Hogwarts: I am the White Lord

Sebastian leaned back in his chair, his tired body slightly relaxed.

He slowly raised the thumb-sized glass bottle in his hand and carefully examined the liquid inside.

The liquid in the bottle is the ghost's tears, a precious and mysterious magical material that is extremely useful for alchemy or brewing potions.

There are many legends about ghost's tears in the magic world, the most famous of which is that it is one of the important ingredients in the formula of Felicity.

When brewing the Felicis, three drops of ghost's tears must be added to make the Felicis able to exert its magical effect.

You know, Foling potion is known as "liquid good luck" and everything will go smoothly for the person who takes it for a period of time.

Such an effect would mean that the Felixir would never appear on the market, and many people would not be able to buy it even if they had a lot of gold galleons.

To put it bluntly, the reason why the Fuling agent is so precious is not only because of its complicated brewing process, but also because most of its materials are extremely rare.

Hey......

For the sake of face, it’s too late.

As a result, many tears were shed in vain in the air.

The tears in the bottle are now less than half of the bottle.

Heart hurts!

Sebastian thought about it and decided to divide the tears in the bottle into three parts.

One for myself to use for alchemy, and one as a birthday gift for Severus.

As for the last portion, he decided to use it to make a potion of blessing.

However, thinking of the process of brewing the Fuling potion, he couldn't help but frown.

It takes a full six months to prepare the Fuling Potion. Although it does not need to be monitored all the time, it still requires regular attention and preparation.

It’s such a troublesome thing that it gives me a headache just thinking about it.

Let Snape help?

Forget it.

Thinking of Snape's busy schedule, Sebastian shook his head. If he relied on him, he might not be able to get the Felicity Potion even after the final battle.

Suddenly, Sebastian had an idea.

"By the way, Professor Horace!"

I can completely prepare all the materials myself, and then ask Professor Horace to brew the Fo Ling Potion!

After all, although Professor Horace has retired, he still keeps in close contact with himself.

Then Sebastian held the vial up to his eyes, aiming it at the sun outside the window.

Pretty!

The tears in the bottle emitted colorful light under the sunlight, as if countless tiny stars were twinkling in them.

Every time the bottle turns slightly, the light inside will dance and change into beautiful colors, flowing before your eyes like the aurora, hazy and dreamy.

His thoughts drifted away with the flickering light, and he briefly forgot his physical fatigue and immersed himself in this strange light and shadow.

Hey......

I don’t know if Professor Flitwick will collapse. After all, such a beautiful school ghost suddenly disappeared without leaving any sound.

And there’s also the Bloody Baron, the Slytherin house ghost. I wonder how mad he’ll be.

After all, his heart must be tied to seeking Helena's forgiveness, and now it seems that there will never be a day when that knot will be untied.

I hope that when Barrow is unhappy, he will cause more trouble for Peeves, so that the little wizards will thank him.

Boom boom boom!

An urgent knock on the door broke the silence in the office.

Sebastian waved his hand, put away the vial in his hand, then frowned and looked towards the door of the office.

In his magical perception, the man outside the door was full of negative emotions, and the malice emanating from the back of his head was extremely strong.

Quirrell?

Sebastian cleared his throat: "Come in!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Quirrell opened the door and flashed in. He looked at Sebastian and forced a flattering smile on his face.

"Good morning, Professor Swan."

Looking at Quirrell's extremely pale face, Sebastian couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

This is almost being sucked dry by Voldemort...

My vitality is now extremely weak.

And, judging by what he had just learned last night, the emotions Quirrell was emitting were all fear and regret.

It looks like it’s about time.

It is entirely possible to provide a little help to Quirrell now, and slowly win his heart to his own camp. Otherwise, once he drinks the unicorn's blood, it will be too late.

Thinking of this, Sebastian smiled slightly and teased.

"It's getting late. It's almost noon. Professor Quirrell, have you been staying up late a lot lately? Why do you look so pale?"

stay up?

You're the one staying up late!

Your whole family stays up late!

Quirrell was filled with indignation, but he did not dare to show it on his face.

Most of his vitality was lost, he was extremely weak, and his voice was trembling.

How can it not be white? !

Fortunately, I played the role of a stutterer, and no one has become suspicious until now.

Thinking of his physical condition, Qi Luo felt full of grievance.

I just went to the forest in Albania to collect folk songs, but I didn't expect to encounter Voldemort possessed by a snake.

In just a few words, he was tempted by the prospects described by the other party.

After all, that’s eternal life, who doesn’t want it!

However, since following Voldemort, there has not been a single good day.

For the sake of the Philosopher's Stone, he came to Hogwarts and did things under Dumbledore's nose.

Facing the most powerful wizard of the time, Quirrell always suspected that Dumbledore had discovered his disguise but just didn't expose him.

Moreover, half a year had passed, and not only had he not obtained the secret of immortality, but Voldemort had been sucking away his vitality.

At this rate, he would die from lack of vitality in less than two months.

Even so, Voldemort was still not satisfied and kept instigating him to capture unicorns in the Forbidden Forest and drink their blood.

When he thought of this, Quirrell's heart trembled a little.

Can you drink it? Although unicorn blood can prolong life, it will curse the drinker and make him half-dead.

To be honest, he regrets it so much now that he wants to quit every moment and says loudly that he quits.

However, after being possessed, he had no way of getting Voldemort off the back of his head.

He secretly wondered if Voldemort had discovered his thoughts, which was why he was forced to drink the blood of the unicorn.

Because only in this way can Voldemort ensure that he will go all out to find the Philosopher's Stone in order to prolong his life.

Hey......

He didn't dare to ask Dumbledore for help. After all, he and Voldemort were now one, and he was really afraid that Dumbledore would kill him directly.

Seeing his body getting weaker day by day, Quirrell thought of Sebastian.

This man is the richest man now, and he might have something good that can replenish vitality.

However, if you want to become this man's ally, you need to pass his test - the magic of love.

Thinking of this, Qi Luo had the urge to curse.

Voldemort had sworn that no one understood that magic better than he did.

The results of it?

Every time he started studying, Voldemort would start cursing, saying that love was an illusory thing and could not be trusted at all.

Under such circumstances, Quirrell and Voldemort gradually gave up the idea of ​​forming an alliance with Sebastian.

However, now Quirrell felt that his body could no longer hold on.

In order to save his life, he had no choice but to study the magic of love on his own.

After studying day and night, he finally made some progress.

So as soon as school started, he came to see Sebastian happily.

Quirrell felt a little nervous, but in order to successfully form an alliance, he could only smile apologetically.

"I've been feeling a bit tired lately, and a bit weak..."

"How can a man say he's weak?" Sebastian pulled out a thumb-sized vial.

"I have a bottle of good stuff here, do you want to try its effects?"

"Professor Quirrell..."