Chapter 159： pure blood idiot

Sean nodded, as long as the professors knew what the monster in the secret room was, the castle would be much safer.

The only thing that worries him is the person who opened the secret room, and that person is probably not Tom Riddle...

Shaun thought of the man behind the scenes, who had never been identified, the man who stole the key between reality and fantasy at the Ministry of Magic.

Is this time the opening of the secret room is for you? Or, just to kill?

The professors discussed it for a while, and finally Professor McGonagall came to the conclusion that, as Sean said, it is better to believe it than to believe it.

"We'll figure something out, Sean, it's time for you to go back to rest - the students have to stay in the auditorium today."

Professor McGonagall asked Hagrid to send Sean back to the auditorium, notifying the other professors who were staying there.

After Sean left, the professors glanced at each other and saw the worry and surprise in the other's eyes.

"He's such a sharp boy, and it reminds me of Mr. Principal," said Professor Flitwick.

Newt nodded in agreement with Flitwick's statement: "From what happened to now, in a short period of time, not only did he make the most correct choice, but he even deduced a very likely conclusion - I have to say, I have been persuaded by him, and I also studied the secret room when I was in school."

"I was persuaded too... Of course, we can't rule out other possibilities. Filch may also have been attacked by some kind of advanced dark magic." Professor McGonagall said with a frown, "Albus hasn't come back yet. , we must first ensure the safety of the students, let's take turns on duty tonight."

"I'm OK."

"OK."

Everyone who made a statement looked at Lockhart who didn't speak.

Lockhart took a step back and stammered, "When, of course, I won't even close my eyes--or two when I'm not on duty?"

...

In the auditorium, the students gathered together. Nick's death party was over. The ghosts obviously saw the handwriting at the scene of the accident. Likewise, the students quickly learned about it.

The news that the secret room was opened spread like wildfire, and the students panicked.

They whispered about the legends they had heard, from Chimera to the five-legged beast, the real body of the monster in the secret room was discussed over and over again.

Only the little snakes in Slytherin watched all this with cold eyes, the secret room was opened, and the Slytherin Academy was the last thing to worry about. Instead, those filthy mudbloods from other academies were going to be punished, which made them feel great. .

However, not everyone is full of confidence, and some people in Slytherin Academy muttered a little guilty. They are not completely pure blood, but their parents are wizards, and many of their ancestors were Muggles.

When Sean walked into the auditorium, everyone focused their attention.

However, no one thought he would be the heir to Slytherin, after all, Sean came from a Muggle family.

"Hey Wallup, watch out for the heir!" a Slytherin boy yelled at him.

Sean pouted, where are the true purebloods from the wizarding world? Those families that have maintained pure blood, such as the Gaunt family, have a lot of neuroses in the family members that have been combined with close relatives.

As far as the wizarding world is concerned, if they didn't intermarry with Muggles, they would be extinct long ago.

"What's your name?" Sean asked lazily.

"Jermayne Bulstrode," the boy replied subconsciously, and then he became annoyed again, "Who do you think you are, pay attention to your attitude."

"Bulstrode, a pure blood family..." Sean sighed.

Bulstrode held out his chest proudly. The Twenty-Eight Purebloods were the pride of their family.

Sean sneered: "Tomorrow I'll spend dozens of Galleons publishing a revelation in the Daily Prophet."

Bulstrode suddenly had a bad premonition, but he still sneered and said: "Use your gold Galleon to beg the heir to let you go? Stop dreaming, Wallop, all impure blood. Everyone will be wiped out!"

"Slytherin heirs do think so..." Sean showed an elegant smile, but in Bulstrode's eyes he was like a devil, "I will write on the revelation, as long as someone can provide Bulstrode The Strode family has proof of Muggle ancestors, and I'll give him a sum of money, well, Mr. Bulstrode, what do you think of thirty Galleons?"

"What the **** are you talking about!" Bulstrode stretched his neck, but his face was slightly red.

In today's wizarding world, who can guarantee that their ancestors did not intermarry with Muggles? Outsiders may not know, but these pureblood families know their own family well - no one is 'clean'.

Sean continued to smile and said: "Thirty Galleons is not enough? What about fifty? Coincidentally, I have a lot of spare money, and I can accept it if I drive a little higher - or, in other words, Bulstrode , you can also come to me to collect the money yourself."

His smile became brighter and brighter: "Then I wrote those evidences on small pieces of paper and threw them all over the castle. Who is the heir? Will he see it? Will he think you should too? What about the purged? Ha—how interesting, I’m a little excited just thinking about it—Bulstrode, you haven’t said it yet, what price do you think is right?”

Bulstrode blushed, and he wanted to scold him, but Sean gave too much - he was worried that some old antiques who were short of money would really reveal the secrets of his family.

His great-grandmother was actually a Squib, born of wizards and Muggles.

What if the heir to Slytherin is really strict...

Snape, who had been standing at the door, walked in He looked at Sean coldly: "Go back to your position, Wallop, if you don't want to be penalized."

Sean smiled and said nothing. These pure-bloods not only have abnormal brain circuits, but also have insufficient IQ.

He was just a threat, who would be idle enough to spend money on such an idiot? However, Bullstrode's performance has proved it all.

"Bulstrode, I wish you luck, maybe the heir is by your side." He dropped a light sentence and walked away.

Only then did Bulstrode react: This **** is cheating on me!

By his side, the eyes of the little snakes were a little weird, and they unconsciously distanced themselves from Bulstrode.

"This, this bastard!" He wanted to scold, but in the end he could only roar in his heart.