Hogwarts: I am the White Demon King

In just one week, Gryffindor's house points had already pulled far ahead of the other houses.

Looking at the rubies in the Gryffindor scoring column, Sebastian felt a little restless.

What was going on?

Hadn't the term just started ten days ago?

Why were Gryffindor's points almost 50 ahead of the second-place house?

After asking a few students and understanding the reason for the situation, Sebastian stormed off towards the dungeons.

He had originally been worried that Dumbledore would randomly add points to Gryffindor at the end of the term.

He didn't expect that he wouldn't even have to wait; the Head of Slytherin had already become a traitor.

Bang!

The door to Snape's office was thrown open.

Snape, who was busy brewing a potion, merely glanced at the person who had entered before returning his attention to the invigorating potion in the cauldron.

"It seems Professor Swann's brain is once again filled with knotgrass, as he has even forgotten the most basic etiquette."

"Oh! I understand now; Professor Swann's glory days are over, and Professor Lockhart has stolen all the limelight."

"However, please be kind enough not to vent your anger on the poor Potions professor, alright?"

When it came to verbal venom, Sebastian knew clearly that he was no match for Snape.

Therefore, facing Snape's sarcasm, Sebastian pretended not to hear it.

Immunity!

Moreover, making Snape lose his composure was actually very simple; in this regard, Sebastian had his own unique techniques.

He released his magic perception and carefully sensed the potion in the cauldron.

"The black root herb was added too late; otherwise, the quality of the potion could have been improved further."

Hearing this, Snape's breathing quickened slightly. He was just about to open his mouth to retort when Sebastian interrupted his spellcasting.

"Don't talk; just keep stirring the potion now."

Humph!

This potion was completely ruined!

Snape suppressed the displeasure in his heart and stirred the potion clockwise seven times with the stirring rod.

Once the potion in the cauldron had completely stabilized, he straightened up and glanced sideways at Sebastian, saying unpleasantly, "What is it?"

"What exactly is going on with Gryffindor's house points? Could the poor Potions professor please explain?"

"Oh," Snape flicked his black robes and returned to his seat. "Just some reasonable point deductions."

Reasonable point deductions?

Sebastian was thoroughly amused and infuriated. He straightened up and imitated Snape's manner, saying slowly and deliberately.

"Mr. Potter, congratulations on becoming a Potions class assistant for the first year, 10 points."

"Mr. Potter's potion-brewing posture is very standard, 5 points."

"Mr. Potter, the first to finish brewing the Furnunculus Cure, 5 points."

"Mr. Potter, when Neville put porcupine quills into the cauldron, you promptly reminded him, preventing a disaster from occurring, 20 points."

......

Seeing Sebastian imitating him, Snape was furious.

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

"As the Potions professor, I have the right to award points to outstanding students."

What a tough mouth!

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

If Voldemort directly used your mouth to create a Horcrux, then even taking out the basilisk's fang and Gryffindor's sword would not be able to stop him from achieving victory.

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

"Please trouble the professor to take his eyes off Harry and read this regulation carefully."

"The assistant receives a salary from Hogwarts, so it is only right for Harry to help his classmates in Potions class. This is the assistant's duty, and it is excessive for you to add more points."

"At least pay attention to the impact!"

Snape was expressionless as he picked up the regulations and read them carefully.

Knock, knock, knock!

Just then, the office door was knocked on.

Snape maintained his reading posture and said without looking up, "Enter!"

The door opened, and a third-year Slytherin wizard walked in, visibly relieved after seeing Sebastian.

"Thank goodness, Professor Swann, you're really here. You must go to the Great Hall; Malfoy is going to duel Potter."

Hearing this, Sebastian turned his head and exchanged a glance with Snape, and then they both set off towards the Great Hall.

Before even reaching the entrance of the Great Hall, Sebastian heard Ron's shouting from inside.

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

"You just got selected for the Quidditch team and started sucking up to the captain, didn't you?!"

"You two spineless guys!"

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

"Little Ronnie," Fred replied to Ron with a smile, "It has nothing to do with Marcus; even if he didn't arrange for someone to find Professor Swann, we would have gone to find him anyway."

"That's right," George chimed in, "Whenever students from different houses have conflicts, they have to go to Professor Swann. This is the rule established by Professor Swann."

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

Hearing the twins' explanation, Ron was still somewhat unconvinced, so he muttered in a low voice.

"Professor Swann is from Slytherin; who can guarantee that he won't be biased."

"Heh," Marcus, standing behind Malfoy, chuckled softly, "You don't have to worry; Professor Swann is always fair."

Marcus felt a little amused in his heart.

In this regard, he had personal experience.

When he first joined the Quidditch team last year, he had a conflict with students from other houses.

As a result, after understanding the ins and outs of the matter, Professor Swann not only deducted his points but also personally supervised him while he recited the school rules and regulations at the entrance of the Great Hall for an hour during dinner.

From then on, Marcus became unusually supportive and a staunch advocate for maintaining peace between the houses.

Gradually, conflicts between the houses became less frequent.

After all, no one wanted to stand at the entrance of the Great Hall and be watched like a monkey.

Thinking of this, a hint of anticipation rose in Marcus's heart, revealing a gloating smile.

Seeing Marcus's malicious smile, Hermione felt vaguely worried in her heart; she couldn't put her finger on what was wrong.

She scanned the crowd of onlookers and found that, apart from Malfoy's unease, there was no tense atmosphere at all.

Whether Gryffindor or Slytherin students, they all looked like they were watching a good show.

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

"The professor is here!"

A shout came from afar, and then the crowd parted to both sides, revealing the few little beans standing in the middle.

Sebastian walked in, and amidst the students' chatter, he immediately understood that it was the conflict caused by Neville's Remembrall in the first flying lesson.

"Mr. Malfoy, for bullying a classmate, Slytherin loses 10 points."

Sebastian casually cleared a clean space and said to Malfoy and Harry.

"Aren't you going to duel?"

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

"Come on, may both contestants take their positions!"