as could be in the magical world, and Sebastian had not paid much attention to them.

Without being able to openly recruit, he really couldn't think of any suitable candidates for the time being. The only one he could think of was Harry's neighbor, Mrs. Figg.

However, whether it was bringing Mrs. Figg over, or Sebastian and Mia taking Malfoy out, it would be too much trouble. More importantly, Malfoy's identity was also very sensitive. It was fine in school, but if he went out with Sebastian, it would be too conspicuous.

Seeing Sebastian's difficulty, Malfoy was a little puzzled: "Professor, isn't there a ready-made Squib in the school, Filch? We can look for him."

This was a classic case of overlooking the obvious!

Sebastian mentally groaned.

He usually saw Filch too often and subconsciously overlooked his identity. Malfoy, the student, was more aware of it.

It was still unclear whether Filch would be willing to be the first test subject, but it didn't matter. He could have Malfoy run an errand and call him over to ask.

Malfoy was very efficient and soon brought Filch back to the office.

Standing there, Filch seemed very uneasy. There was a world of difference between their statuses, so he couldn't help but feel uneasy. He could only try his best to put on a flattering smile.

"Professor Swan, Madam Swan, I don't know what you want to see me about?"

"Mr. Filch, please sit down," Sebastian said with a gentle smile, waving his wand to pour the other party a drink.

Now, Filch was even more uneasy. He sat carefully on the sofa, sitting upright like a student in training.

"Don't be nervous, Mr. Filch. I just want to ask you, would you like to personally cast magic?"

Magic?!

Filch stood up subconsciously, his face pale, and stammered.

"Professor, I... I am a Squib. I cannot use magic."

"Don't be agitated, Mr. Filch. I know you are a Squib, so I want to ask you, would you like to become a real wizard?"

Hearing this, Filch, who had just sat back on the sofa, stood up again with a jolt. He pointed at himself and asked in disbelief.

"Professor, are you saying that I can get rid of my Squib status and become a real wizard?"

Become a wizard?!

This was too far-fetched. He had been pursuing it all his life, and he had never heard of any way to turn a Squib into a wizard.

However, Madam Swan was an extremely famous healer in the magical world, specializing in treating various intractable diseases caused by dark magic. And Professor Swan was even more remarkable. There were even rumors on the market that Professor Swan was now the most powerful person in the magical world, even more powerful than the Dark Lord and Dumbledore.

If it was these two people, it might really be possible to turn a Squib into a wizard. In any case, Filch couldn't figure out any reason why these two busy people would make fun of him.

"Mr. Filch, don't be excited," Sebastian waved his hand. "We have improved a spell that may help Squibs transform into wizards."

"We are now preparing to recruit Squib volunteers to begin further clinical trials."

"After our improvement, this spell will not endanger life, but it is very likely to cause pain to the test subjects, especially in the step of awakening magic."

"In addition, this spell may also have a side effect, that is, after becoming a wizard, you will still be troubled by pain from time to time, but of course, this level of pain is not worth mentioning compared to awakening magic."

The Magic Activation Curse was ultimately improved from the Boil-Busting Curse. Its essence was still a curse, and it would still bring pain to the Squib.

Of course, compared to the Boil-Busting Curse, this was controllable, and the pain was bearable. At least the goblins used for experiments all lived steadily to this day and were very energetic.

Sebastian did not force Filch to agree to the experiment, but carefully told him all the precautions and let him make his own decision.

"Mr. Filch, you can choose to be the first test subject. Of course, if you have any concerns, you can wait until the treatment plan is mature."

Sebastian took out a magic contract and put it on the table: "The choice is in your own hands. Of course, whether you are willing to participate or not, you need to sign this strict confidentiality contract. Before the Dark Lord falls, we do not allow any news to leak out."

As soon as he finished speaking, Filch picked up the quill and signed his name on the magic contract without hesitation.

There was nothing to hesitate about!

As long as there was a glimmer of possibility, he also wanted to become a wizard. This was his dream since childhood.

The mere side effects were nothing. If he wanted to become a wizard, this was the price he had to pay.

Filch picked up the magic contract, handed it to Sebastian with both hands, and then looked at the other party with anticipation: "Professor, when will the clinical trial begin? Do I need to make some preparations in advance?"

"That's not necessary," Sebastian said with a slight smile. "We can start now."

With that, he and Mia took Filch to the small room next to the office that had been converted into an observation room and had Filch lie directly on the hospital bed.

Malfoy followed behind everyone, holding a magic camera in his hand, with a shorthand quill floating beside him, quietly playing the role of a little assistant.

For the sake of prudence, Sebastian took the initiative to undertake the important task of the first clinical experiment. After all, his magic perception was the strongest, and his control over the spell was also the strongest. In case of an accident, he could also make timely remedies.

"Mr. Filch, it will be very painful next. In order to achieve the best results, we cannot stun you or put you to sleep. You need to resist the pain with your willpower and then feel the reaction of magic with your heart."

Understood!

Filch nodded, indicating that he was ready, and then he saw Sebastian gently wave his wand at him.