Hogwarts: I am the White Demon King

From the corner shop, Sebastian stood by the second-floor window, his gaze falling upon the several shop owners with panicked expressions through the dim glass.

The corners of his lips curved slightly, his smile carrying a profound meaning.

He was thoroughly aware of the forces behind these shops—the Malfoy family, the Nott family, the Avery family, and so on, all pure-blood families under Voldemort's command.

Without exception, the heads of these families were all on the Ministry of Magic's wanted list.

Amelia had suggested sealing off these shops, but Sebastian had decisively stopped her.

Diagon Alley had already declined, and these shops were finding it difficult to maintain their former glory, earning pitifully few Galleons. Since that was the case, why not let them continue to exist and serve a more interesting purpose?

Just like now, these shop owners would surely inform their old friends at the first opportunity. Soon, Voldemort would know that someone had broken into the Lestrange family's vault.

Heh heh, he really wanted to see what kind of expression Old Voldy would have on his face after learning this news.

Voldemort certainly wouldn't care about ordinary valuables, but Hufflepuff's cup was his lifeline, and Voldemort would definitely come to confirm it personally.

Thinking of this, Sebastian's gaze leisurely turned towards Gringotts at the street corner, silently mourning for the goblins for a brief moment in his heart.

Poor goblins, hopefully, you can withstand the wrath from Old Voldy.

Thump, thump, thump, thump—

Steady footsteps echoed in the stairwell as Quirrell pushed the door open once again, a smile seeking praise on his face.

"Boss, I have completed my mission without dishonor. I have retrieved what you wanted, along with all the wealth from the Lestrange vault."

Quirrell bowed slightly, handing over the Undetectable Extension Charm bag with a beaming smile: "Also, as per your instructions, I left a Tracking Peeper on that Ukrainian Ironbelly, making it easy to control its whereabouts."

Even a mosquito's leg is meat, let alone such a huge dragon?

Sebastian had no intention of letting the Ukrainian Ironbelly continue to roam freely; the Romanian Dragon Sanctuary was the dragon's final destination.

With the Tracking Peeper in place, it would be easy to arrange for the dragon tamers from the dragon sanctuary to capture the Ukrainian Ironbelly and bring it back.

"Well done," Sebastian nodded slightly, his tone quite satisfied. "After we finish with the main business, I will issue an order through the Ministry of Magic to have the dragon tamers take care of the rest. After all, this dragon can't keep wandering around, threatening the safety of wizards and Muggles."

As he spoke, he opened the Undetectable Extension Charm bag and took out Hufflepuff's golden cup from the interlayer.

In an instant, he sensed the thick aura of dark magic emanating from it.

That's right, it's the real deal. Old Voldy's Horcrux count increases by one!

After confirming it was correct, Sebastian put away the golden cup and handed the Undetectable Extension Charm bag to Quirrell, who was waiting respectfully on the side.

"You've worked hard. Consider the Lestrange family's wealth as your reward for this trip."

What?!

Quirrell's pupils suddenly contracted, his gaze shifting from Sebastian to the bag in his hand, then back again, as if unable to comprehend the meaning of these words for a moment.

That was the entire wealth of the Lestrange family!

Just... given to him like that?!

"B... Boss," his voice became stuttering, as if he had instantly reverted to his days of teaching at Hogwarts, "This... this is too much. I could never spend it all."

"If you can't spend it all, then spend it slowly," Sebastian waved his hand, interrupting him without question. "Not just anyone could have accomplished this mission. You handled things beautifully, and this is the reward you deserve."

"Alright, you should return to Asia first, Quirinus. There's a Portkey inside the bag that leads directly to Asia. I'll call you again when the final battle comes."

Quirrell left unsteadily, his steps faltering, his legs weak, seemingly still unable to believe that such a huge pie had fallen from the sky.

Sebastian watched his back, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, then turned his head again to look out the window, his gaze falling on the direction of Gringotts.

Very good, not a single goblin has left yet. It seems they are still inside investigating what exactly happened.

The room quieted down again, and the street outside became even quieter. The already sparse pedestrians were now nowhere to be seen, as everyone knew a storm was brewing.

Soon, the fireplace in Diagon Alley flickered, and a tall, thin figure slowly stepped out from it.

Scarlet eyes, a pale bald head, an icy aura—it was Voldemort, who had rushed over after receiving the news.

In the next second, his figure transformed into black smoke, rushing straight towards Gringotts!

Fires flickered one after another, and a dozen Death Eaters in black robes appeared one after another, transforming into black smoke, closely following behind the Dark Lord.

In the Gringotts hall, the goblins were already in chaos.

"Who exactly is it? Who dares to provoke Gringotts, killing more than a dozen of our companions!"

"Issue a bounty notice, we must catch that person!"

"Yes, this thief is even more arrogant than the last one, we must catch him to restore Gringotts' reputation."

"After catching him, we must torture him severely. Our companions cannot die in vain!"

"Stop arguing, first take stock of the losses!"

"We've already taken stock. Apart from the Lestrange vault and that Ukrainian Ironbelly, all the other vaults are intact."

Boom—

A violent explosion interrupted the argument, and the entire Gringotts gate collapsed with a loud crash, rubble flying and dust billowing!

Who is it?!

Daring to provoke goblins again and again, does he really think we are made of clay!

Almost all the goblins in Britain are gathered here today. That robber took advantage of our meeting to slip through the cracks, and now someone dares to come over, does he not know how to spell death?

The goblins were furious and burned with anger, preparing to launch an attack.

However, when they saw that bald head and those deep scarlet eyes, the entire hall instantly fell silent.

Dead silence.

All the goblins froze in place, their pupils contracted, and a chill shot straight from the soles of their feet to the crown of their heads.

The Dark Lord actually came in person!

Voldemort coldly swept around, and said in a cruel tone.

"Goblin, take me to Bella's vault!"