After that great trial, the surviving pure-blood students actually did not suffer much harsh punishment.
After completing the labor they were judged for, the treatment given to them by Wu Pingxian was no different from that of ordinary students.
If the grade is not high enough, you can continue taking classes. If you have met the graduation requirements, you can choose to work or stay at home as you wish.
No one in the entire Wuping line meant to use them as bargaining chips as a threat. Draco knew that this was not because none of these people had thought of this, nor had they not discovered what their existence, which was close to protons, could do.
Such effect.
It's just that these organizations, developed from a school, disdain to regard children's lives as a threat.
This kind of behavior is stupid in the eyes of some people, and it also makes some people feel very complicated.
Draco had mixed feelings about this.
In essence, he is not a heinous and evil person. His previous understanding of the world was conveyed to him by his family and the magical society in which he lived.
Purebloods are supposed to be superior, mixed-bloods are bastards, and mudbloods are not even human beings.
These words are almost equivalent to truths that have been verified countless times in his life.
But he, Lucius, also taught him the positive principles of kindness and love for his family, and after being taken to the Hogwarts carriage, he really began to seriously reflect on this issue.
For wizards, does it really make a difference whether they have blood or not?
If wizards with bloodline are really born noble, then how could they be caught here? How could Jon Greene, such a clear and unequivocal hemp, trample so many pure bloods under his feet?
?
Draco began to think about this, but at the same time he could not eliminate his inner worries.
Of course he knew the situation at Wu Pingxian now, and there was no way to hide the situation. Some purebloods were already secretly excited about this, and they felt that they were about to be rescued.
There are still some people who are extremely nervous and frightened. They are afraid that Wu Pingxian will eventually be defeated and all of them will be killed on the eve of defeat.
Draco didn't think about this. He didn't seem to have considered the failure of Wu Pingxian at all.
He had no idea about Dumbledore's existence, but he had strange emotions towards Jon.
This emotion includes fear, disgust, hatred, and a trace of admiration that cannot be erased.
People outside thought that if Dumbledore died, the situation would be over, but Draco felt that as long as Jon did not die, the British Ministry of Magic led by Voldemort would never be able to completely establish victory. Jon
The news that he had killed Voldemort more than once was certainly not a baseless lie.
So Draco was worried about his parents. He was tired of this war and was afraid that his family might die.
And just as Draco was thinking about this while eating, he suddenly saw a person out of the corner of his eye.
That was Jon who appeared in the restaurant at some unknown time.
He is sitting with a girl with chestnut hair. It is obvious that Jon is a child from the outside. The age difference between the two is almost double, but it can be clearly seen that Jon is the one who occupies the space.
A person in a dominant position.
"...I can't believe that you in another world are actually in Beauxbatons. It's a pity that I didn't have the chance to meet the other you at that time."
While Jon was sighing, Hermione wrinkled her nose.
"There is no need to meet. We have completely different experiences. We are nominally the same person, but in fact we are two different individuals. We cannot be treated as one person."
Jon blinked, ate the sausage, and said pretending to be confused.
"Why is today's lunch so sour? Isn't it? Is there anyone who would be jealous?"
Hermione was stunned for a moment, and then she realized what she was doing. She wanted to grab Jon's face with all her teeth and claws, but Jon laughed and ducked away.
Then, he caught Draco's gaze.
When their eyes met in the air, Draco subconsciously avoided it.
He continued to look at the vegetable salad in front of him nervously, pretending that he had not noticed Jon from the beginning.
But it was obvious that Jon had no intention of following his wishes.
He explained a few words to Hermione, and then, Jon, who finally found some time to relax for lunch in his busy schedule, left his seat and sat next to Draco with a dinner plate in hand.
After feeling that there was someone around him that he didn't want to face at all, Draco was obviously a little restless.
Jon asked casually as if he didn't feel his mood.
"Lunch is so light? Do you want a pork chop?"
"No...thank you, I, I don't really want to eat..."
"Have a bad appetite? You shouldn't. According to the recent trend, you should have a big appetite, or do you feel that you will be out of the sea of misery soon and no longer like the food here?"
Draco was not sure what Jon meant by his words, so he hurriedly explained.
"No...I don't have such an idea..."
Jon seemed to just say it casually, not really intending to question him, but instead tried to comfort Draco.
"Don't be so nervous. I'm not a man-eating devil. I remember that the rumors that were spread in that castle were all made up by your group, right? Could it be that you even deceived yourself?"
"
Draco lowered his head completely and apologized in a pleading tone that he had never used before.
"sorry."
"There is nothing to be sorry for. You have already paid the price for your mistake, so don't be so afraid. I am not here to pursue the things you have done, but there is one thing I want to know the answer from you."
Jon put down the knife and fork in his hand and stared into Draco's eyes.
Draco subconsciously wanted to avoid his gaze again, but Jon's question made him unable to help but turn his head again.
"Do you still remember the words you once said to me?"
Draco looked at Jon, he opened his mouth, his voice was trembling.
"you......."
Jon's voice was calm, and there was no joke tone this time.
"There is an opportunity, an opportunity to help your parents survive. Of course, as I said before, the things your father once did, if according to the standards of the trial conference, are enough for him to die ten times, so this can make him die
The opportunity to atone for your sins is not that simple, you have to think carefully about whether you want to agree to it or not."