Hogwarts: I am the White Demon King

Standing on the dueling ground Professor had cleared, Malfoy's heart was filled with panic.

What's going on?

This isn't how the script was supposed to go.

Shouldn't Potter have agreed to a midnight duel, only to be caught red-handed by the caretaker, Filch?

Why were people surrounding them as soon as the duel was mentioned, looking like they were about to watch a good show?

Why weren't his Slytherin companions standing up for him?

Why did Marcus have to bring a professor?

He couldn't understand any of it!

Although Malfoy was flustered, he put on a brave face for the sake of his pride, acting as if he feared nothing.

Although he was a little nervous, he didn't think he would lose to this Savior Potter, after all, he was the heir to the Malfoy family.

Gradually, Malfoy felt the surroundings become quiet, and he could no longer hear the whispers of his classmates.

He took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down.

Then, he gripped the wand in his hand and stared intently at his opponent.

Potter, come on!

Let me show you the power of an old pure-blood family!

From today on, no one will be able to underestimate the Malfoy name.

"This is just a small duel, so everything will be simplified, and neither side needs to bow."

"On my command, 3—2—1, begin!"

"Stupefy!"

As soon as the countdown ended, Malfoy struck first, wanting to seize the initiative and knock the damn Potter down in one fell swoop.

To his utter shock, he saw his opponent simply step to the side and easily dodge his spell.

Impossible!

How could he dodge so easily?

Potter couldn't be that powerful.

Malfoy couldn't believe what he was seeing, he gritted his teeth and continued to cast spells at his opponent.

His breathing became heavier and heavier, and he realized that Potter was simply dodging all of his attacks by shifting left and right.

Malfoy became frustrated, his spells hadn't even touched Potter's clothes so far, and he felt that his provocation was a joke.

A thought appeared in his mind—he was doomed to lose.

Immediately, a strong unwillingness rose in his heart, he didn't want to lose like a clown, so he angrily roared at Potter.

"Potter! Are you going to keep hiding like a rat?!"

"Fight back!"

"Let me see what you're capable of!"

Hearing Malfoy's roar, Harry was a little confused, he didn't understand why the other party was angry.

He was only dodging the spells to gauge Malfoy's strength.

After all, this was his first duel with someone his own age, and he wanted to see what his opponent was capable of.

However, in Harry's eyes, Malfoy's wand movements were too exaggerated, and his attack intentions were too obvious.

He didn't need to think much at all to see through the attack route of the other party's spells.

So, wasn't it normal to dodge a few spells?

He felt that Malfoy wasn't very strong, and he could easily win.

But Harry didn't underestimate Malfoy because of this, after all, Malfoy came from a pure-blood family, and might have some trump cards.

He took a moment to glance at the surrounding students and found that both Hermione and Ron had their mouths wide open, looking incredulous.

Harry suddenly realized that he had overestimated Malfoy.

Thinking of this, he felt a little bored, so he pointed his wand at Malfoy.

He remembered Professor Swan's instructions, once you strike, you must completely deprive the other party of their ability to resist, both magically and physically.

"Expelliarmus!"

"Petrificus Totalus!"

"Incarcerous!"

With three consecutive spells, Malfoy's wand flew out of his hand, his expression froze on his face, and his whole body was bound by thick ropes.

"Hiss~~~"

The surrounding little wizards gasped.

Is this Harry Potter?

So strong!

Is this the strength of the savior?

Seeing this scene, everyone understood that the victory had been decided, and the Gryffindor students swarmed up and surrounded Harry.

"Harry," Ron's voice was the loudest, "tell us, how are you so strong?"

"Yeah, tell everyone!" the little wizards asked, chattering.

The students from other houses didn't leave immediately either, they also wanted to hear what Harry would say.

Hearing everyone's praise, Harry was a little embarrassed and could only reply in a low voice: "Professor Swan taught me."

In an instant, the space around Harry cleared, and everyone surrounded Sebastian, even Snape was squeezed to the side.

Hermione tried her best to squeeze to the front, raised her head and shouted loudly: "Professor Swan, I also want to receive your guidance."

"Yes! We also need guidance!"

"Professor, you can't be biased, we are also your students."

"Professor Swan, teach us to duel!"

After witnessing Harry's strength, the little wizards were extremely envious.

Now that they knew the reason, they wouldn't let go of this opportunity, they also wanted to become stronger!

Listening to the students' requests, Sebastian showed a thoughtful expression.

He had originally planned to improve the students' combat effectiveness.

He didn't expect them to fight for Hogwarts in the future, but at least they should have the ability to protect themselves.

Perhaps some of his plans could be brought forward.

Thinking of this, he waved his hand to quiet the little wizards.

"Since everyone wants to learn, I have decided to open a dueling club."

"Friday night at eight o'clock, everyone gathers in the Great Hall."

"Dismissed!"

Until the little wizards had completely dispersed, Sebastian looked at Malfoy, who had already been uncursed.

He lowered his head, standing quietly beside Snape, without any of his previous arrogance.

To be honest, Sebastian's feelings about Draco Malfoy had always been complicated.

From his first appearance in the original book, it could be seen that he was a child spoiled by his parents, always saying 'My father will do this or that'.

He took pride in his pure-blood lineage, always with an arrogant attitude, as if the entire magical world should bow down to him.

However, after Voldemort's return, Malfoy's world completely changed.

He personally witnessed his high and mighty father, Lucius Malfoy, cowering and groveling before the Dark Lord.

Malfoy Manor, the family manor he had once been so proud of, was also forcibly occupied by Voldemort as his headquarters.

All of this shattered Malfoy's pride, and he began to reflect, his heart suffering.

Perhaps it was this complex psychology that led him to publicly claim that he couldn't identify Harry when Harry was captured in Malfoy Manor, saving the lives of Harry and his friends.

Sebastian felt that perhaps from that moment on, Malfoy no longer wanted to see Voldemort's victory.

From the moment Malfoy entered the school, Sebastian had planned to train him well.

However, for this arrogant child, simple lectures or reprimands were useless.

Now, with Harry's divine assistance, Malfoy's arrogance had been knocked down.

Sebastian hoped that Malfoy could recognize reality and realize that bloodlines were useless.

He wanted Malfoy to start changing from now on.

This way, Malfoy might not immediately become a hero, but at least he would no longer be just that child who only knew arrogance and prejudice.

Moreover, Sebastian's expectations for Malfoy were more than that.

He felt that Draco had good talent and shouldn't let it be buried.

As a student of Slytherin House, Sebastian was still counting on training him well and letting him carry the banner of Slytherin House.

Sebastian walked to Malfoy's side and gently patted him on the shoulder.

"Draco, come with me."

"Let's have a good talk in my office."

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