#106 - Chapter 106 Is it too late to quit now? - Hogwarts: I am the White Demon King

Sebastian leaned back in his chair, his weary body slightly relaxed.

He slowly raised the thumb-sized glass vial in his hand, carefully examining the liquid inside.

The liquid in the vial was a ghost's tear, a precious and mysterious magical ingredient, extremely useful for both alchemy and potion-making.

Ghost tears had many legends in the magical world, the most famous use being as a crucial ingredient in the Felix Felicis recipe.

When brewing Felix Felicis, three drops of ghost tears had to be added for it to unleash its miraculous effects.

Felix Felicis was known as "Liquid Luck," and those who took it would have everything go smoothly for a period of time.

Such an effect meant that Felix Felicis would never appear on the market; many people couldn't buy it even with mountains of Galleons.

Frankly, the reason Felix Felicis was so precious was not only because of its complicated brewing process but also because its ingredients were extremely rare.

Sigh...

For the sake of face, I acted too late.

Causing many tears to dissipate uselessly into the air.

Now the tears in the vial don't even fill half of it.

My heart aches!

Sebastian pondered for a moment and decided to divide the tears in the vial into three portions.

One portion he would use for alchemy later, one he would give as a birthday gift to Severus.

As for the last portion, he decided to use it to brew a batch of Felix Felicis.

However, thinking about the brewing process of Felix Felicis, he couldn't help but frown.

Brewing Felix Felicis required a full six months, and although it didn't need constant attention, it needed to be monitored and adjusted regularly.

Such a troublesome thing was enough to give anyone a headache just thinking about it.

Ask Snape for help?

Forget it, forget it.

Thinking about Snape's busy schedule, Sebastian shook his head. Relying on him would probably mean not getting Felix Felicis until after the final battle.

Suddenly, Sebastian had a flash of inspiration.

"That's right, Professor Horace!"

He could completely prepare the ingredients and then ask Professor Horace to brew the Felix Felicis!

After all, although Professor Horace had retired, he still maintained close contact with him.

Then, Sebastian held the vial up to his eyes, aiming it at the sun outside the window.

Beautiful!

The tears in the vial, illuminated by the sunlight, emitted a seven-colored light, as if countless tiny stars were twinkling within.

Whenever the vial was slightly rotated, the light inside would dance accordingly, transforming into beautiful colors, flowing before his eyes like the aurora borealis, hazy and dreamlike.

His thoughts drifted with the shimmering light, temporarily forgetting the weariness of his body, immersed in this strange spectacle of light and shadow.

Sigh...

I wonder if Professor Flitwick will break down; after all, such a beautiful house ghost suddenly disappeared without even leaving a message.

And also the Slytherin house ghost—the Bloody Baron. I wonder how frantic he'll become.

After all, his unresolved issue is definitely seeking Helena's forgiveness, and now it seems there will never be a day to resolve it.

Hopefully, when the Baron is unhappy, he'll cause more trouble for Peeves. That way, the young wizards will thank him.

Knock, knock, knock!

An urgent knocking broke the silence in the office.

Sebastian waved his hand, put away the vial, and frowned as he looked toward the office door.

In his magical perception, the person outside the door was filled with negative emotions, and the malice emanating from the back of their head was extremely strong.

Quirrell?

Sebastian cleared his throat. "Enter!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Quirrell opened the door and slipped in. He looked at Sebastian, forcing a fawning smile onto his face.

"Professor Swan, good morning."

Looking at Quirrell's extremely pale face, Sebastian couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

He's almost been drained dry by Voldemort...

His life force is terribly weak now.

Moreover, judging by the knowledge he learned last night, the emotions Quirrell was exuding were all fear and regret.

It seems that the timing is almost right.

Now he can completely offer Quirrell a little help, slowly pulling his heart into his own camp; otherwise, it would be too late once he drank unicorn blood.

Thinking of this, Sebastian smiled slightly and teased.

"It's not early; it's almost noon. Professor Quirrell, have you been staying up late a lot recently? Why is your face so pale?"

Staying up late?

You're the one staying up late!

Your whole family stays up late!

Quirrell was filled with resentment, but he didn't dare show it on his face.

Most of his life force has been lost, and he's incredibly weak, even his speech is trembling.

How could he not be pale?!

Fortunately, he's playing a stutterer, and no one has suspected anything so far.

Thinking about his physical condition, Quirrell's heart filled with resentment.

He only went to the forests of Albania to gather materials, but he never expected to encounter Voldemort, who was possessing a snake.

With just a few words, he was lured in by the prospects that the other party described.

After all, that was eternal life; who wouldn't want it!

However, since following Voldemort, he hadn't had a single good day.

For the Philosopher's Stone, he had to bite the bullet and come to Hogwarts, causing trouble under Dumbledore's nose.

Facing the strongest wizard of the age, Quirrell always suspected that Dumbledore had discovered his disguise, but he just hadn't exposed him.

Moreover, half a year had passed, and not only had he not obtained the method of eternal life, but he had also been constantly drained of his life force by Voldemort.

At this rate, he would die from the lack of life force in less than two months.

Even then, Voldemort was still dissatisfied, constantly instigating him to go to the Forbidden Forest to capture unicorns and drink their blood.

Just thinking about this, Quirrell's heart trembled a little.

How could he drink that? Although unicorn blood could prolong life, it would curse the drinker, turning them into the living dead.

Honestly, he regretted it terribly now, wanting to quit every moment and loudly declare that he was done.

However, after being possessed, he had no way to get Voldemort off the back of his head.

He secretly suspected that Voldemort had discovered his thoughts, which was why he was forcing him to drink unicorn blood.

Because only in this way could Voldemort ensure that he would go all out to find the Philosopher's Stone in order to prolong his life.

Sigh...

He didn't dare to ask Dumbledore for help either; after all, he and Voldemort were now one entity, and he was really afraid that Dumbledore would just kill him directly.

Seeing his body getting weaker day by day, Quirrell thought of Sebastian.

This man was currently the richest man, and he might have some good things that could replenish life force.

However, to become this man's ally, he needed to pass his test—the magic of love.

Thinking of this, Quirrell had the urge to curse.

Voldemort had confidently said that no one understood that magic better than him.

But what happened?

Every time they started researching, Voldemort would burst into curses, saying that love was an ethereal thing, not to be trusted at all.

Under these circumstances, Quirrell and Voldemort gradually dismissed the idea of forming an alliance with Sebastian.

However, Quirrell now felt that his body was about to give out.

In order to save his life, he had to bite the bullet and study the magic of love himself.

After days and nights of research, he finally gained some understanding.

So, as soon as school started, he came to find Sebastian with a wagging tail.