I Just Become The Richest Man: Received an Admission Letter from Hogwarts

Sean frowned:

"Don't you know it's rude for girls to enter the men's bathroom, Myrtle?"

Myrtle's expression did not change:

"Since you know me, then you should know that I am dead, just a soul."

Saying that, Myrtle moved closer to Sean and pressed against Sean's face:

"The rules can't bind a dead man, can they?"

Sean glanced at the wand placed on the edge of the bath, slowly moving towards the wand, and said coldly:

"I'm the Slytherin prefect, get out of here Myrtle."

Myrtle's face turned cold, and she could see Sean's purpose at a glance.

The next moment, Myrtle glanced at Sean's wand.

"Snapped!"

With a crisp sound, the wand was blasted out a few meters and landed on the ground in the distance.

Myrtle then smiled:

"Okay, Mr. Slytherin Prefect, I have seen through your thoughts."

Myrtle said, reaching out and touching Sean's chest.

"The wand is flying!"

Sean shouted suddenly.

Under Myrtle's shock and Sean's eyes, the wand flew into Sean's hand.

Looking at the wand pointed at the tip of her nose, Myrtle smirked and stepped back:

"You wouldn't use magic on a dead girl would you? I'm just a poor, dead little girl woooooooo!!"

Myrtle's cry was extremely harsh.

Sean hurriedly put down his wand and said impatiently:

"You can stay here as you want, stay away from the bath."

Myrtle's face quickly turned cloudy and clear, and while exiting the bath, she said:

"Of course, as long as you don't chase me away."

"By the way, what's your name?"

"Sean, Sean Sebastian."

Myrtle suddenly covered her mouth:

"Oh! You're Sean, I've heard your name, in... a professor who looks like an Egyptian."

"Professor Rocky? Why did he mention me?"

Sean's heart skipped a beat.

Others don't know, but Sean knows very well that now Rocky is parasitized by a half-dead Voldemort.

Sean didn't want to be in Voldemort's sight.

Myrtle thought for a while:

"Well...I heard what he said about containers, I'm not interested in Egyptian men, you know, they're too small."

Sean's mouth twitched, and he leaned against the edge of the bathtub in deep thought.

"How did Voldemort notice me? Logically, I haven't seen him face to face yet."

"By the way, I also heard him say that it is magic that even he has never heard of. It can change the space and summon opponents to fight or something."

"Oh, it's time for me to go, next time I come to play with you, Sean."

After Myrtle finished speaking, she jumped into the toilet in a standard diving position and disappeared.

Sean suddenly wondered, if one day someone was squatting on the toilet, and Myrtle came out of it, would she immediately shrink back in fright.

With a shudder, Sean's face suddenly became serious.

The training room was known to Voldemort, as Sean expected.

If nothing else, all Hogwarts descendants of Death Eaters are in Slytherin.

These children could not be indifferent to Voldemort's threat.

So Sean wasn't going to find out who did it at all, it didn't make any sense at all.

Not everyone is Harry, in fact, most people will say everything they know to save their lives when they face a threat to their lives, which is a normal thing.

"It's just that I didn't expect to be discovered so soon."

Sean shook his head, got out of the water and started getting dressed.

The Slytherin students have to train, and Sean has to train himself.

If there is a little Death Eater who wants to use Sean to become stronger, and then turn against Sean, Sean can only wish him good luck.

Sean has a strong self-confidence, and now at Hogwarts, no student can beat him!

After that, the gap will only get bigger.

So there is no such thing as an enemy.

Sean just got dressed, and Crabbe hurried in at the door:

"Prefect! Phew...something...something! They're going to fight with Gryffindor!"

"where?"

Sean grabbed Crabbe by the collar and dragged him out.

"Gryffindor lounge entrance..."

Crabbe was pulled a little out of breath.

Sean pulled Crabbe's face to the fourth floor, not blushing or beating.

Sure enough, the Slytherin students gathered around the door of the Gryffindor lounge, and the atmosphere was quite dignified.

Seeing Sean, everyone moved out of the way.

At the front are Malfoy, Harry, and Ron.

"what happened?"

Sean asked coldly.

Malfoy looked angry:

"Today we were training, and I came to Granger, and I heard them say Granger betrayed, and even more ugly things."

"Definitely Weasley, no one is meaner than Weasley."

Malfoy stared closely at Ron.

Sean saw Ron's expression and knew it wasn't him.

Although Ron was particularly jealous, this time his expression was completely blank.

Suddenly, Sean saw someone in the crowd take a step back,

It was a first-year girl, who looked very ordinary, the kind of person that no one would notice when thrown in a crowd.

If it wasn't for her guilty conscience, Sean really couldn't see it.

Before Sean could speak, Pansy pulled him out of the Gryffindor crowd.

"So, you're just spreading rumors?"