Just Became Richest Man: Received Admission Letter from Hogwarts

Dumbledore waved, and a cup of tea appeared on the table.

After Sean sat down, Dumbledore said:

"Sean, what kind of person do you think Harry is?"

Sean didn't speak, waiting quietly for Dumbledore's next words.

Dumbledore wasn't confused enough to need Sean to help him identify a person's character.

Sure enough, Dumbledore continued:

"Sean, Harry's fate is complicated. He will be entangled with Voldemort all his life. This is his fate."

"So.... about the Philosopher's Stone, I want to release the news that Harry drove out Voldemort, what do you think?"

Sean nodded:

"Of course, Professor Dumbledore, it was Harry who drove Voldemort away, I just helped trap him."

Dumbledore breathed a sigh of relief.

Of course Sean knew what Dumbledore was thinking.

He's going to bind Harry Potter with honor, he's going to put Harry Potter up.

Once successful, Harry Potter instinctively sees himself as the savior and responsible for all lives.

"The Academy Cup..."

Before Dumbledore finished speaking, Sean got up and said:

"We Slytherin can't let the Academy Cup."

Looking at Dumbledore with a confused face, Sean continued:

"This year, Slytherin students have worked hard to change themselves, even disregarding the cold words of others. The Academy Cup is their recognition."

"Professor Dumbledore, I don't need to say more about the importance of this Academy Cup to Slytherin?"

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"If you're unfair, Malfoy's probably the first to disagree."

"Important fart!" Sean muttered in his heart:

"Old man, I still want Harry to get the Academy Cup. I really think I'm a mess, so I won't be rewarded by the system, and neither of us will think about it when the time comes!"

Dumbledore gave Sean a deep look and sighed:

"Sean, it seems that you really regard yourself as a Slytherin prefect, and you regard them as your friends."

"Okay, I will judge the results fairly, you can go back."

"By the way, what did you attack Professor Quirrell that day? I heard them say that six... bullets were recovered from Quirrell's body?"

Sean scratched his head:

"It's the pistol that my father gave me. I used it in a hurry. It works well. If you like it, I can give you one."

Dumbledore was waiting for Sean's words, and nodded immediately:

"Then thank you very much, go back and take the child."

Sean nodded, and when he got up, he glanced at the documents on the table.

There was a stack of resumes on the table, and at the top, Lockhart's iconic smile was particularly dazzling.

After walking out of Dumbledore's office, Sean frowned:

"I remember that bastard Lockhart teaching us Defence Against the Dark Arts next semester? That won't work..."

Suddenly, Sean's eyes lit up, and a wonderful plan appeared in his mind.

As he said, Sean pushed open the door of Snape's office with the briskest steps in his life.

"Knock! Knock! How many times do I have to tell you, Sean?"

Snape was clearly in a bad mood.

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

"Next time, Snape, I have one thing to tell you, two good news."

Hearing that Sean said there was good news, Snape's face became better:

"Go ahead."

"The first good thing, the Academy Cup is ours."

Hearing Sean's words, Snape's brows gradually opened.

"As for the second thing, Snape, give me some Flux, even a drop! I'll tell you."

Snape's brows furrowed into the word "Chuan" again.

"Xian, it's not that I won't give it to you. Flux is not a good thing for a little wizard. You will rely on that feeling."

"It won't do you any good."

"And you're clearly addicted now."

Sean's face was bitter, he definitely couldn't tell Snape that he was going to draw a lottery, he could only say:

"I'm not really addicted, I'm working on an alchemy project and just need a little inspiration."

Hearing Sean's reason, Snape was silent for a while before nodding;

"Okay, one drop, let's talk."

Sean breathed a deep sigh of relief, leaned forward and said mysteriously:

"Don't you want to be a Defence Against the Dark Arts professor? I have a chance."

"But at the same time, I also want to remind you Snape, the title of Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts has been cursed, and you may not have a good time next year."

"I know these things better than you, Sean. If you want to say it, hurry up. I'm very busy."

Sean nodded:

"I just got back from Headmaster Dumbledore's office, and I found out that he's screening for next year's Defence Against the Dark Arts professor."

Hearing Sean's words, Snape gradually became serious.

"His first target is a man named Lockhart, you should know, the sassy writer."

Snape nodded:

"Yes, I heard he fought werewolves and vampires, what's wrong?"

Sean smiled disdainfully:

"You believe it? I thought you'd be smarter than Snape, he's a liar! A liar through and through!"

"What do you mean?"

Snape pulled Sean over.

Sean said calmly:

"Lockhart, he doesn't know any spells, he only has one spell, the oblivion spell!"

How smart is Snape, he's got it all!

"You mean that all the adventure stories he wrote in his books belonged to other people, and that he cast an oblivion spell on other wizards?"

"This is a serious charge, and it touches on wizarding law, Sean, have you figured it out?"

Sean patted his chest:

"I can vouch for it with my personality."

Snape rolled his eyes and patted Sean's head:

"Well done Sean, I think I have to go to the principal's office, you go back first."

"By the way! This is your elixir, a drop."

Snape shoved a small test tube into Sean's hand, and then, like a huge bat, walked quickly towards the door.

"Wait, Snape, don't go to Dumbledore!!"

Sean tried to stop him, but Snape was nowhere to be seen.

"It's really hopeless. If you go to him now, what else can you do except get him to change? Can you get on?"

"madness!"

Sean hates that iron cannot become steel, but then he thought:

"But in this way, I can ask you for another Fuling for the same reason next year."

"Snape, Snape, it's not me playing tricks, it's your own stupidity!"

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Dumbledore's office. "Albus, is this the Defence Against the Dark Arts professor you're looking for?"

"He's a complete liar!"

Dumbledore looked shocked:

"How did you know that, Snape? Oh! Wait, there's a little fox behind you!"

Dumbledore was so shrewd, Sean had just gone out when Snape came in.

There's no such thing as Sean, and even the trolls don't believe it!

Dumbledore was silent for a while, then got up and said:

"Okay Snape, you go back first, I'm going to the Ministry of Magic, if the Lockhart thing is true."

"I'm afraid many warriors are being wronged."

As cute as Snape, he was really fooled out like this.

Walking all the way back to the office, Snape realized something was wrong: