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

"Eat my big gun!"

Sean was holding the wand in one hand, the shotgun in the other, the shotgun's muzzle on the arm of the other hand, and he fired two shots at the Griffin. "Boom! Boom!"

"Ow!!! Roar!!"

Griffin's eyes were instantly blasted by steel balls, and the furious Griffin spewed a flame of poisonous gas in front of him.

Sean held his breath and rolled on the spot, hiding behind a tree to reload.

After the bullets were loaded, Sean stepped out of the cover and strode towards the Griffin.

After reaching a distance of one meter from the griffin, Sean aimed at the head of the griffin and said coldly:

"Goodbye."

"boom!"

With one shot, the head of the griffin was directly shattered by Sean~ more than half!

Griffin struggled twice, and then completely stopped moving.

When Sean packed himself up and walked out of the woods, the Cavaliers were pacing the fields nervously - waiting for Sean to return.

Seeing Sean's return, their eyes were full of ecstasy:

"The warriors succeeded!"

"Long Live the Warriors!"

Sean turned his head to look, only to realize that even Duke Kenneth came out of the city and stood watching from a distance.

And that long live warrior was shouted by the residents of the entire city, and the momentum was shocking.

Kenneth was very trustworthy and handed over the pages that promised Sean to Sean before saying:

"Warrior, I really want to keep you here for two days, but your identity... You also know that there are constant frictions between countries now."

"If you are willing to change your nationality and stay here, I will seal you up as a small nobleman, and give you half of the first night rights of young women in the city!"

Sean almost dropped his chin at Duke Kenneth's words. Speaking of which, Sean only now remembered that there was indeed such a bad habit in the ancient West.

It is the lord of a place, who enjoys the first night rights of all women in the locality. Only after the lord has enjoyed it, can a woman marry.

If you marry without authorization, you will be beheaded!

And this is a matter of course, and Kenneth is not alone in complying with such regulations.

Thinking of this, Sean hurriedly waved his hand:

"No Lord, I'm just a wanderer, I'm used to this kind of life."

Kenneth was obviously disappointed, but the look in Sean's eyes became more appreciative:

"Warrior, if one day you are tired from wandering, you can return to Bange City at any time. What I just said will always be valid for you!"

In the end, Sean stayed at Kenneth again and again and set foot on the ship to the Half-Dragon Kingdom.

It is worth mentioning that when Sean got on the boat, almost all the residents of Bange City came to the pier to see him off, which made Sean have a good prestige.

Just when Sean was thinking about what to do next, the system prompt sounded suddenly:

[Congratulations to the host for gaining prestige +100! Earn the Medal of Lord Kenneth! Get Griffin corpse*2, get the mysterious potion formula! 】

[Congratulations to the host for obtaining the title: Wandering Warrior. The relevant certificate will be issued the next time you enter the plot world. 】

[The host has embarked on a journey, the journey time is seven days, during which time you cannot log in, the countdown is 167:59...]

At this point, Sean returned to the training room.

Sean looked around and saw that everyone had left.

"System, how long has it been?"

[Outside time 2 hours. The time flow rate of the story world of the level is the same as that of the main world. Similarly, the countdown of the story world is also based on the time of the main world. 】

"Wait for seven days?"

Sean sighed and immediately took out the broken pages in his arms and looked at it.

Sean can't even imagine how many good things there are in the plot world! Sean made this ancient recipe in less than two hours!

There are a lot of runes in the recipe that Sean doesn't know, so he needs to guess.

But after a rough look, this should be a magic medicine formula to promote body training, and the main medicine is...

"Treadmill! System! Gather the Griffin blood for me."

Sean sat up in shock from dying and immediately yelled at the system.

The main medicine of this potion's formula turned out to be the blood of griffins!

[The host does not need to worry, the blood system has been collected. 】

Sean breathed a sigh of relief:

"When did you become so sensible? By the way, how is the effect of the wizard tower? Will it fail again?"

[The host doesn't have to be weird about the system, the wizard's tower is the wizard's tower, and the system is the system. 】

[The system can control the wizard tower, but the wizard tower does not come from the system, and its effect has nothing to do with the system. 】

[This time, the wizard's tower hint is very successful. In fact, not everyone is Grindelwald. He is already a high-end combat power in this world. Naturally, it is impossible to be hinted so easily. 】

[Grindelwald had already discovered the hint in the first level, and he was always wary in the follow-up, so the hint would fail. 】

Sean nodded, pocketed the scraps, and exited the training room.

When I came out, I found that everyone was in the common room.

"Sean, why are you so embarrassed?"

"Clean up!"

Hermione said, casting a cleansing spell on Sean.

Sean doesn't care:

"It's okay, I almost died, what are you doing?"

Everyone turned their heads, and Sean saw several deformed mice on the ground, struggling constantly.

