"Draco, I can understand what you're thinking." Sean looked relaxed and didn't mean to be offended at all.
Malfoy was a little surprised, but he still explained: "I didn't mean to look down on you..."
Halfway through, he regretted it and thought angrily: Why should I explain to him?
Sean chuckled and put his hand on Malfoy's shoulder: "Listen, man, I understand what kind of family you come from, so I don't expect to change your mind with just a few words."
Malfoy moved uncomfortably. He always felt that he didn't need to correct himself.
Sean continued: "Excuse me, Draco, what do you think are the advantages of pure-blood wizards?"
Malfoy raised his head proudly, almost without thinking.
"Pure blood is born noble, bloodline is our advantage."
Sean gave a playful smile: "Specifically, Draco, what do you think are the specific advantages of pure blood?"
Malfoy choked, and he didn't know how to answer for a moment.
When Sean asked this question, his idea, which was the answer just now, came to his mind subconsciously. But once Sean asked more about it, he was a little annoyed to find that he couldn't answer it.
Talent? The Sean in front of him is second in grade. His friend, the brown-haired Hermione Granger, is not a pureblood, but is first in grade.
Connections? Indeed, his father had good friends with many senior officials in the Ministry of Magic, and even came to win the support of the Malfoy family during the ministerial election. But as for Sean, a person with no magical background at all, he had made acquaintance in less than three years.
how many people?
Although Malfoy is proud, he is not stupid. As for Sean's friend, although the brat from the Potter family is disgusting, we have to admit that the Potter family still has a certain strength in the magical world. The Longbottom family
That round-faced idiot, his parents were Aurors whom the Malfoy family hated but did not dare to offend easily. Even people in Nurmengard were willing to make friends with him. The Golden Dawn club founded by Sean attracted many outstanding performers.
Among the wizards, there are many pure bloods.
This is not the key point. Sean is so good at pleasing people. The professors at school like him very much. Even Grindelwald, whose own father has always admired and even needed to look up to, also favors Sean.
add.
Putting aside talent and connections, what else can we talk about, financial resources? Although that guy doesn’t like to listen to the sound of gold Galleons colliding in his pocket as much as he does, he is not merciless at all when it comes to spending money, and sometimes he is even more generous than others.
I am still proud of myself.
Malfoy searched around, trying to tell the specific advantages of pure blood, but in the end he sadly discovered that in front of Sean, a Muggle-born wizard, blood seemed to prove nothing.
This made Malfoy, who had always thought he was superior, quite annoyed, and he slapped Sean's hand away in anger.
"What's there to say? Pure blood is born noble. This has been common sense among wizards for thousands of years! Do you understand common sense?"
Sean put his hand on him again without any concern. He raised his eyebrows and said, "Hey, man, I think you misunderstood."
"What's the misunderstanding?" Malfoy looked proud.
"You have misunderstood the interpretation of pure blood - no, to be precise, a lot of people, including your parents, your friends, your friends' parents, have misunderstood..." Sean slowed down and lowered his voice.
sound.
Malfoy immediately glared at him.
Sean smiled slightly: "Hey, Draco, do you remember that I disappeared for a while when I was in second grade?"
"Why are you talking about this? I regretted your appearance again for a long time." Malfoy snorted coldly.
"Aren't you curious where I went?"
"Who cares about this?"
"Tsk tsk..." Sean showed a mysterious smile. He waved his wand, and the classroom door was locked tightly, the curtains were pulled up, and the whole room became dark.
Malfoy was frightened by Sean's actions, and he immediately realized that Sean might be telling him some shocking secret.
"As for me, I saw——" Sean deliberately prolonged the end of his voice, until Malfoy unconsciously put his ear closer, he gave the answer in an extremely low voice, "Salazar Slytherin..."
"How is that possible?!" Master Malfoy looked at Sean in panic, but he still had that proud posture.
Sean smiled faintly: "Of course it can't be Slytherin himself, but I entered his memory fragments."
