Hogwarts: I am the White Lord

Pure-blood dueling, this ancient and cruel tradition originated in the era before the establishment of the Ministry of Magic. It is the usual way for pure-blood families to resolve disputes.

When a pure-blood family feels insulted, they can challenge the other side in a pure-blood duel.

The challenge is usually in the form of a humiliating gesture, such as throwing a glove directly at the opponent.

Anyone who is slapped by the glove will face two choices: either accept the duel and prove himself with blood; or choose to retreat and accept the humiliation, thus losing face in front of everyone and not being able to raise his head.

The rules of dueling are very strict, and each side must appoint a deputy. The deputy's duties are to negotiate the duel venue, ensure the fairness of the duel, and continue fighting on behalf of the master if the duelist dies.

According to tradition, the duel ends under the conditions chosen by the challenger, usually one of the following:

The duel ends immediately if one party is injured, no matter how serious the injury is;

Seriously injured and out of the game - one party loses the ability to fight due to serious injuries, and the duel ends;

The dead are the greatest - the duel is declared over when one party suffers a fatal injury.

However, Sebastian chose the most cruel one - a fight to the death, with the family bloodline as the stakes, and the duel would not end until one side's bloodline was completely cut off.

Throughout the history of the development of the wizarding world, this level of pure-blood duels is extremely rare. If there were no blood feud, pure-blood families would never choose this kind of duel with blood at stake.

The conference room suddenly became boiling, as if a huge rock was thrown into a calm lake, and everyone was completely shocked by Sebastian's decision.

"Merlin's beard! I haven't seen a pure-blood duel in years. This is going to be something interesting to watch."

"The tradition of the pure-blood family is back! This is the oldest and most intense solution in the wizarding world!"

"No wonder. Umbridge said that Swann made money from the war. If this word gets out, it will easily make people feel bad about Swann. How could Sebastian tolerate her?"

"Do you think Umbridge will agree?"

"Her? How can someone who relies on flattery to get to the top have any backbone?"

"I think so too. This is clearly a suicide mission, and it will kill the entire family. Umbridge definitely doesn't have the courage to accept it."

"If she refuses, she won't be able to hold her head up again. I just don't know if she will be so shameless as to stay in the position of deputy minister."

Looking at Umbridge, whose face turned pale, Sebastian smiled slightly: "I don't need any assistants for the duel. It's up to you. As long as you have the ability, you can find as many assistants as you want. In addition, I can also give you the right to besiege me."

"On the day of the duel, I will invite all the media to be witnesses and let everyone see how strong I am."

"Don't worry, in order to prove that I have the ability to fight the mysterious man head-on, I will definitely use 200% of my strength to deal with you."

mock up!

Just say a few words to me and I won't bother to pay attention to you.

Since you're talking about Swann's alchemy and my wallet, don't blame me for letting you see the truest side of the magic world.

I am not a good guy like Dumbledore. I have the power and means to bypass the laws of the wizarding world to deal with you.

Umbridge had never seen such a scene before. She was shocked by Sebastian's decisiveness and trembled, unable to utter a word.

This is wrong...

The script shouldn't be written like this. Isn't this conference room for quarrels? Shouldn't you present facts and reason to refute me? Why did you start a pure-blood duel out of the blue?

A pure-blood duel is a very personal one, and he couldn't mobilize Aurors to help. Without enough gold Galleons, where could he find an assistant?

She turned to look at Fudge, her eyes full of pleading.

Help, Minister, your most loyal men are almost finished.

Faced with Umbridge's pleading eyes, Fudge was stunned and didn't know what to say.

Aren't we discussing the mysterious man?

Once the pure-blood duel broke out, things were completely out of control, and Umbridge, whom he had always respected, was the fuse that triggered all of this.

Umbridge, oh Umbridge, why are you messing with Sebastian?!

He hesitated for a moment, and said to Sebastian with difficulty: "Sebastian, please don't hurt the relationship. Let's sit down and talk it over..."

Before he could finish his words, Sebastian interrupted him and said, "Minister, this is a pure-blood duel, an extremely ancient tradition. It does not violate any of the laws of the Ministry of Magic. If you don't believe me, you can ask Amelia. She is the director of the Law Enforcement Department and is very familiar with all the regulations."

"Of course, I know everything is in compliance with the law," Fudge said with a careful smile, "and I am not qualified to stop a sacred pure-blood duel."

"This matter has nothing to do with the content of today's meeting, so I was wondering if we could go to the side and talk in private."

Fudge was feeling extremely frustrated now, and to be honest, he didn't really want to save Umbridge.

But he had to not save her. Although Umbridge was a little stupid, she was loyal to him and was the most useful knife in his hand.

If I don't save him, it will discourage the people below me and no one will be willing to work with me anymore.

If he wanted to save Umbridge, Sebastian had to take the initiative to cancel the duel. Otherwise, once Umbridge chose to retreat, for the sake of the Ministry of Magic's face, he would have to kick her out of the position of Deputy Minister. In that case, Umbridge's value would be greatly reduced.

That idiot Umbridge said so much nonsense today, but there is only one thing she said that is correct, that is, Sebastian is also a businessman.

From a business perspective, everything can be negotiated. The key is whether the price is high enough.

Thinking of this, he smiled and waved at Sebastian, motioning him to follow him to the side to chat.

Sebastian felt amused and followed the other person. He wanted to hear what Fudge would say.

Seeing that the other party was so respectful, Fudge breathed a sigh of relief. He waved his wand and cast a shielding spell to prevent others from hearing their conversation.

"Sebastian, Umbridge is a fool. I apologize to you on her behalf."

Seeing that Sebastian was unmoved, he continued, "I see that the population of Hogsmeade is increasing. It's time to expand outward. How about this? In the name of the Minister of Magic, I will assign all the empty areas in the north of Hogsmeade to you. You can expand as you wish."

Wow, Fudge is quite sincere. The area of ​​the new city is indeed not enough, and official recognition can indeed save a lot of trouble in the development of the new city.

At the very least, when those wandering wizards from abroad want to build their own houses next to the new town, the Aurors will take the initiative to step forward and drive them all away in the name of the Ministry of Magic.

To be honest, only Fudge is suitable to do this kind of thing. After Amelia comes to power, it will not be suitable for her to help him seek benefits in such a fair and open way.

Otherwise, Amelia would easily be seen as abusing her power for personal gain as she sits in the position of minister.

As for Umbridge, just let her go. She's just a small figure. Anyway, she has already established her authority. I believe no one will want to cause trouble for her next time.

Compared to killing Umbridge, the development of the new city is more attractive!

Sebastian nodded, agreeing to Fudge's proposal, then he returned to Umbridge and said expressionlessly.

"The minister took the initiative to plead for you. For his sake, I will not bother with you this time."

"Remember this and don't fall into my hands again. I won't be so easy on you next time."

Umbridge collapsed directly to the ground, her face pale, and she spoke tremblingly.

"Thank you...thank you...I'll remember...I'll remember..."