Hogwarts: I am the White Lord

As he spoke, Newt looked up at the sky with a smile on his face, obviously lost in the beautiful memories of his youth.

Sebastian didn't interrupt and looked at Charlie.

"Charlie, I remember sending a Norwegian Ridgeback here two years ago. I think it was called Norbert. How is that little dragon now?"

Thinking of the little dragon that was sent to him with such fanfare, Sebastian was curious about how the little guy was doing now.

Maybe add that little guy to the first round if it’s the right fit.

I don't know whether it will recognize Hagrid, Malfoy, Ron and others by then.

"Haha," Charlie laughed heartily, "That confused fellow Hagrid didn't even know the gender and named him Norbert."

"That was obviously a female dragon. We later renamed it Norbeta. It has grown up completely and is living a good life now."

"It's not afraid of people at all. It often comes to the camp to ask us for brandy. Everyone likes it very much."

"It's just that," Charlie shook his head helplessly, "it doesn't seem to recognize the name Norbeta. Most of the time, it will only respond when you call it Norbert."

Everyone kept talking about interesting things in school, and spent the afternoon happily with barbecue and fruit wine.

After dinner, Sebastian and Mia followed Newt to his trunk.

Mia was so happy looking at the wide variety of magical animals that she even fell in love with an ugly civet cub.

Seeing this, Sebastian did not hesitate. After asking Newt to sign a confidentiality agreement, he directly transformed into a dragon man to open the other party's eyes.

However, Sebastian couldn't stand Newt's passionate gaze, as if he was studying a magical animal.

After a while, he hastily put away his transformation and fled with Mia.

After returning to the visitor center, he had a good sleep. The next day, just after breakfast, a dragon trainer came to say that a senior official from the British Ministry of Magic had come to the camp.

The man's name was Barty Crouch, and he was waiting for Sebastian to come over to discuss the competition.

Crouch?

Sebastian raised an eyebrow.

I didn't expect that he would come here in person and not hand the work over to his subordinates.

This is a tough guy who fought Voldemort steadfastly during the Second Wizarding War.

It was widely believed that he would be the next Minister of Magic.

However, to everyone's surprise, his son Barty Jr. turned out to be a Death Eater, and the most fanatical one at that.

What's even more shocking is that Barty Jr. also participated in the torture of Neville's parents and was one of the culprits who caused Neville's parents to go completely crazy.

As the former Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, Crouch personally sent Barty Jr. to Azkaban Prison.

From then on, Crouch's reputation plummeted. Not only did he lose the opportunity to compete for the position of Minister of Magic, he even lost his position as Director of Law Enforcement.

After Fudge came to power, Crouch was transferred to be the head of the Department of International Magical Cooperation, and he was mainly responsible for the affairs of this time's Five-Power Tournament.

Barty Crouch sat on a chair in the dragon trainer camp with a gloomy face.

He frowned and stared blankly at the land in front of him. He was lost in thought and completely oblivious to his surroundings.

The secret that his son was not dead was finally discovered.

It was all his fault for being soft-hearted. In order to fulfill his terminally ill wife's last wish, he gave her Polyjuice Potion to get that rebellious son out of Azkaban.

As a result, not only did his wife die tragically in Azkaban, but the rebellious son also showed no intention of repenting. He was only thinking about finding the mysterious man and helping him to make a comeback.

There was no other way but to use the Imperius Curse to control him and let the house-elves take care of him.

Turns out, house-elves are unreliable too!

When he was not at home, this guy Shanshan actually let outsiders into the house, and then continued to talk to that rebellious son without any vigilance.

Although his son was wearing an invisible cloak, the other party still guessed who was under the cloak.

Bertha Jorkins, you are just an ordinary employee of the Sports Department. You are asking for trouble by coming to my house to get my autograph.

Barty Crouch had thought that the secret would one day no longer be kept secret, after all, the rebellious son had been resisting the Imperius Curse.

He just didn't expect that all these years of peaceful life would be broken by a reckless girl like Bertha Jorkins.

In order to protect himself, Barty Crouch had to cast a powerful forgetfulness spell on Bertha Jorkins so that she would completely forget the secret she had discovered.

However, the forgetfulness spell was too powerful and caused permanent damage to Bertha's memory, making her forgetful.

Crouch sighed silently in his heart.

Fortunately, Bertha usually looked rough and her colleagues at the Ministry of Magic did not notice the change in her.

In recent days, it seems that Bertha has gone to Albania for vacation. I hope she won't cause any more trouble.

When Sebastian arrived at the camp, he found that in addition to him, Crouch had also called Newt and the captain of the dragon trainers over.

Without much greeting, everyone went straight to the camp's meeting room.

"Before the meeting begins, I need everyone to sign a confidentiality agreement," Crouch got straight to the point. "All dragon trainers in the camp must sign this agreement."

"Sebastian, I heard that your wife is here too. She will also have to sign a confidentiality agreement later."

"The content of the agreement is not strict. It just requires everyone not to reveal the secrets of the dragon before the game."

Sebastian had no objection. As the host this year, this kind of superficial work had to be done properly.

After everyone signed, Crouch continued, "According to the Ministry of Magic's research, the first game will be about dragons."

"At that time, each school's participating members will fight a dragon each. I want to ask, are you ready for the dragon?"

The dragon trainer captain replied seriously: "We have four suitable targets for now. They are the Welsh Green Dragon, the Swedish Short-nosed Dragon, the Chinese Fireball, and the Hungarian Horntail."

"Are there only these four?" Crouch frowned.

"According to the requirements of the British Ministry of Magic, we need to find a mother dragon that is hatching eggs," said the captain of the dragon trainers. "This requirement is not easy to meet."

"If no dragons have laid eggs recently, we will find a human-like dragon and have it cooperate with the performance."

"Mr. Crouch," Newt couldn't help but say, "The mother dragons hatching eggs are particularly dangerous. Isn't it too difficult for the students to deal with these dragons?"

"This is the first tournament in hundreds of years," Crouch said firmly, "We must do it well."

"The students participating in the competition are all the best from each school. They will definitely be able to handle this situation."

Seeing this, Newt couldn't say much and had to actively participate in the discussion of the details of the game.

This time Crouch did not act arbitrarily, but listened carefully to everyone's opinions.

Sebastian also put forward a lot of ideas, and Crouch nodded repeatedly and adopted them all.

After two days of research, everyone finally finalized all the details of the competition.

"Let's do this," Crouch said with a smile on his face. "I'm going back to the Ministry of Magic first. I still have a lot of things to do at the Quidditch World Cup."

Having said that, he stood up and left the dragon trainer camp in a hurry.