Hogwarts: I am the White Demon King

After defeating the troll, the trio of Harry enjoyed a period of glory in the castle. Everywhere they went, people gave them thumbs up and praised, 'Well done!'

Ron strutted around with his head held high every day, walking with a swagger. He tirelessly described his heroic performance over and over again.

Hermione, on the other hand, felt that this praise made her life a bit chaotic, and she was even disturbed in the library.

To avoid those enthusiastic classmates, she simply took her books and hid inside her bed curtains to study.

As for everyone's praise, Harry felt a little embarrassed, especially when those young wizards looked at him with adoring eyes. He always felt a little uneasy.

After calming down, Harry began to reflect on the scene of defeating the troll, always feeling that things were not as simple as they seemed.

Especially the troll's crude wand movements, the more he thought about it, the more suspicious it seemed.

Associating it with Sebastian being present, he guessed that Sebastian was secretly protecting the three of them, otherwise how could no one have been injured?

The only thing that made Harry genuinely happy was that after fighting the troll, he, Ron, and Hermione became good friends who could talk about anything.

Soon, Harry didn't have time to overthink things.

Because after entering November, the Quidditch matches between the various houses began.

It is worth mentioning that after nearly a year of discussion, the rules of the Quidditch match were finally changed.

The rule changes were not significant, at least most of the players were not affected, except for the Seeker, who ushered in an epic weakening.

Now, the Seeker only gets 50 points for catching the Golden Snitch, instead of the previous 150 points.

The focus of the Quidditch match has shifted from the Seeker to the Chasers and Beaters, so the current Quidditch match now pays more attention to the overall strength of the team.

Regarding this change in the competition system, Angelina Johnson, the captain of the Gryffindor team, was so anxious that she was almost bald.

Fred and George were selected for the school team this semester, so the Gryffindor team became even weaker.

Fortunately, Professor McGonagall noticed Harry's outstanding performance in the first Quidditch lesson and exceptionally arranged for him to join the Gryffindor team, becoming a Seeker, which slightly relieved Angelina's anxiety.

Angelina valued this Seeker very much, constantly increasing Harry's training volume, in order to enable Harry to quickly catch the Golden Snitch and win the game.

On Saturday morning, Harry looked at the breakfast in front of him, so nervous that he couldn't eat a bite.

"Harry," Hermione advised with concern, "you must eat something, otherwise you will faint from hunger in the sky."

"Yeah, Harry," Ron echoed, "you have to eat your fill even if the sky falls."

"What's more, Hermione said that she saw your father's name in the Hogwarts Quidditch records, he was also a Seeker."

"You have the blood of a Seeker flowing in your veins, you will definitely do great."

Hearing his friends' comfort, Harry sighed: "I also read that record."

"However, my father never won a House Cup, I think that already explains the problem......"

"Ron!" Seeing Harry's lowered head, Hermione quickly comforted, "Don't think too much, Harry, you will definitely win."

In fact, Harry lowered his head not because he was nervous, but because Ron's words reminded him of his father.

Harry really wanted to know what kind of person his father was, but every time his father was mentioned, the people around him had a look of reticence.

He asked Hagrid, but Hagrid would only say that his father was a good person, a war hero.

He didn't understand why Aunt Mia and Sebastian were only willing to tell him bits and pieces about his mother.

Once his father was mentioned, they would forcefully change the subject, as if there was something unspeakable.

......

Sebastian sat in the stands of the Quidditch pitch, watching the game in the sky with great interest.

Looking at Harry, who was flying smoothly, Sebastian sighed slightly in his heart.

Harry is flying very well, it seems that he will definitely be selected for the school team next year.

But what worried Sebastian was this matter. He always felt that letting Harry join the school team would bring a devastating blow to the school team.

The scene from the original work constantly appeared in his mind—Harry always missed the Quidditch final in all kinds of troubles.

Sebastian took a deep breath, trying to convince himself not to think about those things that had not happened. He concentrated his mind and began to focus on the game in front of him.

Suddenly, Harry's broom began to shake violently, the magnitude of the shaking almost knocked him off the broom.

Hermione immediately noticed this situation, she shouted nervously: "Look, Harry's flying broom seems to be crazy."

Hearing Hermione's shout, Hagrid immediately raised his binoculars and looked towards the sky. He had made very thorough preparations to watch Harry's first game.

"Merlin!" Hagrid's voice trembled a little, "This is somewhat like the effect of dark magic, because only dark magic can interfere with the flying broom."

"How is that possible? There are so many professors watching on the scene, who has the guts!"

Dark magic?

Hermione was startled by Hagrid's words. She didn't care about much, grabbed the binoculars and scanned around.

"That's impossible! Isn't he the student he likes the most?" Hermione exclaimed, attracting Ron's attention.

"Tell me! What's wrong?" Ron was anxiously dying, he eagerly wanted to know what Hermione had discovered.

"Professor Snape is chanting a spell," Hermione whispered.

She couldn't believe her eyes, after all, Harry was the assistant teacher of the Potions class, and Professor Snape liked him the most.

But after repeated confirmation, she found that Snape's mouth was indeed constantly chanting spells.

"I knew it!" Ron shouted angrily, "These hateful Slytherins are all harboring evil intentions, what should we do now? Should we go find Professor McGonagall?"

"Wait!" Hermione was surprised to find that there was a commotion on the opposite stand, and everyone looked at Professor Quirrell, who had fallen to the ground.

Hermione suddenly raised her head and found that Harry's broom was indeed no longer shaking. She breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Thank goodness, Harry is okay."

However, a trace of doubt arose in Hermione's heart.

Is it really Professor Snape?

Why did Professor Quirrell fall to the ground?

......

The moment Harry's broom began to shake, Sebastian stared at the back of Quirrell's head.

He deliberately sat behind Quirrell today for this moment.

He really wanted to slap the back of Quirrell's head!

Wouldn't that be equivalent to hitting Voldemort's face head-on?

How cool would that be!

But thinking of the subsequent plans, Sebastian forcibly endured it.

A small impatience will spoil great plans!

So he stretched out his right hand and slapped Quirrell's shoulder hard.

"Merlin's underpants!"

Quirrell shouted exaggeratedly, as if he was overly frightened, and struggled to fall to the ground.

The surrounding students and professors cast doubtful glances. Sebastian got up and helped Quirrell up.

After this small episode, Professor Quirrell became unusually quiet.

The game continued, and the surrounding noise gradually returned to normal. It seemed that the farce just now was just a fleeting dream.

After the game, Sebastian supported Quirrell and left the Quidditch pitch.

Quirrell struggled several times but couldn't break free from Sebastian's arm. The two walked all the way until they reached Quirrell's office, and Sebastian let him go.

"E-e-enough, S-s-s-sebastian, P-p-professor, n-n-no need t-t-to s-s-send m-m-me t-t-to the o-o-office."

"I-I s-s-said, I-I'm f-f-fine."

"Is that so?"

Sebastian then put a Bubble-Head Charm on himself, and then smiled meaningfully at Quirrell.

"Why do I feel like you still have a problem?"

"Professor Quirrell......"

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