This Hogwarts isn't normal.

Daphne can't interfere with her parents' decisions.

It's not just Astoria's business, it's her own as well.

Restman and Sigri have instilled in her all kinds of pureblood ways of doing things since she was a child.

The friends you make must match your status;

Even if it’s a conversation, it needs to be positioned correctly;

The vision must be high enough;

Don’t associate with good-for-nothing people;

Peel away the appearances and discover the truth...

She originally planned to go home for Christmas to solve the problem. Although the plan fell through, she discovered the truth about her parents.

Without the mountain of blood curse weighing down on their heads, they really weren't people with extreme ideas.

"Thank you, Wayne."

Vincent suddenly stopped mid-hiccough.

"Just don't blame me for breaking the promise."

Daphne shook her head slightly, "It's not just Astoria's matter, it's also my parents' matter."

Her eyes were particularly clear, "I know you have other plans, not just the ones Hermione told me."

The other four people stopped moving.

Under the gaze of six pairs of big eyes, Vincent slightly raised the corners of his mouth.

He knew that his friends would definitely guess what he was going to do, but he didn't expect it to happen so early in advance.

"A wizarding family tied to profit is very much like our Muggle feudal aristocracy.

They are so privileged and difficult to manage that not even the Ministry of Magic and the International Federation of Wizards can shake their position.

There are many ways to destroy this intricate network of relationships, and having absolute power like Dumbledore is enough.

But he has no idea of ​​changing the status quo, and is particularly afraid of losing himself again, the self that he paid a heavy price to find.

Luo Fu frowned, "You want to subvert this system that has been maintained for more than three hundred years?"

The birth of the Ministry of Magic cannot be separated from the support of pure-blood wizards.

When it comes to the appointment of ministers, democratic elections pose a big problem.

Muggles who have entered modern society have shady secrets, and it is impossible for the wizarding world to be like the Middle Ages without it.

1 Minister Leach had just taken office, and several of the most senior members of the Wizengamot resigned in protest.

Then in 1968, Minister Leach was forced to resign due to a mysterious illness.

It's outrageous that Abraxas Malfoy was unharmed after the incident.

Is it really a rumor?

“I can’t let go of the power in my hands, nor can I let go of the immediate interests—”

Fred and George straightened their chests.

Although they were not proactive, the Weasley family had neither power nor interests. In some places, they were even inferior to ordinary wizarding families.

Malfoy, Parkinson, Flint, Lestrange, etc. all have ancestors who have been Ministers of Magic.

Even if some of them are very unpopular, there is such history after all.

Their father, Arthur Weasley, was not a high-ranking official, and only Percy in the family was more interested in power.

Vincent shook his head speechlessly, "I'm not trying to subvert the system, I just want to speed up the process."

Putting aside the real purpose, Voldemort's return alone is likely to cause a turmoil.

With the protection of pure-blooded masters, both sneak attacks and frontal attacks can be executed perfectly.

Current Secretary Fudge is no fool. He has been exploiting these time bombs since he took office.

But he is just a politician, and he will try his best to cover up some serious malignant events that occurred during his term.

Let alone Voldemort, Vincent would dare to treat the Ministry of Magic as a copy in a few years.

Especially after witnessing daytime hearings.

Daphne pursed her lips, as if she had made a lot of determination, "Wayne, I will definitely convince my parents."

The Greengrass family is currently in an awkward position.

If Vincent had not visited today, he might have paid a heavy price for reintegrating into the circle.

"I believe in Uncle Restman and Aunt Sigri." Vincent moved his eyes to the packed lunch boxes.

"If they had the same ideas as those people, they would have joined the Death Eaters at all costs."

For the sake of Astoria, neither Greengrass nor his wife would take any chances.

Cedric swallowed the food in his mouth, "Our Gwent card will be released next Thursday, and you don't want to play GG like they do. Do you have any better ideas?"

"Traditional GG is expensive, not effective, and not very creative."

Hermione asked worriedly: "Then how are you going to win this first battle?"

"Wait for Mrs. Zabini to take action." Vincent's mouth raised slightly,

"If we defeat their wizard card with an easy gesture, more Slytherin students should join the Court of Owls."

Fred and George laughed mischievously, "Thursday is going to be tough. Old Bat won't let us take it easy."

Snape still has principles.

He was targeting the six little ones, and the other students were basically the same as before.

"Weasley, did you make the potion with dung eggs?"

The color is quite normal and there is no special smell.

The professor said yes, but there is no such thing;

The professor said no, yes and no.

This is the rule of Potions class, points will be deducted if you take it or not.

"Bad appearance, 20 points deducted - bad smell, 30 points deducted..."

Cedric, who kept a low profile and pretended to be innocent, was careless and was two seconds slow when turning off the flame, resulting in a 10-point deduction.

After class, Snape deducted 50 points each from Fred and George for hiding "contraband".

Tuesday.

Luo Fu was cautious throughout the whole process, but in the end he was deducted 10 points for insufficient heat.

Fortunately, he didn't go to the Forbidden Forest to play with the cuties, otherwise he would have been deducted even more.

Killing like crazy, Snape killing like crazy.

A ghostly figure appears suddenly and makes up excuses to deduct points.

The Weasley twins, who had not played any pranks in three days, were beginning to despair.

They are not willing to live in such a fearful life for a second.

Wednesday morning,

Second year Potions class.

Snape finally encountered a problem.

Vincent's swelling potion was perfect, nothing like making it for the first time.

"There's no point in being clever, Wayne."

He drew a long note and floated in front of Hermione like a puff of smoke.

No matter the color, smell or portion, everything is exactly the same as in the textbook.

“Scripted nerd.”

After losing two games in a row at the beginning, my mood was extremely bad.

The second grade course is still simple. How about teaching the next class on the elixir of good fortune?

His face was torn, regardless of whether Dumbledore had any objections.

But this material...

"Potter, come to my office after class!"

Snape was exuding low pressure and left the classroom like a ghost.

After all, it is "true love", so of course you have to look for Harry when you are in a bad mood.

Under the sarcastic laughter of Draco and the others, Harry hurriedly picked up his textbook and followed.

"Poor Po Te is going to get points deducted again~"

"Oh~ will it break the record set the day before yesterday?"

Although they didn't know what happened, it didn't stop them from gloating.

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