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

An hour passed quickly. Sean's Fiery Fire Spell practiced very successfully.

This can be seen by looking at Voldemort who was screaming in the fire.

He is in a wonderful state now, he can feel pain, speak, and even hate.

But just won't die.

But Sean could sense that he wouldn't last long in this state.

Sean was still thinking that if he could convince Voldemort, he might be able to do it with him.

At that time, Sean's subordinate is Voldemort, who would dare to come to court?

But after getting to know Sean, it was found that the child's psychological problems were very serious.

There is basically no way to get him back on track, his purpose is to live forever and kill all Muggles.

At the last minute, Sean looked at the disfigured Voldemort who had been tortured in front of him and sighed:

"After all, you and I are not the same people, and we do not conspire with each other. See you later, Voldemort."

With that, Sean took Voldemort out of the training room.

After all, Sean couldn't kill Voldemort, and there were people in the training room, and Sean couldn't get out himself.

And it's useless to lock him anywhere, on the contrary, it may put Slytherin students who enter the training room at risk.

If things go wrong, Sean is suspected by Dumbledore again, and it will be troublesome.

So it's better to let him go, anyway, we will meet again sooner or later.

The moment Sean exited the training room, he found that the secret room was lively.

Not only Harry, but also Hermione, Ron, and behind them stood Dumbledore, Snape, and Professor McGonagall.

"Sean Sebastian, remember to me, I will definitely kill you and torture your parents like you torture me!"

Voldemort roared and disappeared into the wall.

"Maybe you need to explain, Sean?"

Dumbledore looked at Sean seriously.

"Professor Dumbledore, I just saw that Harry was in danger and I put a spell on Voldemort."

There is nothing wrong with Sean's explanation. After all, in Sean's eyes, although more than fifty minutes have passed, in their eyes, it has only been one minute.

Professor Dumbledore didn't doubt anything, and suddenly asked:

"It seems you like the Philosopher's Stone?"

Sean's heart tensed. There was one minute left in the system's countdown. Sean could only pretend to be stupid:

"What Philosopher's Stone principal?"

Just when Sean was thinking about how to delay time, Professor McGonagall sent a divine assist.

"Professor Dumbledore, is he... back?"

Dumbledore nodded, then shook his head again:

"I don't know, Minerva, maybe it's really making a comeback."

"It doesn't matter if he comes, Professor Dumbledore, Sean has a very powerful spell that can make him petrify if I touch him!"

Harry said excitedly.

Hearing Harry's words, Sean's face froze.

Dumbledore looked at Sean:

"Sean?"

Sean laughed dryly, scratched his head and said:

"Actually, Harry, it's your own magic, the powerful magic that your mother left you, and it has nothing to do with me."

"I used you, sorry."

When Harry heard Sean's words, a look of sadness appeared in his eyes, and he turned to look at the Mirror of Erised.

"Don't be sad Harry, your mother, Lily's love for you grows in every inch of your skin, every inch of your flesh."

"That's why Voldemort was afraid of you, because your mother was brave."

"and also..."

Dumbledore turned to look at Sean:

"Sean, if you really like it, then I'll give it to you."

[Congratulations to the host for completing the task, holding the magician for one hour, and rewarding a golden treasure chest*1.]

Sean breathed a sigh of relief and immediately threw the Philosopher's Stone to Dumbledore:

"Actually, I forgot it was still in my hands."

Sean came up with a lame reason.

"Sean, it's really good that you're okay!"

Hermione rushed over like a gust of wind and hugged Sean fiercely in her arms.

"Ah! Wonderful friendship, but boys, it's time for you to get out of here."

Professor Dumbledore sighed with emotion, and then said as if remembering something:

"Sean, come to my office tomorrow if you want."

....

Back in the dorm, Sean got into the training room and took out his wand.

In fact, when Voldemort taught Sean the Fiery Fire Spell today, a feeling appeared in Sean's mind.

It's hard to describe, it's like... he can make Sharpfire even stronger.

But Voldemort was there, so Sean kept that feeling down.

Now that Voldemort was gone, Sean took a deep breath and shouted into the clearing in the distance:

"Li Huo summons!"

raging! !

In an instant, a blazing orange flame ignited.

However, something miraculous happened. Right in front of Sean, the raging orange flame gradually turned into gold!

And the flames are condensing, as if something is about to come out of it!

"boom!!"

