Hogwarts: I am the White Lord

Since the warrior selection, exchange students from four magic schools have been integrated into the senior classes.

This arrangement poses unprecedented challenges to professors of sixth and seventh graders.

Not only do they have to make the course content more in-depth, but they also have to try their best to attract students' interest with vivid teaching methods and strive to ensure that the reputation of Hogwarts, a thousand-year-old institution, is not affected in the slightest.

In the advanced Muggle Studies class that Sebastian is in charge of this year, there are also some students from other schools who are curious about Muggle Studies.

The most active among them are the students of Ilvermorny. After experiencing the riots at the Potions Championship, they are eager to find a way for the wizarding world and the Muggle world to live in harmony.

In this regard, Sebastian designed a large number of interactive sessions, encouraging students to actively speak and discuss so as to exchange ideas. If they were interested, he would also take these students to the Muggle world for practical investigations.

Of course, Sebastian did not forget to train the three warriors. He constantly encouraged and guided them to use their imaginations, listened patiently to their crazy ideas, evaluated their feasibility, and made continuous adjustments and experiments in practice.

The three of them gradually developed a tacit understanding in their cooperation, and they became much braver and more confident when facing the dragon.

A week passed like this, and Sebastian suddenly received an unexpected call.

As agreed, he came to the Three Broomsticks and met the man who called him.

"It's very rude to ask you to meet me suddenly, and I know you don't like seeing me, but I still want to ask you to try your best to help Harry at school."

Sirius sat in the booth of the Three Broomsticks, looking at Sebastian with a sad face.

When he met Harry at the weekend, he learned the details of the first game from him.

Sirius, who cared about his godson and wanted to fulfill his responsibilities as a godfather, immediately offered to help Harry with sparring in order to teach him two special skills.

But what surprised him was that Harry was much stronger than when he chased him in the Forbidden Forest. Even if he used all his strength, he could only tie with Harry.

"I have been in Azkaban for too long, and my strength has been wasted too much. I can no longer help Harry much."

Looking at the depressed Sirius, Sebastian's eyes were full of surprise.

It was unexpected that this guy was willing to make a request to his old rival.

Logically speaking, this guy should be extremely excited after hearing the news that Harry was going to challenge the dragon.

After all, when they were young, what they liked to do most was all kinds of exciting things.

Now it seems that after experiencing the daily necessities of life, Sirius has also matured.

Sirius glared and said, "One thing I noticed is that Harry spoke of the dragon in an extremely casual tone. It didn't sound like he was facing a 5X-level magical creature that could burn him to ashes with a breath of fire, but a Bowtruckle that posed no threat."

"I know you're already helping Harry and the others, but Harry said he promised you not to reveal the specific information of the training to others."

"It's okay if you don't tell me, but I hope you can correct his mentality and make him not be so... so arrogant."

"That's not arrogance," Sebastian said, taking a sip of tea. "That's confidence, and that confidence comes from the strength of their team."

"Harry and his friends are not reckless men. They have great fighting wisdom. Just wait until you are shocked to the point of being speechless."

"In addition, I will personally serve as a safety officer at the game site to ensure that no one is fatally injured."

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

Time went by, and in the last class of the week before the game, all the Warriors came to a small classroom to undergo pre-game wand testing and exclusive interviews with the Warriors.

It was a smaller classroom, much simpler than other classrooms. The desks and chairs around it had been moved to the walls, leaving a large open space in the middle.

There were three desks lined up in front of the blackboard, covered with a thick piece of velvet.

Next to the desks stood Ludo Bagman and the principals of the five schools, chatting idly, their eyes constantly wandering over the warriors.

Most of the Warriors were a little absent-minded, and they forced smiles when facing interviews from reporters. It was obvious that they had learned from different channels about the magical animals they would face in the first game.

Draco became the darling of many reporters' interviews. These reporters accepted a large number of gold galleons from Lucius and vowed to make Draco the best warrior in this tournament.

Harry was not idle either. He was called aside by Rita, a reporter from the Daily Prophet, who kept asking about how he and Sebastian got along.

Harry took the time to glance at the words written in the other person's shorthand quill. Those flattering words gave him goose bumps all over his body.

"Aha, here comes Mr. Ollivander," called out Ludo Bagman, "let's get ready for the wand test."

The visitor was none other than Ollivander, one of the three greatest wand-makers in Europe. As soon as he entered the classroom, he grabbed Dumbledore's arm.

"Principal Dumbledore, please help me find Professor Swann. I have an appointment with him for wand inspection and maintenance services. Please ask him not to stand me up."

"Of course, I'll inform him now." Seeing Ollivander's anxious look, Dumbledore did not ask any more questions, but released the Patronus to deliver the message.

"Sebastian won't look at the magic phone during class, so a Patronus is safer."

"Please do the wand test first." Dumbledore said, and took Ollivander to sit at the wand testing table.

Ollivander was also not vague, and immediately demonstrated the professional qualities of a top wand-maker, carefully testing whether the Warrior's Wand was functioning perfectly.

He had marveled at the sensitivity and capriciousness of Fleur's wand, whose core was made of a strand of Veela's hair.

But when he saw the wands of the students of Ugadu, his whole face darkened and he didn't seem so happy.

"African wands are still so extreme." Ollivander picked up a wooden stick that was more like a wand and looked at it carefully.

"It's really too extreme, even rougher than the wand style in Northern Europe. It's hard for me to give a proper evaluation."

"Perhaps only by coordinating spells with their gestures can the true advantages of this magic wand be brought into play."

Ollivander quickly finished testing the warriors' wands, and then he couldn't wait any longer and went straight to the Muggle Studies classroom. After Sebastian finished class, he went to the quiet office with him.

"This is the most perfect wand. It's always beautiful no matter how many times I look at it." Ollivander looked at the dragon bone wand over and over again, not wanting to put it down.

"It's been almost a year and you haven't brought your wand to me for testing or told me how it performs. How could you treat it like this?"

"Sebastian, you have to promise me that you will come to see me every six months, no, every three months."

"I want to personally maintain this dragon bone wand, free of charge!"

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As everyone was looking forward to it, the time came to November 24th.