Hogwarts: I am the White Lord

A year ago, Umbridge would not have dared to question Sebastian in public. After all, this was a big moneymaker with great influence in the Ministry of Magic.

It can be said that all wizards who receive a salary from the Ministry of Magic cannot avoid his financial support.

If she really offended this big money sponsor, the employees of the Ministry of Magic would skin her alive.

However, the situation is now very different. The Ministry of Magic has introduced a new tax policy, and the financial situation has improved significantly. It is no longer stretched for gold Galleons and has stood up straight.

The days when the Ministry of Magic would treat you like a big shot and praise you to the sky as long as you made donations are gone forever.

Umbridge looked at Sebastian with a hint of regret in her eyes.

It's a pity that this guy has become a member of the Wizengamot. It would be better if he was still an ordinary businessman.

In that case, as the Deputy Minister of the Ministry of Magic, he could control the other party however he wanted. After all, as long as he had power in his hands, it would be very easy to put obstacles in the way of a company like Swann Alchemy.

This thought flashed through Umbridge's mind, and the look she gave Sebastian was once again filled with pride and complacency.

Even if I offend you today, what can you do? Can you flip the table?

We are all members of the Wizengamot. Everything must be done according to the rules. We must present facts and reason. Even someone as powerful as Dumbledore has to hold meetings here honestly.

"Ladies and gentlemen, there is actually a big question that I have never been able to figure out." Umbridge walked in front of the audience.

"Swan said that he rescued Harry Potter from the You-Know-Who, so he will definitely fight with the You-Know-Who. After all, as we all know, the You-Know-Who is not someone who is easy to talk to."

"Then here comes the question," Umbridge frowned, with a puzzled expression, "According to the intelligence, after Swann returned to Hogwarts, his wizard robes were not very dirty."

"Does this mean that he already has the strength to confront the mysterious man head-on when he is in his thirties?"

"In his thirties..." Umbridge chuckled and said with an exaggerated expression, "I really didn't know that the wizarding world had produced another extraordinary genius."

"Maybe Swan just mistook Crazy Little Batty for a mysterious man, what do you think?"

Umbridge glanced at everyone triumphantly. She felt that what she said was reasonable and well-founded and would surely gain everyone's support.

Unfortunately, contrary to her expectations, the conference room was eerily quiet. There was no applause or response, and everyone was staring at her as if she were an alien.

Fudge's expression was even more dull, his mouth was slightly open, and his eyes were empty, as if he had been cast under a petrification spell.

Crazy!

Fudge roared inwardly.

Why don't you just say that Sebastian's evidence isn't direct enough?

Why are you provoking him so madly?

Do you really think he is made of clay?

Fudge was a little flustered, because he knew too well what kind of person Sebastian was.

Unlike Dumbledore, this is a ruthless character with a black hand and a black heart, which can be seen from his transformation of Azkaban.

Besides, who knows how many of the Wizengamot members present have received benefits from Sebastian.

They may not want to believe that the mysterious man is back, but they will definitely not sit idly by while you make personal attacks on Sebastian.

As Fudge expected, after a brief silence, a wave of noise broke out in the conference room.

Amelia was the first to stand up. Her face was full of frost and she scolded in a sharp tone: "Dolores Umbridge, you just said that Sebastian incited terror just for personal gain. This is a serious accusation! I advise you to come up with solid evidence instead of making random guesses here!"

"Also, you'd better pay more attention to the news. In the past two days, Swann Alchemy has completely abandoned their original headquarters and moved all of them to the new city of Hogsmeade. I don't know how many gold Galleons they will lose in this move. The personal gains you mentioned can't make up for the cost of this move at all."

Scrimgeour stood up shortly after him, his eyes as sharp as an eagle's, his voice steady but with a hint of unquestionable power.

"Umbridge, your words are full of loopholes and are simply ridiculous. Do you believe that Barty Jr. is a mysterious person? At the World Cup camp, Sebastian froze hundreds of people with a single spell. Does Barty Jr. have this ability? Not to mention that he doesn't have it, I'm afraid that even all the Aurors in our Ministry of Magic combined can't do it!"

Everyone was excited and Umbridge instantly became the target of public criticism. Some radical wizards even took the opportunity to turn their criticism towards Fudge and launched merciless accusations against him.

There was chaos in the conference room. Fudge's face switched back and forth like a color palette, while Umbridge's eyes turned red and white, and she looked as flustered as a clown who had forgotten his words on stage.

Listening to the crowd's condemnation, Sebastian leaned back in his chair, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and a playful light flashed in his eyes.

To be honest, he was not surprised by Umbridge's provocative behavior. There are always some people in the world who cannot see the situation clearly and do not know their own weight.

Even among Muggles, there are many people who will criticize the prime minister, the president, etc. As for those well-known wealthy people, they cannot escape the spit of the trolls, such as Mousk, Mouyun, Moujun, etc.

Only someone like Voldemort, who is not bound by social morals and rules, will not be harassed by trolls. After all, he really dares to suddenly flash and swing his wand around at Avada.

Sebastian would naturally not act as recklessly as Voldemort, but that didn't mean he would be indifferent to Umbridge's provocation.

Since you are not playing by the rules, you'd better be prepared to pay the price.

Amid the discussions of the crowd, Sebastian slowly stood up and walked towards Umbridge.

Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta

With his steady footsteps, the conference room gradually became quiet. Everyone held their breath and watched Sebastian walk up to Umbridge.

"Umbridge," he smiled, "I want to ask you a question. Are you a pure-blood wizard? Are you from a pure-blood family?"

"Of course!" Umbridge said stiffly, "Although our family is small, it is also a pure-blood family. What's the problem?"

"Oh, that's easy!" Sebastian nodded, reached out and took out a glove from his seamless stretch bag, then threw it at the other party without hesitation.

"Snapped--"

The glove hit Umbridge's face accurately, and the crisp sound was like a loud slap.

"Sebastian Swan! How dare you..." Umbridge was so angry that she almost jumped up, her voice was sharp and piercing. But before she could finish her words, she was frozen by Sebastian's cold eyes like winter, and the rest of the words were stuck in her throat and could not be uttered.

"Dolores Umbridge, you have unjustifiably questioned my character and openly humiliated Swann Alchemy."

Sebastian's voice was extremely calm, yet chilling, and every word he spoke was clearly heard throughout the conference room.

"I, Sebastian Swann, on behalf of the Swann family, formally challenge the Umbridge family to a pure-blood duel."

He slowly raised the corners of his mouth, revealing an extremely cold smile.

"The fight will not stop until one side's bloodline is completely cut off!"