Suddenly, a roar broke out in the fierce fire, and the huge flame shrank rapidly!

The next moment, an animal's claws stretched out from the fierce fire.

Just like sublimation, this claw is completely composed of golden flames, and gradually, two claws and a pointed beast's mouth.

Sean was dumbfounded when the animal came halfway out of the flames.

"Fox? This is my fierce fire?"

When Sean saw Li Huo's transformation, he knew his situation.

In the original book, Dumbledore's fiery fire is a phoenix, and Voldemort's fiery fire is a viper.

Like the Patronus Charm, Li Huo also expresses the inner animal of the caster.

Just when Sean was thinking about it, most of the fox came out.

As the fox walked out, the fire behind him became less and less.

"Only the tail remains."

Sean rubbed his hands in anticipation wrong.

Gradually, one tail was slowly drawn out of the fiery fire, and just when Sean thought it was over, the second tail was drawn too.

"No way?"

Sean looked at the fox in front of him in shock, the tail is getting more and more.

Three...five...eight...nine!

"Nine-tailed fox?"

Sean looked at the fox in front of him, which was transformed into a fierce fire. The body was about three meters tall, but there were nine tails that were extremely incompatible with the body behind him.

The tail was so huge that it was even burning with raging flames!

I have to say...and it's a bit nice!

Just when Sean was still in a daze, the nine-tailed fox suddenly ran towards Sean,

A little flame behind it elongated its figure, making it look dreamy.

Sean only felt the heat wave hit his face, and the nine-tailed fox kept circling Sean as if he didn't notice it.

"Okay, okay, you'd better go back, or you'll be cooked."

With a wave of Sean's wand, the nine-tailed fox instantly turned into a fiery flame and returned to Sean's wand.

"Not bad, Lihuo is a very good attacking spell."

"Next, let's take a look at the golden treasure chest rewarded by the system!"

Sean was about to open it, but suddenly stopped.

"According to the setting, my African-Emirate physique is definitely a fighter in the garbage when I open it now."

"No, I'll have to get Snape some Afro Happy Water."

Sean felt distressed at the thought of African Emirates Happy Water.

In fact, Sean wants to make it himself, but this thing really takes a long, long time and is extremely troublesome.

Unless Sean doesn't do anything for a month, just running around for the Flux, it won't work at all.

The key is that those potions basically don't refine this thing, and even if they refine it, they don't sell it.

Therefore, there is a price but no market in the market. Sean asked Hart to buy it at the price of five thousand gold Galleons, but he didn't buy a drop!

You can imagine how precious this thing is.

But at the same time, it also shows how precious Slughorn gave Harry the Flux.

Thinking of this, Sean suddenly remembered a setting:

"It seems that Professor Slughorn is also an African chief like me. I remember that he always carried Flux with him."

"Even in the final battle, Sean remembers Slughorn secretly drinking a bottle of Flux, and it really kept him alive to the end."

Thinking of this, Sean took the treasure box back.

Decided to wait until tomorrow to see Snape.

Early the next morning.

Sean got up and went straight to Dumbledore's office.

Without Sean speaking, he just glanced at the fresco, and the fresco immediately spoke the password.

When Sean entered the office, Dumbledore seemed to be troubled by the pile of papers.

"Ah! Sean, here you are, sit down, I was just waiting for you."

Dumbledore waved, and a cup of tea appeared on the table.

After Sean sat down, Dumbledore said:

"Sean, what do you think Harry is like?"

Sean didn't speak, waiting quietly for Dumbledore's next words.

Dumbledore wasn't confused enough to need Sean to help him identify a person's character.

Sure enough, Dumbledore continued:

"Sean, Harry's fate is complicated, he will be entangled with Voldemort all his life, this is his fate."

"So.... about the Philosopher's Stone, I want to release the news that Harry drove out Voldemort, what do you think?"

Sean nodded:

"Of course, Professor Dumbledore, it was Harry who drove Voldemort away, I just helped trap him."

Dumbledore breathed a sigh of relief.

Of course Sean knew what Dumbledore was thinking.

He's going to bind Harry Potter with honor, he's going to put Harry Potter up.

Once successful, Harry Potter instinctively sees himself as the savior and responsible for all lives.

"The Academy Cup..."

Before Dumbledore finished speaking, Sean got up and said:

"We Slytherin can't let the Academy Cup."

