The Soul of Hogwarts Across Worlds

Chapter 220 There was a conspiracy before, but

Melda's frenzied barrage nearly drove Pansy to death.

Although what he said was mostly true, it shouldn't have come from a wizard's mouth.

Why do wizards study Muggle history?
Is that way to tarnish the noble blood in his body?This is not Pansy alone's thoughts, even some little wizards of Gryffindor have such doubts.

"Wizards are born noble, how can you and your low blood friends understand the glory of pure blood!"

Pansy's face was flushed, and she kept spitting out embarrassing words from her vicious mouth. She even gave Hermione a special look when she was talking about the low blood.

It seemed that the vicious words were said specifically for her.

Gee!
Melda, who was lying on the table, straightened up slowly. If he was just idly and boringly flirting with fire just now, then now, this insufficient annoying person has successfully irritated him.

"Noble blood?" Melda said mockingly.

"I remember that there seems to be a sacred 28 family in England! Tsk tsk! The Parkinson family must be on the list, otherwise you wouldn't have the courage to speak out here.

Let me think about what unlucky people have come out of your family.

Well. Perseus Parkinson, Minister for Magic in 1726, not bad.Then what?oh!no more!
This kind of family doesn't seem to be very old and noble, right? Ron. "

"Huh? How did it come to me?" Ron looked at Melda blankly. He was about to watch the show, so why did the flames of war burn on him in the blink of an eye.

"The Weasleys are a disgrace to the pure-blood family. They are not a pure-blood family at all." Pansy babbled, denying immediately after Melda mentioned Ron.

After all, the Weasley family is well-known in the wizarding world for being closely related to Muggles, and naturally encountered strong resistance from other pure-blood families.

"It's funny, don't you think it's a bit arrogant to expel a thousand-year-old family from your family with only a few hundred years of history?"

Melda continued to rebuke in conjunction with history.

"That's right, it seems that our family is willing to stay in that sacred 28 family. Did the revised guy get our permission?" Ron also straightened up and said back.

Despite being on the list, the Weasleys publicly objected, claiming they were definitely of Muggle blood and were not ashamed of it.They really don't want to be in that list.

"I don't understand, how did an anonymous "Pure Blood Guide" published only in the UK become the basis for you to maintain bloodlines?
That book brazenly gave 28 families, but it didn’t list any basis or evidence. It just mentioned the names of the ancestors of you moths. Can this kind of book be published?
Any idiot can see that this is obviously a scam that a family with cerebral palsy secretly funded a second-rate writer and rushed to produce overnight. With a piece of garbage full of lies, are you still complacent? "

"You're lying, what evidence do you have to prove that "Guide to Pure Blood" is a fake?" Pansy roared angrily after breaking her defenses, her eyes were almost protruding, full of anger.

"Evidence? Why should I provide you with evidence, just to prove a completely fabricated novel? Then I will publish a book tomorrow, and just write that my family is the descendant of the gods. Isn't that just as easy as it is?"

Melda continued to complain mercilessly.

"A family that does nothing is worthy of being called holy? When did these two words become so worthless?"

"Enough! Are you pure-blooded? What qualifications do you have to compare with us?" Another girl who was sitting behind Pansy suddenly stood up and reprimanded Melda loudly.

"Report your name before you speak, otherwise the ghost will know who you are?"

Of course Melda knew about this girl, but that didn't stop him from mocking her.

"Daphne Greengrass, remember this name."

"Oh! Isn't this the follower of Draco's follower? Remember! Greengrass, right? I remember Labastan Lestrange is your uncle! How? Your uncle, he was in Azkaban Are you okay?

Have you entrusted a dream to you? "

Daphne Greengrass, Percy's henchman, was indeed Draco's henchman.There have been almost no famous people in this family. For hundreds of years, it has been a waste nest. The only famous person is her sister Astoria Greengrass.

Because she ended up marrying Draco.

"What are you talking about? My uncle is still alive!" Daphne Greengrass roared angrily. She has always regarded her uncle as a hero and absolutely does not allow others to defile him wantonly.

"Who knows? Maybe he died in Azkaban a long time ago. I don't know how the Ministry of Magic handles the corpses of condemned prisoners. It won't be thrown into the sea to feed the fish!

Why!Speaking of Azkaban, I have to praise the U.S. Department of Magic. So far, the U.S. Department of Magic still retains the death penalty. Criminals who have committed the most heinous crimes should be executed directly to save them from wasting time alive. "

"you!!!"

"Okay, kids, it's time for class now." Suddenly, an old man stopped in front of the classroom door, his gray beard and the wise eyes under the half-moon eyes were particularly recognizable.

No one will not know him, the wizard in white, Gandalf.

"Principal?" Professor Caredi hurried up, and the two whispered in front of the classroom door, as if they were talking about something.

Especially Dumbledore's eyes would fall on Melda from time to time. If Melda happened to meet his gaze, he would respond with a smile.

For a moment, Melda suddenly had the illusion of falling into the conspiracy prepared by the old Deng.By the way, Professor Caridi is also really strange today, she has been wrestling with the opponent for so long, and she has no intention of stopping it at all.

Could it be
In fact, she was watching on purpose, or did she hope that she could continue to quarrel with the Slytherins?

After a while, Professor Kai Ruidi walked in like a spring breeze, while Old Deng turned and left the professor.

"Okay, kids, the headmaster has already made arrangements for the pure-blood debate, so let's get on with the class now!"

After Carey Di boringly talked about the origin of Greek civilization and the thoughts of various schools, the whole classroom returned to the previous lifeless state again, as if the debate just now had never happened.

However, Melda was keenly aware that there seemed to be some invisible games going on here.

And the one who drives all this is naturally our headmaster, Mr. Dumbledore.

(End of this chapter)