Hogwarts: I am the White Lord

Sebastian didn't mind solving Voldemort's troubles on his own, or rather, he had been prepared for this since he decided to step forward.

If he wants to be the most handsome guy in this era, defeating Lao Fu alone is an achievement he must achieve.

However, simply completing this achievement is not enough to make Sebastian the most handsome guy.

In the past hundred years, Dumbledore has been the brightest star in the entire wizarding world. His achievement of suppressing two Dark Lords in a row has made his reputation unmatched.

With him around, no matter how hard Sebastian tries, the first person people think of is still Dumbledore, and everyone will feel that everything is inseparable from Dumbledore's arrangements.

Therefore, Sebastian needs Dumbledore to be offline for a while, and at the same time, slightly indulge Voldemort to expand his power and become the nightmare of the whole world.

In this situation, if he could deal with Voldemort as a savior, he would naturally become the most prominent and powerful person in the wizarding world.

"Sebastian," Dumbledore smiled and asked with interest, "How do I go offline? Hide for a while?"

“No, no, no, just hiding is not enough!” Sebastian waved his hand, “I need you to fake your death and get away.”

"Faking death and getting away... that's not easy," Dumbledore frowned slightly and thought quickly, "An ordinary fake death won't fool Tom, so we have to think of a reliable method. Sebastian, what was your original plan?"

"It's very simple. You just need to receive a killing curse in front of everyone. The You-Know-Who will definitely not suspect anything."

The killing curse?!

Dumbledore's eyes widened, his blue eyes full of disbelief, and he subconsciously scratched his ears, as if he wanted to make sure he had heard it correctly.

Seeing this, Sebastian smirked in his heart, then nodded seriously, confirming that Old Dumbledore had heard it completely correctly.

This time, Dumbledore was at a loss. His lips were slightly open, but he couldn't make any sound for a long time.

Boy, are you and Tom in cahoots? ! ! !

You actually want me to take on the killing curse!

Are you planning to take this opportunity to kill me and successfully inherit the position of Hogwarts headmaster?

That's not necessary!

"Sebastian, if you want to be the principal, just tell me and we can discuss everything."

"Anyway, I can't handle that killing curse at all, and I can't cooperate with your plan at all, so you should find someone else."

"I just agreed to go offline for a while, but I didn't agree to go offline permanently!"

"I'm still young and want to enjoy life for a few more years. Please let me go."

With all his resistance, Dumbledore waved his hands wildly, so fast that an afterimage almost appeared.

Seeing Old Deng's messy appearance, Sebastian could no longer maintain a serious expression, and burst into laughter.

"Hahaha - Principal, don't get excited. The reason I said this is because I am sure that you can take the killing curse safely. Come, let me teach you an advanced technique - the Iron Armor Curse!"

Sebastian explained the origin of the overlapping curse in two simple sentences, then stood up and looked at the other party confidently: "Principal, come on, cast a killing curse on me first."

Right now was a good time to show off his prowess in public. Sebastian was looking forward to seeing what expression Dumbledore would have when he saw him taking on the Killing Curse.

Sebastian's actions once again confused Dumbledore.

Iron Armor Spell and Double Spell?

What is this? Is it really a Gryffindor legacy?

After learning it, you can resist the killing curse? !

No! I have lived for more than a hundred years and I am considered a knowledgeable wizard. How come I have never heard of this kind of thing?

"Sebastian, you should be aware of the power of the Killing Curse. Don't joke with your own life."

"It's okay, Principal. Don't worry. Let me open your eyes today."

Seeing Sebastian's serious look, Dumbledore hesitantly raised the Elder Wand.

To be honest, he was hesitant to take action, for fear that he might make a big mistake by accident.

However, out of trust in Sebastian, he finally waved his wand gently.

"Avada Kadawa!"

A green light flashed by, and Sebastian was still standing there smiling, not looking uncomfortable at all.

Although he was mentally prepared, the scene before him still made Dumbledore's eyes widen involuntarily.

Merlin! That's awesome!

This overlapping spell is too powerful.

In this way, it would be easy to deceive Tom.

"Well, Principal, I didn't lie to you, did I?" Dumbledore's shocked look made Sebastian feel very comfortable. "Well, for the sake of safety, let's wait until you have stacked hundreds of layers of armor spells, and then we will officially start the plan."

"Okay," Dumbledore put away his wand and sat back in his chair, "But I still have a doubt."

"Sebastian, have you ever thought about what kind of impact my fake death will have on the wizarding world? Will people fall into panic? Will the situation collapse quickly?"

"Don't worry, Principal, I'm here." Sebastian smiled disdainfully, sat back in his chair, and picked up the Coke to moisten his throat again.

"In other countries, there are the Swann Alchemy Branch and Mr. Grindelwald's saints. They will not let the situation collapse. Moreover, this time will not be long. According to my plan, it will only take half a year at most."

"As for people falling into panic, they will get used to it after two days at most. As long as there is hope, they will slowly inspire their fighting spirit and then burst out with infinite tenacity."

"The last and most important point is that the You-Know-Who doesn't have the courage to deal with both of us at the same time. This can be seen from the fact that he fell silent again and allowed the Death Eaters to expand their influence abroad."

"The You-Know-Who is ruthless, alert, and highly mobile. He won't fight us head-on, but will only fight us in circles and engage in guerrilla warfare. If we push him too hard and make him lose hope, he will most likely wreak havoc in the Muggle world."

Sebastian paused, letting Dumbledore think about this scenario, and then continued, "After you faked your death, I was the only one left, and the strength I showed was just a tie with him."

"Under such circumstances, the mysterious man will naturally become arrogant. We can take advantage of his mentality and make him jump into the trap we have dug."

"In addition," Sebastian smiled and took out a wand and placed it in front of Dumbledore, "This is the first big gift I am going to give to the You-Know-Who. With it, the You-Know-Who will most likely cut off one of his arms and voluntarily give up the snakewood wand."

Dumbledore picked up the wand on the table and turned it slowly, his eyes carefully scanning every detail.

Good boy, even a substitute for the Elder Wand is ready.

After a little thought, Dumbledore figured out why Sebastian had asked him to reveal the details of the Elder Wand to Voldemort, and he also figured out where this wand should be used.

This is brilliant. He is planning to use his fake death to play a bigger game.

The corners of his lips curled up slightly, and he imagined in his mind that Voldemort confirmed his "death", and then excitedly put on the "Old Wand" he had worked hard to obtain, thinking that he had already won.

As a result, when the final battle came, not only did he find that he was not dead, but the so-called Elder Wand was nothing but a complete fake.

At the happiest and most confident moment, he fell directly from heaven to hell. That moment was a fatal blow to Voldemort.

Sebastian's move was not just to kill people, but also to destroy their hearts!

Looking at Sebastian's confident look, Dumbledore suddenly felt a surge of emotion in his heart.

We have strength, financial resources, and we are not lacking in wisdom and means!

Anyone who goes against this guy will definitely be in big trouble.

In the coming era, Sebastian will definitely become a new generation of legend, or even the only legend.

Thinking of this, Dumbledore placed his arms neatly on the table, looking as if he was listening attentively.

"Professor Swan, time is precious. Please start teaching the Iron Armor Spell..."