Looking at Dumbledore with a confused face, Sean continued:

"This year, Slytherin students have worked hard to change themselves, even disregarding the cold words of others. The Academy Cup is their recognition."

"Professor Dumbledore, I don't need to say more about the importance of this Academy Cup to Slytherin?"

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"If you're unfair, Malfoy's probably the first to disagree."

"Important fart!" Sean murmured in his heart:

"Old man, I still want Harry to get the Academy Cup. I really think I'm a mess, so I won't be rewarded by the system, and neither of us will think about it when the time comes!"

Dumbledore gave Sean a deep look and sighed:

"Sean, it looks like you really see yourself as a Slytherin prefect, and you see them as your friends."

"Okay, I will judge the results fairly, you can go back."

"By the way, what did you attack Professor Quirrell that day? I heard them say that six... bullets were recovered from Quirrell's body?"

Sean scratched his head:

"It's the pistol that my father gave me. I used it in a hurry. It works well. If you like it, I can give you one."

Dumbledore was waiting for Sean's words, and nodded immediately:

"Then thank you very much, go back and take the child."

Sean nodded, and when he got up, he glanced at the documents on the table.

There was a stack of resumes on the table, and at the top, Lockhart's iconic smile was particularly dazzling.

After walking out of Dumbledore's office, Sean frowned:

"I remember that bastard Lockhart teaching us Defence Against the Dark Arts next semester? That won't work..."

Suddenly, Sean's eyes lit up, and a brilliant plan appeared in his mind.

As he said, Sean opened the door to Snape's office with the briskest steps in his life.

"Knock! Knock! How many times do I have to tell you, Sean?"

Snape was clearly in a bad mood.

.............

"Next time, Snape, I have one thing to tell you, two good news."

Hearing Sean saying there was good news, Snape's face brightened:

"Go ahead."

"The first good thing, the Academy Cup is ours."

Hearing Sean's words, Snape's brows gradually opened.

"As for the second thing, Snape, give me some Flux, even a drop! I'll tell you."

Snape's brows furrowed into the word "Chuan" again.

"Sean, it's not that I won't give it to you. Flux is not a good thing for a little wizard. You will rely on that feeling."

"It won't do you any good."

"And you're clearly addicted now."

Sean's face was bitter, he definitely couldn't tell Snape that he was going to draw a lottery, he could only say:

"I'm not really addicted, I'm working on an alchemy project and just need a little inspiration."

Hearing Sean's reason, Snape was silent for a while before nodding;

"Okay, one drop, let's talk."

Sean breathed a deep sigh of relief, leaned forward and said mysteriously:

"Don't you want to be a Defence Against the Dark Arts professor? I have a chance."

"But at the same time, I also want to remind you Snape, the title of Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts has been cursed, and you may not have a good time next year."

"I know these things better than you, Sean, hurry up if you want to, I'm busy."

Sean nodded:

"I just got back from Headmaster Dumbledore's office, and I found out that he's screening for next year's Defence Against the Dark Arts professor."

Hearing Sean's words, Snape gradually became serious.

"His first target is a man named Lockhart, you should know, the sassy writer."

Snape nodded:

"Yes, I heard he fought werewolves and vampires, what's wrong?"

Sean smiled dismissively:

"You believe it? I thought you'd be smarter than Snape, he's a liar! A liar through and through!"

"What's the meaning?"

Snape pulled Sean over.

Sean said calmly:

"Lockhart, he doesn't know any spells, he only has one spell, the oblivion spell!"

Snape is so smart, he's got it right!

"You mean that all the adventure stories he wrote in his books belonged to other people, and that he cast an oblivion spell on other wizards?"

"This is a serious charge, and it touches on wizarding law, Sean, have you figured it out?"

Sean patted his chest:

"I can vouch for it with my personality."

Snape rolled his eyes and patted Sean's head:

"Well done Sean, I think, I have to go to the principal's office, you go back first."

"By the way! This is your elixir, a drop."

Snape shoved a small test tube into Sean's hand, and then, like a giant bat, walked quickly towards the door.

"Wait, Snape, don't go to Dumbledore!!"

Sean tried to stop him, but Snape was nowhere to be seen.

"It's really hopeless. If you go to him now, what else can you do except get him to change? Can you get on?"

"madness!"

Sean hates that iron is not steel, but then he thought about it:

"But in this way, I can ask you for another Fuling for the same reason next year."