Chapter 328： Brainwash the young master

"Draco, I can understand what you're thinking." Sean looked relaxed and didn't mean to be offended.

Malfoy was a little surprised, but he explained: "I don't mean to look down on you..."

Halfway through, he felt regretful and thought angrily: Why should I explain it to him?

Sean chuckled and put it on Malfoy's shoulder. "Listen, man, I understand what kind of family you're from, so I don't expect a few words to change your mind."

Malfoy moved uncomfortably, and he always felt like he didn't need to correct himself.

Sean continued: "Excuse me, Draco, what do you think is the advantage of pure-blood wizards?"

Malfoy raised his head arrogantly, almost without thinking.

"Pure blood is born noble, and blood is our advantage."

Sean showed a playful smile: "Specifically, Draco, where do you think the specific advantages of pure blood are reflected?"

Malfoy choked, for a moment he didn't know how to answer.

When Sean asked this question, his thought was the answer just now, and it came up subconsciously, but once Sean asked the question, he was a little annoyed to find that he couldn't answer.

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

People? Indeed, his father befriended many high-ranking officials at the Ministry of Magic, and even a ministerial campaign had come to garner the Malfoys' support. But what about Sean, a person with no magical background at all, how many people did he get to know in less than three years?

Malfoy was proud, but he wasn't stupid. Let's just say Sean's friend, the stinky boy from the Potter family is disgusting, but I have to admit that the Potter family still has a certain strength in the magic world. The round-faced idiot of the Longbottom family, his parents were Aurors that the Malfoy family hated but did not dare to provoke lightly. Even Nurmengard was willing to make friends with him. The Golden Dawn Club founded by Sean had absorbed many wizards with outstanding performance, and there were many pure-bloods in them.

This is not the point, this kid Sean is too likable, and the professors in the school like him too much. Even the Grindelwald, who his father had always admired and even looked up to, also favored Sean.

Aside from talent and connections, what else can we talk about, financial resources? Although that guy doesn't like listening to the sound of Jin Galleon colliding in his pocket as much as he does, he is not at all soft when spending money, and sometimes he is even more arrogant than himself.

Malfoy looked around, trying to tell the specific advantages of pure blood, but finally found sadly that in front of Sean, a Muggle-born wizard, blood does not seem to prove anything.

This made Malfoy, who had always thought of himself as superior, quite annoyed, and he slapped Sean's hand a little angrily.

"What is there to say, pure-bloods are born noble, this is the common sense of wizards for thousands of years! Do you understand common sense?"

Sean put his hand up again without hesitation, and he raised his eyebrows: "Hey, man, I think you misunderstood."

"Misunderstanding?" Malfoy looked proud.

"You misunderstood the interpretation of pure blood - no, to be precise, a lot of people, even your parents, your friends, your friends' parents, have misunderstood..." Sean slowed down sound.

Malfoy glared at him immediately.

Sean smiled slightly: "Hey, Draco, do you remember, when I was in second grade, I was missing for a while?"

"Why are you talking about this, I regretted your reappearance 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, the door of the classroom was locked firmly, the curtains were pulled up, and the whole room became dark.

Malfoy was stunned by Sean's actions, and he immediately realized that Sean might have to tell himself some shocking secrets.

"What about me, I saw—" Sean deliberately lengthened the ending, until Malfoy had unconsciously put his ear close, and he gave the answer in a very low voice, "Salazar Slytherin... …”

"How is that possible?!" Master Malfoy looked at Sean in panic, how could he still have that proud gesture.

Sean Dandan smiled: "Of course it can't be Slytherin himself, but I entered his memory fragments."

"What, what did you see?" Malfoy didn't want to believe it, but he just thought about it a little and realized that Sean was probably telling the truth.

The other party's disappearance was too sudden, and the professors did not behave like Sean was going out on 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 what can prevent Professor Dumbledore from finding Sean's whereabouts, and what is still in the castle, can only be related to the establishment of the Big Four!

Sean smiled slightly, and his voice became serious.

"He told me the history of pure-blood wizards, and even mentioned the Malfoy family, for example - the specific location and hiding methods of Malfoy Manor..."

Hearing the address reported by Sean, Malfoy's eyes widened in shock.

Their family's manor has always been hidden, and Shaun, a Muggle-born man, can't possibly know the location - what he said is true, he really met Slytherin!

Hooked... The slyness in Sean's eyes flashed.

Immediately, he showed a regretful expression and sighed deeply.

"What's wrong?" Malfoy asked immediately.

"Well, Draco, you know what? Even when Slytherin died, his memory fragments were watching the castle—"

"How is that possible?!" Malfoy's eyes widened 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, find the stained glass with Slytherin's portrait printed on it, and observe carefully, there is a small green snake at the ankle- -You can tap it lightly, and then you can hear Slytherin's whispers from the past..."

Malfoy's chest quickly rose and fell twice, such a specific description, even if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he had completely believed Sean.

"So, what did Slytherin say?" he asked eagerly.

For pure-blood wizards, Salazar Slytherin is a spiritual leader.

Sean shook his head regretfully: "Maybe, it's better that you don't know."

"Why? Hey, Sean, I'm mature enough."

Sean looked hesitant, and finally nodded.

"He said—" Sean's tone was filled with disdain and disappointment, "a bunch of idiots."

