Hogwarts: Becoming the White Lord from Breathing

Chapter 183 Strange Past Events

After a while, Professor Lupin returned.

"We'll be at Hogwarts in ten minutes, Master White. Thanks to you this time, the students weren't affected too much."

As soon as Lupin entered, he expressed his gratitude to Damon in such a solemn manner that it was nothing like a teacher speaking to a student.

The group of young wizards clicked their tongues in amazement, leaving the space for the two to talk, and all piled up in a row of seats—with the existence of the Transfiguration spell, they didn't have to worry about not having enough seats.

Although Lupin was a little embarrassed to have his student do this, he still went along with the good intention and sat down next to Damon—he had great respect for this young master and genuinely wanted to exchange ideas—after all, he would be teaching him Defense Against the Dark Arts later.

The thought made Lupin a little uneasy. Could he really do it?
He values ​​this job highly and doesn't want any setbacks in its progress.

Master White is probably his first challenge so far. He became famous at a young age and has such strength. During the time that the opponent was repelled, Lupin had been thinking about it. It seems that the Dementor was killed directly by Master White's Patronus?

Aren't Dementors supposed to be driven away? To kill a Dementor with a Patronus... how powerful would a Patronus have to be? Master White, who possessed such a Patronus, and even the young prodigy Lupin, had already imagined the other party questioning his teaching abilities in class.

If that scene were to actually happen, Lupin would be so ashamed that he would immediately hand in his resignation, even though he is currently so financially strapped that he can barely afford to eat.

"You're too kind, Professor Lu Ping. Even without me, I'm sure you could handle all of this."

"No, you're too modest."

Faced with the boy's gentle smile, Lupin was even a little flattered and secretly relieved—it seemed that Master White was easier to get along with than he had imagined.

Ron nudged Hermione and Harry with his elbow and winked at them—this was the first time they had seen someone from outside the school interact with Damon. Look at Master White, how impressive he is!

Harry and Hermione weren't as relaxed as he was; their expressions were tense and very serious—the professor was a powerful and formidable figure to them, except for Professor Snape.

In short, they have no time for jokes now; they just hope that Professor Lupin can talk to Damon more and reveal some things they don't know.

Unfortunately, they didn't talk much during the rest of the journey.

Finally, the train stopped at Hogwarts Station, and there was a flurry of activity as people disembarked:
The owl hooted, the cat meowed, and Neville's pet toad croaked under his hat.

The small platform was already frozen over, and cold rain was pouring down.

"First graders, come here!" a familiar voice called out.

Hagrid led the first-year students from a distance, waving to Harry over many heads.

"Okay, everyone."

Several people waved to him, but they didn't have a chance to speak. They were pushed along the platform by the people around them and boarded Thestrals to go to the main gate of Hogwarts.

As the carriage swayed and rocked, the group arrived at their destination—Professor Snape was standing at the gate. When he saw Harry, his previously tense expression finally relaxed, only to become even more serious in the next moment.

"Damon, go to the headmaster's office. Dumbledore wants to see you."

After saying that, he waved his robe and left in a hurry.

“Just like an old bat—Damon, what do you think the headmaster wants to see you about?” Ron smacked Snape, asking casually.

"It must be because of the Dementors. The monster guarding Azkaban attacked the train carrying the students without provocation. I think the Ministry of Magic should give us an explanation."

His tone was calm yet authoritative, so much so that the people following behind him lost their appetite for jokes.

"Alright, I'll tell you later. Focus on the Sorting Ceremony."

Damon waved goodbye to everyone and headed alone to Dumbledore's office. As soon as he entered the hall, he saw the transparent Dumbledore standing there, waving at him.

Damon cast a Disillusionment Charm to meet her, and the two stood on the stairs watching Professor McGonagall stand in front of the door, waiting to welcome the first-year students.

Why are you standing here?

"Oh—I think as the principal, I shouldn't miss the freshmen's sorting ceremony, so I'll just have to hurry."

"It's okay to talk about it later. Is there anything urgent?"

"The matter isn't that urgent, but I think as the person involved, you should know immediately that you've personally killed a Dementor, right?"

"Has the message reached you already?"

"Fudge was terrified and heartbroken."

Dumbledore's gaze lingered on the open door, and Professor McGonagall's voice welcoming the new students rang out along with his.

"I never imagined he could go this far. He actually dared to control Dementors to attack the students' carriages just because of some unsubstantiated rumors."

"Although this may make me seem like I know him very well, I still have to say it—he has always been this awful, it's just that you have a bad eye for people."

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Dumbledore was silent for a moment. Although he wanted to refute it, he skipped the question and continued:
“Your killing of the Dementors has made Fudge a little sensitive—he didn’t expect you to be able to do something like that; he always thought you were just an extremely talented kid.”

"So what? He wants to confront me and demand an explanation?"

"Of course he wouldn't, and I would never agree to him doing that. I called you here just to tell you why the Dementors attacked the train, and also to ask for your thoughts."

"about what?"

"Sirius Black, do you know anything about this person?"

"I don't know. All I know is that he was a prisoner in Azkaban who escaped to come to Hogwarts to kill Harry."

"Well, Black is actually Harry's godfather. On the day Harry was born, he betrayed Harry and his wife as the Secretkeeper, which led to the exposure of their hiding place, although I'm not sure about that."

In fact, even now I believe there are many unanswered questions surrounding what happened back then, but everything happened so fast that the Ministry of Magic hastily closed the case to stabilize public opinion.”

"I thought you would stop all of this? If there's a problem, why not figure it out?"

Sirius has confessed to everything, so I really have no right to interfere in this matter anymore.

"Well, if it's Caliban Mortos, he probably won't care about any bullshit stances, he'll just look at right and wrong."

Since Black is Harry's godfather, how could Harry possibly wallow in despair in prison after both his parents have passed away? I should probably give him a good scolding to snap him out of it.

"Well, anyway, he's back now, for reasons I don't know."

I know him well, and I believe he will come to Hogwarts. He will approach Harry.

I'll hold off Fudge and the others. As for the rest, can you handle them?

"understood."

(End of this chapter)