Hogwarts: Becoming the White Lord from Breathing

  In the spacious and magnificent hall, Dumbledore finished his brief opening remarks and began to announce the scores of the House Cup that everyone had been thinking about.

  "Now, as far as I know, we have to hold the award ceremony for the House Cup first. The specific scores of each house are as follows:

  Fourth place, Hufflepuff, 352 points; third place, Gryffindor, 382 points; Ravenclaw 426 points, Slytherin 472 points."

  A thunderous cheer and stomping sound broke out at the Slytherin table, and the other three houses had ugly expressions - they might not care about the final victory of the House Cup, but they all didn't want to see Slytherin win the championship.

  Some whispers spread under the hall, mixed with "Snape", "Old Bat", "Unfair", "All the points earned by Damon were deducted from him".

  In the teacher's seat, Professor McGonagall glanced at Snape, obviously not satisfied with his forced tie with Damon's score. Professor Flitwick listened to the students' slander of Snape with a slight curl of his lips.

  "Yes, yes, it's a good performance." Dumbledore said, "However, something that happened recently must also be taken into account."

  The hall became very quiet, and the Slytherins' smiles also subsided.

  "Uh, uh," Dumbledore cleared his throat, "Let me see, by the way,

  Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, and Hermione Granger, the three of them cracked the level set by the four professors, showing erudition, courage, friendship, and wisdom respectively. I want to add 50 points to each of them!"

  The expressions on Harry and the other two's faces were warm and excited, but at the same time, they were a little out of breath - except for the first two levels, they passed the last two levels by "skipping classes". I don't know what Damon was thinking, but he actually made their performance when they passed the level look like the real thing?

  This means," Dumbledore had to shout loudly to drown out the thunderous cheers, because even the students of Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff were celebrating Slytherin's sudden defeat, "We need to make some small changes to the decorations here. "

  He clapped his hands, and immediately, the green hanging ribbons turned bright red, and the silver turned gold.

  The huge Slytherin snake disappeared, replaced by a majestic Gryffindor lion. Snape shook hands with Professor McGonagall and forced an awkward smile on his face.

  Damon stood in the middle of the crowd and took the lead in picking up Harry and the other two and throwing them into the sky. In the process, many little witches quietly stuck to him with red faces.

  Damon noticed their actions, laughed and hugged them into his arms. All the witches began to scream. The witches who had been looking at these people with contempt in the distance were no longer reserved and began to squeeze into the inner circle quietly.

  Amid the hustle and bustle, in the dreamlike fairy tale scene, Damon's happiest first semester since he traveled through time ended.

  After crossing the Black Lake again and boarding the Hogwarts Express, Damon returned to King's Cross Station.

  "You must come to our house to play this summer," Ron said, "all three of you come - I'll send an owl to invite you. "

  Thank you," said Harry, "I really need something to look forward to."

  They walked towards the entrance to the Muggle world while chatting. In order not to attract the attention of Muggles, the three little ones were a little nervous.

  After crossing the platform, Harry was quickly taken away by Uncle Vernon who came to pick him up, and he didn't even have time to say goodbye properly.

  Damon frowned as he looked at the Vernon family who were rude to Harry.

  "Damon, goodbye!"

  Harry turned around amid Vernon's reproach and raised his hand vigorously to Damon.

  Damon didn't know what he was thinking of, his brows relaxed again, and he waved at him gently and said:

  "Goodbye, Harry, I believe we will see each other again soon."

  Harry got a response and nodded happily. He imagined in his heart the scene of meeting Damon again at Ron's house in a few weeks, and smiled happily.

  "Goodbye! Damon!"

  In the crowd, some Hogwarts students mustered up the courage to say goodbye to Damon, and he waved back one by one.

  "You are Damon, right? Good boy, you are so handsome! "

  Damon turned his head and saw a woman wearing a ginger wool cardigan and with a few freckles on the tip of her nose, smiling at him.

  "Hello, kid, I'm Ron's mother. You've taken care of him at school." She smiled as Ron protested, "It's been a busy year, hasn't it?"   

  "It's very busy, but also very fulfilling. Thank you for the candy and sweater you gave me, Mrs. Weasley."

  "Oh, that's nothing, dear."

  Perhaps it was because Ron had praised Damon in his letter - although he thought he had hidden it very cleverly.

  Mrs. Weasley liked Damon very much and actually invited him to her home on the spot.

  "Thank you for your invitation, but I still have some things to do. I will take Harry with me later. I hope you won't mind when the time comes."

  Damon made an agreement with this respectable woman who could "tear apart" the Death Eaters with her hands. From a distance, he saw Hermione quietly waving to him, saying "goodbye".

  She seemed to be ashamed to be too close to Damon in front of her parents, so she used this method just now.

  After saying goodbye to three close friends one after another, a professional manager in a well-dressed suit stood behind Damon calmly.

  "Boss, you have worked hard on the way. Please follow me."

  "Yeah."

  Damon responded lightly, and his face was no longer gentle as before, but was replaced by a face full of indifference.

  The two left quickly from the VIP channel and got into a Mercedes-Benz 600SEL. As they sat in the back seat, the driver started driving without saying a word.

  In the car, the manager, Shard Clement, had a serious expression, as if the person sitting in front of him was not a twelve-year-old boy, but a lion in his prime.

  "Here is the gold you ordered, a total of 20 kilograms."

  "Well, not bad."

  Damon took the suitcase, opened it and took a look, and casually transferred the gold to his own suitcase - as long as he threw it into the space under the partition, the weight disappeared.

  Clement took out a document that was two fingers thick, handed it to Damon and said:

  "This is the approximate revenue of the twenty factories in a year. Under the care of the Duke, everything is produced well and the overall revenue is good. However, in order to manage the relations between all parties, we have lost some gold. In addition."

  Damon flipped through the document and stretched out his hand to stop him, saying:

  "How is the cooperation with the Granning Company that I asked you to do before going?"

  "It has been done. According to your request, the Dursleys will serve as the contact person to host a banquet for you at their home. I wonder what time you are going to come?"

  "It will be scheduled for the afternoon of July 31st. By the way, please help me reserve the world's largest cake on that day."

  "Yes." Clement paused for a moment and continued, "The Duke of Westminster hopes to see you again. His main request is that he hopes you can provide another "magic medicine."

  "I have to give it to him if he wants it?" Damon glanced at Clement, "I still have the potion, but I can't give it to him like this, do you understand?"

  "Understand."

  Clement responded expressionlessly, as if he really didn't have any thoughts about Damon's impolite answer.

  Damon nodded, took out a concentrated version of the "vitality potion" in a bottle and handed it to Clement. "My deal with the Duke has been completed, I don't owe him anything."

  "But you work for me, I won't treat you unfairly, this thing can make your body better, dilute it with water at a ratio of 1:100 and take 1 liter every day, don't overdose - of course, if you want to give this thing to the Duke of Westminster, that's your business."

  Clement's face trembled, took the champagne-shaped bottle, silently put it in his arms, and carefully held it with his other hand.

  "I know, I will keep the Duke hanging for now, he is very patient, he shouldn't dare to turn against you in a few years."

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