#268 - Chapter 268: The King's Appearance - Hogwarts: I am the White Demon King

Sensing that Sebastian was the only one around, and that he had no intention of feeding it, the Dementor slowly came to its senses and asked blankly.

“Boss, did you need me?”

Looking at the Dementor obediently floating there, not daring to release even a hint of coldness, Sebastian nodded with satisfaction.

Compared to the Dementors who were beaten black and blue by the young wizards on the Quidditch pitch this morning, his own employee was much more well-behaved.

Every time it acted as a teaching tool, it strictly followed his instructions and never went berserk at the sight of a little happiness.

It could be said that the young wizards' combat prowess today was largely due to this diligent sparring partner.

In order to ensure that this guy could meet the challenges of the increasingly powerful students and not be easily killed, Sebastian had put a lot of effort into nurturing it.

Every day, he would collect the happy emotions that students scattered throughout the castle, and then feed this diligent employee twice a day.

After a month of careful feeding and high-intensity sparring with the young wizards, this guy's appearance had been completely renewed.

The original malnourished look had disappeared, and it had returned to the normal Dementor height of three meters. At first glance, it even looked bigger than the other Dementors outside the school.

Floating in the office, it looked like a black wall.

It was draped in a terrifying black cloak, which, compared to other Dementors, not only looked less tattered, but was also a much deeper color.

It wasn't just its appearance that had changed; its strength was also on a different level.

After all, no matter what, it was a tough character who could withstand the repeated beatings of Patronuses released by the young wizards in the Duelling Club.

In short, this guy's strength had greatly increased, and the Dementors who had bullied it before were no longer its match.

Since this was the case, it was time to let this guy go back and train to take on the heavy responsibility.

Thinking of this, Sebastian said, “You call me boss every day, but I haven’t asked you what your name is.”

Name?

“Aren’t I just called a Dementor?”

The Dementor asked its question blankly.

Hearing this silly answer, Sebastian laughed, “That’s the name of your species, not your own name.”

“It seems you don’t have your own name. How about I give you one? After all, as my employee, you should have a unique code name.”

Seeing the Dementor nod, Sebastian pondered for a moment and said, “Considering you’ve been diligently and dutifully working for me, I’ve decided to call you ‘Working Soul’.”

Working Soul?

From today onwards, it was a Dementor with a name, unlike all its compatriots.

The Dementor didn't quite understand the meaning of this name, but that didn't stop it from feeling happy from the bottom of its heart.

This kind of happiness was extremely intense, even more so than eating several servings of delicious emotions.

Vaguely, it felt that it was a little different, but it couldn't say exactly where the difference lay.

In Sebastian's view, since giving the Dementor the name Working Soul, Working Soul's robe had begun to change.

The pitch-black robe began to slowly fade, eventually turning into a delicate gray.

Yo —

What's going on? It evolved!

Working Soul was emitting happy emotions. Wasn't it supposed to feed on happiness?

Wouldn't other Dementors really attack it because of this?

Unless, it now had the absolute strength to suppress all disobedience.

Sensing the doubled momentum of Working Soul, Sebastian nodded slightly.

This was the first time he had felt happy emotions from a Dementor.

Could this be the opportunity for Working Soul to evolve?

Interesting!

Grey-robed Dementor (Dementor the Grey), I wonder if there will be a White-robed Dementor (Dementor the White) in the future.

Retracting his divergent thoughts, Sebastian's tone became low.

“Working Soul, this morning your compatriots broke into Hogwarts, intending to attack the students of the school.”

“I, the boss, am very angry, and the consequences are very serious.”

“I need you to give me an explanation!”

Ah?

Working Soul, who was giggling foolishly, was stunned.

It was wronged!

What did those compatriots' troubles have to do with it?

It had been honestly waiting in the bag for feeding.

No wonder it had missed a meal today.

So, this was the boss punishing it…

Those hateful compatriots, it wasn't enough that they bullied it before; now they wanted to trick it.

How could they be so reckless as to rush into the school and attack the students? Had those fools forgotten the terror of the dragon Patronus?

Guys who remember eating but don't remember being beaten.

Sensing the angry emotions emanating from Sebastian, Working Soul instantly restrained its happy emotions and shrank back timidly.

“Boss, what do you want me to do?”

Sebastian didn't answer directly, but asked instead.

“Working Soul, you've been working for so long; don't you want to go back and see your compatriots?”

See its compatriots?

What was there to see in those stupid things?

Although its work here was a bit hard, the food was really good, and it ate until it was stuffed every meal.

If possible, it would rather stay here and work for the boss for the rest of its life and didn't want to go back.

Suddenly, Working Soul perked up and thought of its compatriots' attempt to attack the students.

Could it be that the boss wanted it to go back and beat them all up?

That was acceptable!

With its current strength, going back would be like beating up little kids.

Besides, after being influenced by the school, it had also learned a lot of knowledge.

It knew what it meant to be rich but not return to its hometown, like wearing brocade clothes at night.

Thinking of this, Working Soul quickly expressed to Sebastian, “Boss, I will go back and beat them up right now to vent your anger.”

Sebastian chuckled.

“Working Soul, the Dementors dare to break into the school; they are truly unorganized and undisciplined. What I want you to do is not as simple as beating them up.”

“Boss, what should I do? Just tell me.”

Sebastian adjusted his sitting posture and said meaningfully.

“Working Soul, the throne of the Dementors has been vacant for too long.”

“Don’t you want to sit on it and become the king of all Dementors?”

The king of Dementors?

The boss wanted it to become the king of Dementors!

Before Working Soul could react, it heard Sebastian continue.

“The reason why Dementors are unorganized and undisciplined is that they lack the leadership of a wise king.”

“You have now become a grey-robed one, which is the sign of a king among Dementors!”

“The king of Dementors must be you; I won’t recognize anyone else.”

Working Soul became excited, and something called ambition began to grow wildly in its chest.

“Boss, can I really become a king?”