"You, what did you see?" Malfoy didn't want to believe it, but he just thought about it for a moment and realized that Sean was probably telling the truth.
The other party disappeared too suddenly, and the professors didn't behave as if Sean had gone out to perform some secret mission at first. He clearly remembered that the day after Sean disappeared, Professor Dumbledore's expression was still very serious.
Woolen cloth.
And the only thing that can prevent Professor Dumbledore from finding Sean's whereabouts and that is still in the castle is something related to the four giants who founded the school!
Sean smiled slightly and his voice became serious.
"He told me the history of pure-blood wizards, and he even mentioned the Malfoy family, for example - the specific location and hiding methods of Malfoy Manor..."
Listening to the address reported by Sean, Malfoy's eyes widened in shock.
Their family's manor has always been hidden, and it is impossible for Sean, a person from a Muggle family, to know that location - what he said is true, he really met Slytherin!
Taken the bait... A cunning look flashed in Sean's eyes.
Immediately, he showed a regretful expression and sighed deeply.
"What's wrong?" Malfoy asked immediately.
"Alas, Draco, did you know? Even if Slytherin dies, his memory fragments will still be observing this castle-"
"How is that possible?!" Malfoy opened his eyes in horror.
"Don't believe it? If you don't believe it, you can go to your common room at twelve o'clock in the evening and find the stained glass with the portrait of Slytherin on it. If you look carefully, you will see a small green snake on the ankle -
You can tap lightly, and then you can hear Slytherin's whispers from the past..."
Malfoy's chest rose and fell rapidly twice. With such a specific description, even though he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he already completely believed Sean.
"Then, what did Slytherin say?" he asked eagerly.
For pure-blood wizards, Salazar Slytherin is a spiritual leader.
Sean shook his head sadly: "Maybe, it's better that you don't know."
"Why? Hey, Sean, I'm mature enough."
Sean looked hesitant, but finally nodded.
"He said -" Sean's tone was full of disdain and disappointment, "a bunch of idiots."
"How, how could..." This answer caught Malfoy by surprise.
"The later purebloods have forgotten the essence of blood..." Sean imitated Slytherin's old and powerful voice, "They only emphasized their blood, but forgot the most important thing..."
Malfoy swallowed nervously.
Sean had already stood up: "I, Salazar Slytherin, I founded Hogwarts, built the Chamber of Secrets, and led the wizards to start a new era. I, my disciple at the time, we created for ourselves
We are proud of our bloodline—but!”
"The latecomers have forgotten! Noble blood is born, but they don't make good use of it! The wizard is the carrier, and the blood is just a bargaining chip for glory!"
"Ridiculous fights, ignorant pride, when pure bloods only talk about blood, who will admit the nobility of blood! The actions of idiots are devaluing the status of pure blood!"
Sean turned sharply to look at Malfoy, making him take half a step back in fright.
"The pride, ambition, shrewdness, strength, and snake-like determination that comes from Slytherin. Oh, stupid latecomer, a Slytherin who can't even get benefits, how dare you, how can you be so embarrassed?
Pretending to call yourself a sophisticated profitist?”
"If I were still in this castle, I would definitely find these idiots and mediocre people who didn't teach them well one by one. You are simply tarnishing this pure bloodline!"
Sean regained his expression and patted Malfoy, who had a dull look on his face: "That's the exact words."
After a long time, Malfoy sat down weakly and murmured: "How could it be possible..."
Sean waited for Malfoy to digest it for a while, and then approached him: "Man, are you okay?"
"I, I'm okay...it's just..."
"I understand that Mr. Slytherin's words are indeed not pleasant to the ears - but I must say, I'm sorry, buddy, I agree."
Malfoy did not glare at Sean, but instead fell into self-doubt.
"Sean, tell me, I..." He didn't say the next words.
The person in front of me isn't even pureblood.