"This is the last litter. It belongs to Furla. She has taken care of her for a whole year, but..."

Sean squatted down and took a look, these little mice were obviously dead.

Just as Sean was observing, the mouse twitched twice and stopped moving.

"So, all your mice are dead?"

Sean raised his head and looked at everyone, no one dared to look at Sean.

"How do you feel about pure blood now? Gentlemen and ladies?"

Sean refused to give up and asked aggressively.

"How does it feel inside when your beloved pet is struggling in front of you?"

"With all due respect to everyone, why are you going to have plastic surgery? Because you are just like these poor mice!"

"Do you also want your future children to develop deformities like these mice?"

"Bloodliness, is it really more important than human nature?"

Seeing that everyone didn't say a word, Sean turned around and sat on the sofa, cocked Erlang's legs and said:

"I'll tell you a story, a story of a demon king."

As soon as they heard Sean was going to tell a story, everyone hurriedly found a place to sit down and listen quietly.

Sean said unhurriedly:

"There are only two true pure bloods in the magical world, one is Harry of Gryffindor, and his ancestor is one of the three brothers."

"Actually, the ancestors of Harry's branch are very smart. He knows that pure blood cannot represent anything. It is more important to live and let the blood line continue."

"So he chose the invisibility cloak, and when he had a child, he calmly followed Death."

"And one more, the Salazar Slytherin one."

"Wow!"

As soon as Sean finished speaking, there was a chatter in the lounge.

Sean didn't care, but looked at everyone and said:

"I have a question for you, do you think Voldemort is pure blood?"

Everyone nodded firmly:

"certainly!"

"Definitely! He can get into Slytherin, he's pure blood!"

Looking at the group of children, Sean laughed:

"I'm Muggle-born, why did I come in?"

With one word, Sean asked everyone.

"I admit that Salazar Slytherin is a bloodlineist through and through, and Slytherin was originally created to gather pure blood. However, he died."

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"Now, the most noble thing in Slytherin is not blood, but ambition! It is knowledge! It is the aristocratic temperament that you exude!"

"And the Voldemort you believe in is actually a half-blood wizard."

Sean said with a smile,

"what?"

"how is this possible?"

"It's impossible! He's mixed blood, why do you hate mixed blood so much?"

At this time, even the little snakes didn't notice that the words they used to describe half-blood wizards changed from mudbloods, to muggle-bloods, and now to half-bloods.

Seeing that his goal was achieved, Sean began to slowly tell the story of the Gaunt family.

"When the Gaunt family reached Voldemort's mother's generation, their genes were already in incredible chaos. The brutality, stupidity, ignorance, and conceit of the pure-blood family were all inherited perfectly by them."

"So the Gaunts are destroyed, and the only thing left is Voldemort's mother, a Squib."

"The Squib lady fell in love with a Muggle nobleman, and in the end, she used the love potion to make the playboy fall in love with her completely, and gave birth to Tom, who is Voldemort."

"Then one day, the Squib lady no longer wanted to control Voldemort's father with the charm, and his father woke up and fled, leaving a pair of orphans and widows."

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

"unacceptable!"

"How could there be such a person?"

"Sean has said it before, he's a playboy."

Sean nodded:

"So everything was doomed. Voldemort's mother was unable to raise Voldemort, so she put him in an orphanage, and after a while, she died."

"Voldemort grew up in an orphanage, and his heart was gradually twisted. He hated his Muggle father, and he hated his Squib mother."

"So he's going to clean up the hybrid and kill the Squib."

"Everyone."

Sean suddenly became serious, looked at everyone seriously and said:

"It's never your blood that determines you, it's yourselves, your souls, your brains."

"You can think is the only proof of your existence."

"Clap clap clap..."

There was a sudden applause, and the next moment, Dumbledore suddenly walked in from the door.

"Well said, Mr. Sebastian, I now finally understand why the Sorting Hat let you into Slytherin."

"Trust me Sean, what you're doing now is no worse than Salazar Slytherin."

Dumbledore walked up to Sean, sat down, and waved like a kind old grandfather:

"Come here children, come here."

Slytherin's little snakes have hardly received this kind of treatment, and leaned over tremblingly, looking very restrained.

Dumbledore said in a low and slow voice:

"I'm in my 90s and I've spent many years thinking about why I exist."

"What can prove my existence?"

"Later I understood, as Sean said, it was never blood, responsibility, family that determined my existence, but because I could think."

"I'm thinking, so I have to take responsibility, I'm thinking, so I love my family."

"I'm thinking, so I can see one young kid after another entering Hogwarts, this amazing castle, and leaving after they've had enough to deal with all the trouble."

"The era of blood has passed. The next era is created by you. Your cognition determines the appearance of the next century."

"Don't let the backward thinking of the previous generation imprison your soul."

"Okay kids, it's getting late, let's all go to rest. Mr. Sean and I have something to say."