"How, how could it be..." This answer caught Malfoy by surprise.

"Later pure-bloods have forgotten the essence of bloodline..." Sean imitated Slytherin's old and powerful voice, "I only know how to emphasize my bloodline, but forget the most important thing... "

Malfoy swallowed nervously.

Sean has stood up: "I, Salazar Slytherin, I started Hogwarts, built the Chamber of Secrets, led wizards to open a new era, I, my disciple at the time, we Proud of your own blood—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 battles, ignorant pride, when purebloods have only bloodlines left in their mouths, who would admit the nobility of bloodlines! The actions of idiots are degrading the status of purebloods!"

Sean turned to look at Malfoy, making him take a half step back.

"From Slytherin, pride, ambition, shrewdness, power, and deep and decisive like a snake, oh, stupid latecomer, a Slytherin who can't even grab benefits, how dare, How can you be so embarrassed to call yourself an exquisite interestist?"

"If I were still in this castle, I would definitely find these idiots and mediocre people who didn't teach them well, you are just sullying this pure blood!"

Sean recovered his expression and patted Malfoy, who was stunned: "That's the truth."

After a long time, Malfoy sat down feebly and murmured, "How could it be..."

Sean waited for Malfoy to digest it for a while before leaning over: "Man, are you okay?"

"I-I'm fine...it's just..."

"I understand that Mr. Slytherin's remarks don't sound right - but I have to say, sorry man, I agree."

Instead of glaring at Sean, Malfoy sank into self-doubt.

"Sean, you said, I..." He didn't say anything after that.

The person in front of him wasn't even pure blood.

Sean saw through Malfoy's mind at a glance, he sat down and looked Malfoy in the eyes: "Look at me, Draco, first of all, I don't agree with your blood nobility, but I think, I may have The way, at least make you do better and be more worthy of the bloodline you are proud of."

Malfoy looked at him suspiciously.

Sean smiled slightly, softening his tone, but allowing his contempt to be clearly felt: "Think about it, Draco—let's take the example at hand, Umbridge."

"Is she a pure-blood wizard? Is her behavior favoring pure-blood wizards too?"

Malfoy nodded.

"Think about it, my friend," Sean smiled disdainfully, "aside from her biases, just think about her tactics, clever? A high-ranking prosecutor at the Ministry of Magic, being played around by me— —You saw it all, and have you ever wondered why I looked for you first when I got to the Slytherin table?"

Without waiting for Malfoy to think, Sean said immediately: "Because I know you can understand what I mean, you're smart enough, and you know - in Hogwarts, in the glory of Slytherin, in this oldest In the castle that can best represent purity, an [outsider] who is not smart enough to rely on flattery, is she worthy of standing in that position? Is she worthy of ordering the future of us, the magic world?"

"You clearly know that she doesn't deserve it, right? Even pure blood is divided into high and low... and!" Sean increased his tone, "I believe that if you and I switch positions, such a simple way You can also remember it quickly, and you can also stand in the middle of the auditorium and receive the cheers from your classmates..."

Malfoy's breathing was a little short, and he couldn't help but imagine what Sean had described in his mind.

Yes, Sean's method was not difficult, he understood it quickly... And that Umbridge, ugly and fat, dumber than a troll, how could she be a great Slytherin student? ?

Sean's low and bewitching voice got into Malfoy's ears like magic: "Think about it, think about other people, that Osman, you know who he is better than me, right? What kind of stupidity, just because Umbridge's gesture of favor, he stood on the opposite side of the whole school, and even thought about bringing more Slytherin classmates - he is destroying your ancient glory..."

"That's right, this idiot." Malfoy gritted his teeth and said, he has long seen that the other party is not happy, and because he is relatively old, he will tell him to do these things before.

Sean showed a smile, and he continued to persuade him: "Draco, now that you know this and think about it all, can you understand Mr. Slytherin's teachings?"

Malfoy hesitated for a moment: "Regain the glory of Slytherin?"

"As expected of Malfoy," Sean didn't hide the admiration in his eyes All you have to do is 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'd rather tell you this than other Slytherin students."

"Because I know that you are eager to prove yourself, to prove the fact that you are worthy of the glory brought by blood, and you will not disappoint Mr. Slytherin's expectations."

"Sean..." Malfoy was completely moved, Wallup, who knows me!

He looked at Sean with eagerness in his eyes, and he even wanted to apologize.

"Hey, listen, we just met..." Malfoy was a little embarrassed, his voice slow.

Sean waved his hand casually: "It's just a small misunderstanding, you don't think I'll take it to heart, right?"

In fact, if it weren't for your usual quiet behavior, I'd have to beat you up a few times.

Malfoy exhaled a sigh of relief, it was a little hard for him to apologize to others, but fortunately Sean is really a friend worth making.

"Then what shall I do?" he asked eagerly.

Sean smiled, leaned over to the other side and whispered in a low voice...

After a while, Malfoy, flushed with excitement, stood up because of the future scene Sean had described.

He took a deep breath and let himself change back to that mighty look.

"See you next time."

Sean smiled and waved: "Wait for your good news."

It wasn't until Malfoy was gone for a while that Sean walked out of the classroom.

Shortly after Sean left, a stone wall in the hallway outside the classroom wriggled.

Little Aiken appeared and sneered and licked his lips.