Hogwarts: I am the White Lord

The afternoon sun streamed in through the office windows. The Muggle Studies office was as neat and tidy as ever. Sebastian leaned back in his chair with his eyes slightly closed, making a final deduction in his mind about what might happen tonight.

With a gentle knock on the door, Lucius Malfoy pushed the door open, wearing his usual black robe and holding the familiar snake-head cane in his hand, looking very imposing.

There was a relaxed expression on his face, and it was obvious that the morning's family time had put him in a good mood.

"Senior," Sebastian raised his head with a slight smile on his face, "Aren't you going to spend more time with your family? Where are your senior and Draco?"

"Mr. Swann," Lucius bowed meticulously and sat down opposite Sebastian, "the two of them went to rest by the Black Lake. I came to see if you have any other instructions."

"Don't be so polite," Sebastian smiled, stretched out his wand and cast an ear-blocking spell on the office door, "Are you ready there?"

"Don't worry, everything is ready," Lucius said, "During dinner, a material warehouse of the Malfoy family will catch fire, and then I will have a legitimate reason to leave Hogwarts."

"In this way..." Sebastian sighed slightly, "What a pity for the alchemical materials in that warehouse."

"The materials are nothing," Lucius said lightly, with a hint of disapproval in his tone, "They are just the inventory of a small warehouse, and their value is only a few tens of thousands of gold galleons."

A trace of regret flashed across his face: "I just feel a little bit sorry that I can't watch the game in person and witness Draco win the championship."

Although his voice was calm, there was a firmness in his tone that was hard to conceal.

He had almost absolute confidence in his son, not only because of Draco's own strength, but also because he knew clearly that the overall combat effectiveness of the Hogwarts Warriors Squad was very strong. That Potter was trained by the man in front of him, and the other Cedric was also strong. It can be said that the entire team has no shortcomings.

Coupled with the maze map prepared in advance and information on warriors from other schools, it was almost certain that Hogwarts would win this unprecedented international wizarding school competition.

"This is the first time in more than 200 years that the Triwizard Tournament has been restarted, and it is a joint competition among five magic schools," Lucius whispered, with a hint of excitement in his tone. "The weight of the champion is naturally different from the past."

Here, his voice paused slightly and his eyes turned to the window, as if he was imagining in his mind the glorious scene of Draco standing on the podium, holding the trophy high.

He really wanted to be there and see Draco lift the championship trophy with Narcissa, but unfortunately, Sebastian's news made him completely give up this idea.

"Mr. Swann," he said unwillingly, "is that man... is that man really coming back tonight?"

"I'm sorry, Senior. According to the information I received, there is more than a 90% chance that person will be resurrected tonight."

Sebastian understood Lucius's desire to be with his family, but after Voldemort was resurrected, he would definitely call on his old subordinates. It would be very troublesome if Lucius was still in Hogwarts at that time, so it would be better for him to leave early.

"Senior, I don't have anything else to do here. You should spend more time with your family while the sun is shining. It will be hard to have such a leisurely time after tonight."

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

By the afternoon, the entire auditorium was brand new, with the flags of five magic schools flying in the air, making it look particularly grand.

The dinner was more sumptuous than usual, with the long table filled with delicious dishes and snacks. However, Harry barely ate a bite, as his stomach felt like a knot when he thought about what he was going to face tonight.

Although he assured Sebastian that he was not afraid and told him not to worry too much, he couldn't help but get nervous when the time came.

He could only use the techniques of brain occlusion to dispel the distracting thoughts in his mind over and over again, trying to calm himself down.

In the professor's chair, Sebastian did not sit with Mia. Instead, he came to Ludo Bagman's side. After using a little magic trick to make sure that no one else could hear him, he smiled and spoke.

"I was wondering who helped Bagman pay off his debts, but I couldn't find any clues. It turned out to be you. Is it fun to dress up as him?"

Although Bagman in front of him seemed flawless on the surface, the familiar magical fluctuations told Sebastian that the man in front of him was actually Grindelwald in disguise.

"By the way, does the principal know about this?" Sebastian glanced at the principal's seat and found that Old Deng was looking at him with a smile. "Sure enough, he knows. So it seems that your visitor pass was also issued by the principal. So how did you come up with this idea?"

Seeing that he was exposed, Grindelwald gently pointed at his eyes and said: "I saw some scenes. Hogwarts will become particularly lively tonight."

He chuckled, "When people get old, they like to watch something exciting. So, I found Bagman in advance and bought his identity by helping him pay off his debts, as long as he cooperates with me at the critical moment."

"This person is very interesting. He didn't care who I was. When he heard that I was willing to help him pay off his debts, he took the initiative to sign a magic contract with me."

"Look, I'm here openly."

The two people were talking and laughing, and to outsiders, this was just a chat between the game commentator and the safety officer, nothing surprising.

Sebastian took a sip of his drink and asked casually, “So what did you see?”

"Some clips. Don't worry, nothing major has happened that will make us regretful." Grindelwald swallowed the food in his mouth. "In fact, according to my idea, you, I and Albus, the three of us can work together to capture that guy named Tom. As for the Horcrux, we can slowly look for it."

Sebastian curled his lips. He had thought of this idea before, but in this case, Lao Fu's value could not be maximized.

"The time is not right yet. That person's existence has its own value. For example, we can throw some dirty water on him. Don't you think his length is just right? As long as he is still here, we can always be clean."

"You evil-minded boy," Grindelwald laughed, "You'll have to squeeze every ounce of value out of Tom."

When the last young wizard put down his knife and fork and leaned back in his chair contentedly, Dumbledore stood up and cleared his throat gently. The entire hall fell silent instantly, and all eyes were focused on him.

"Ladies and gentlemen," he said in a deep and warm voice, "In five minutes, I will invite everyone to the Quidditch field to witness the final game of the Five Powers Tournament."

The hall immediately erupted in warm applause and cheers. Dumbledore smiled slightly, raised his hand for silence, and continued.

"Now, please ask the warriors from each school to follow Mr. Bagman to the competition venue."