I Just Become The Richest Man: Received an Admission Letter from Hogwarts

"Okay everyone, this is the end of the matter."

"As for Mr. Higgs' punishment."

Sean sat on the sofa, with Erlang's legs crossed lazily:

"Fuchsia!"

"Close your earplugs and listen!"

"Silence!"

Three magic down, Higgs was hung upside down on the ceiling unable to move.

"Who are his classmates, remember to ask for leave for him tomorrow."

"Also, no one is allowed to help him, and no one is allowed to approach him. The spell will be lifted automatically at this time tomorrow."

"This is your punishment, Mr. Higgs."

"Which of you is Sean Sebastian, Professor McGonagall is waiting for you in the office."

Suddenly, the portrait on the wall spoke up.

It was an unfamiliar portrait, at least Sean had never seen in the Slytherin lounge.

"I see."

After saying that, Sean turned his head out of the lounge and went straight to Professor McGonagall's office.

"Obviously someone tried to kill me with Higgs' hands. Who would that be? Voldemort?"

While thinking about it, Sean arrived at the door of Professor McGonagall's office.

Sudden! Sean's pupils trembled violently.

I saw two vigilant Aurors standing at the door of Professor McGonagall's office.

"Did something happen to me?"

Sean frowned, just about to leave, but found that the two Aurors had locked him.

At this point, Sean can only bite the bullet and walk into the office.

"Oh! Sean, you're finally here, this is Mr. Fudge, Minister for Magic."

"It's not that serious, is it? The minister came to arrest me in person?"

Sean said with a sad face.

Professor McGonagall's face stiffened:

"What's coming for you, Minister Fudge is here to deliver the Medal of Honor."

"kindness?"

Sean looked up at Fudge.

Fudge had a smile on his face:

"Mr. Sebastian, your brother, in Hogsmeade a few days ago, helped us capture and kill three dark wizards at large."

"We tried our best to contact your brother, but he doesn't seem to be squatting anymore, so we can only ask you to hand over this Medal of Honor to him."

"Actually, there is a disobedient Auror in our department who refuses to tell your brother's whereabouts. We have fired her, otherwise we would have given you the medal earlier."

"By the way, the Ministry of Magic will gladly open the door for him if he wishes."

Fudge said, stuffed a medal into Sean's arms, said goodbye to Professor McGonagall, and left without looking back.

Sean stared at the medal in front of him and was stunned for a long time.

"I don't remember you having an older brother, Mr. Sebastian."

Professor McGonagall looked at Sean sternly.

Sean's heart instantly rose to his throat.

"But the Ministry of Magic says the heddle on your wand also shows no signs of casting spells outside of school, so you can go."

"call..."

Sean sighed and left Professor McGonagall's office without looking back.

After Sean left, the portraits in the office began to come alive.

"It's him, Minerva. You should know very well that he has no brother."

"This little guy wants to lie to us. He doesn't know we have all his information."

Professor McGonagall sighed:

"It doesn't matter if he is, at least he didn't do bad things, doesn't he? I'm just a little worried, he's growing up too fast."

"Like Tom of the past, even faster than him..."

....

On the other side, after Sean returned to the dormitory, everyone was still waiting in the common room.

Just a girl was crouching on the ground crying.

In front of them are the corpses of several mice.

"What's going on here?"

Sean stepped forward and asked.

Charlie's tone was a little low:

"Jessica's mice gave birth to a third litter, but all the pups in this litter died."

Sean leaned over to check, all those mouse pups were deformed!

Sean regretted at this moment, he just wanted to tell them that the purity of blood will only bring deformity and death.

But this is too cruel for some lower grade children.

But after doing everything, Sean can only bite the bullet and say:

"This is what I want to tell you, the consequences of pure blood, that's all."

This time, all the little snakes couldn't sit still.

Those mice have been with them for more than half a month. They have watched those mice grow up and even have their own offspring, and have already established a certain emotional foundation.

These mice are like their children!

"Prefect, are our mice going to die?"

"Yeah, prefect, Divin can't just die like this!"

"Kick, don't die..."

Sean looked at the crowd and sighed:

"Since the experiment has begun, let it be completed. This is a lesson for you and a warning to you."

"Pure blood does not mean nobility."

The last time Sean said the same thing, all the eyes he saw were disdain.

But this time, Sean saw approval.

Let them experiment by themselves and observe them like a god. It is more real and unforgettable than Sean has told them a thousand times or ten thousand times.

"If you want, after they die, you can open up a cemetery in the training room and bury them."

The first mice to die have appeared, and before the end of the semester, all of these mice will be extinct because of their close relatives, and only the first generation of mice may survive.

Of course, it can only be possible.

The third generation of mice has already developed deformities and low immunity, and the possibility of collective infectious diseases is also very high.

So there is a high possibility of one death and one litter.

Of course, Sean wouldn't say it.

This has to be experienced and felt for themselves.

Packing up his mind, Sean looked at Malfoy and the others and said:

"Tomorrow is a Quidditch match, we play Gryffindor, get as many points as possible, I believe in you."

"Have a good rest tonight."

Sean gave a rare encouragement to the Quidditch players,

"We won't lose to Gryffindor, Prefect!"

"To the boss, we can't lose!"

"Slytherin must win!"