Sean saw through Malfoy's thoughts at a glance. He sat down and looked directly into Malfoy's eyes: "Look at me, Draco. Let me make it clear first that I don't agree with your theory of noble blood, but I think I might have
Method, at least let you do better and be more worthy of the bloodline you are proud of."
Malfoy looked at him doubtfully.
Sean smiled slightly and softened his tone, but let his contempt be clearly felt: "Think about it, Draco - let's take the example in front of us, Umbridge."
"She is a pure-blood wizard, right? Her behavior is also biased towards pure-blood wizards, right?"
Malfoy nodded.
"Think about it carefully, my friend," Sean smiled disdainfully. "Put aside her stance and preference, and just think about her methods. Isn't it smart? A senior prosecutor of the Ministry of Magic was tricked by me -
-You have witnessed everything, but have you ever thought about why I came to you first when I arrived at the Slytherin table?"
Without waiting for Malfoy to think, Sean immediately said: "Because I know you can understand what I mean, you are smart enough, and you also know - in Hogwarts, in front of the glory of Slytherin, in this oldest and most
In a castle that represents the purity of an [outsider] who is not smart enough and only relies on flattery to get to the top, is she worthy of standing in that position? Is she worthy of ordering us, the future of the magical world?"
"You know clearly that she doesn't deserve it, right? Even pure-bloods have their own rankings...and!" Sean emphasized his tone, "I believe that if you and I swap places, it would be such a simple solution
You can also remember quickly, and you can also stand in the middle of the auditorium and accept the cheers of your classmates..."
Malfoy's breathing became faster, and he couldn't help but picture the scene described by Sean in his mind.
Yes, Sean's method was not difficult. He understood it quickly at the time... And that Umbridge was ugly, fat, and stupider than a troll. How could she be worthy of the great Slytherin student who commanded her?
Sean's low and seductive voice penetrated Malfoy's ears like magic: "Think about it, think about other people, that Osman, you know his character better than me, right? How stupid can he be, just because
Umbridge's overtures, he stands on the opposite side of the entire school, and even wants to bring more Slytherin classmates - he is destroying your ancient glory..."
"That's right, this idiot." Malfoy gritted his teeth and said. He had long been unhappy with the other party. Because of his age, he would have ordered him to do these and other things before.
Sean showed a smile, and he continued: "Draco, after knowing this and thinking everything clearly, can you understand Mr. Slytherin's teachings?"
Malfoy hesitated slightly: "Regain the glory of Slytherin?"
"As expected of Malfoy," Sean said without concealing the admiration in his eyes, "What you have to do is regain your glory."
"But, what should I do?" He hesitated and rubbed his hands impatiently.
Sean raised his eyebrows: "I happen to be very good at making friends, and I would rather tell you this than other Slytherin students."
"Because I know that you are eager to prove yourself and prove the fact that you are worthy of the glory brought by your bloodline, and you will not let down Mr. Slytherin's expectations."
"Sean..." Malfoy was completely moved, Wallop, the one who knows me!
He looked at Sean with eager eyes, and he even wanted to apologize.
"Hey, listen, we just met..." Malfoy was a little embarrassed and his voice was slow.
Sean waved his hand casually: "It's just a small misunderstanding. You don't think I will take it to heart, do you?"
In fact, if you hadn't behaved quite calmly, I would have beaten you a few times.
Malfoy breathed out. He was relieved. It was a bit difficult for him to apologize to others. Fortunately, Sean was really a friend worth making.
"Then what should I do?" he asked eagerly.
Sean smiled, moved closer to the other person and whispered softly...
After a while, Malfoy, whose face was flushed with excitement because of the future scene described by Sean, stood up.
He took a deep breath and returned to his arrogant look.
"See you next time."
Sean smiled and waved: "Waiting for your good news."
Sean didn't walk out of the classroom until Malfoy left for a while.
Shortly after Sean left, a stone wall in the corridor outside the classroom began to squirm.
Little Aiken appeared, sneered and licked his lips.