I Was Spotted By Grindelwald and Went To Hogwarts

"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 shifted 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, and blood is our advantage."

Sean showed 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 annoyed to find that he couldn't answer it.

talent? The Sean in front of him was second in grade, and his friend, the brown-haired Hermione Granger, was not a pure-blood, but was first in grade.

Connections? Indeed, his father had good friends with many high-ranking officials in the Ministry of Magic, and even tried to win the support of the Malfoy family during the ministerial election. But as for Sean, a person with no magic background at all, how many people did he get to know in less than three years?

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 round-faced idiot of the Longbottom family, his parents were Aurors that the Malfoy family hated but did not dare to offend easily. There are people even in Nurmengard who are willing to make friends with him. The Golden Dawn club founded by Sean has attracted many outstanding wizards, including many pure bloods.

That's not the key point, Sean is so good at pleasing people that the professors at school like him very much. Even Grindelwald, whom his own father had always admired and even needed to look up to, also favored Sean.

Putting aside talent and connections, what else can we talk about, financial resources? Although that guy didn't like listening to the sound of gold Galleons colliding in his pocket as much as he did, he was not lenient at all when it came to spending money, and sometimes he was even more arrogant than himself.

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 didn't seem to prove anything.

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 is common sense among wizards for thousands of years! Do you understand common sense?"

Sean put his hand on him again without any concern, and raised his eyebrows: "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 glared at him immediately.

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 that you appeared 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, without that proud attitude.

Sean smiled lightly: "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 is still in the castle, and it can only be 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..."

Malfoy's eyes widened in shock as he listened to the address reported by Sean.

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!

Taking 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 closely, you will see a small green snake at 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 filled with 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 disciples 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.

"It comes from Slytherin, pride, ambition, shrewdness, strength, and the deep and decisiveness like a snake. Oh, stupid latecomer, a Slytherin who can't even get benefits, how dare and how embarrassed Pretend to call yourself a refined interestist?"

"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 that 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."

Instead of glaring at Sean, Malfoy was mired in self-doubt.

"Sean, tell me, I..." He didn't say the next words.

The person in front of me wasn't even a 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 A way to at least make you do better and be more worthy of the bloodline you are proud of."

Malfoy looked at him quizzically.

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 in favor of 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 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 front of the glory of Hogwarts, Slytherin, in this oldest and most Can she represent an [outsider] in a pure castle 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 quickly remember that you can also stand in the middle of the auditorium and accept the cheers of your classmates..."

Malfoy's breathing quickened a little, 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 commanding a great Slytherin student?

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 are you, just because Umbridge's overtures, he stood on the opposite side of the entire school, and even thought of bringing more Slytherin classmates - he is destroying the ancient glory that belongs to you..."

"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 did not hide the admiration in his eyes, "What you have to do is to 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, when we first 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, leaned close 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 had been gone for some time.

Shortly after Sean left, a stone wall in the corridor outside the classroom began to squirm.

Little Aiken appeared, sneered and licked his lips.

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