Chapter 131: Gabrielle

Chapter 131: Gabrielle

Jon accompanied Dumbledore on this trip, thinking overall it would be truly relaxing. Updated from novelb(i)n.c(o)m

With Dumbledore around, he didn't have to worry about security at all, he could simply enjoy the trip

But after visiting Madame Maxime and receiving Gabrielle from her, Jon had to think about something deeper, and he understood, what is the fundamental purpose of Dumbledore's trip to France.

He is observing the closest piece of land to Britain, to find out, to what extent Voldemort's regime in Britain has affected France.

And from the current results, it is not very optimistic at all.

Not only had the French pureblood wizards attracted to Voldemort's theory of pureblood supremacy, but it seemed that they had already started some kind of cooperation with the British Ministry of Magic.

But just like what Madame Maxime had said before she left, Jon also felt a bit incredulous that the French pureblood top brass had made this choice.

Because the French wizards and the British wizards are not the same.

The pureblood wizards here may be more prideful and arrogant than the British pureblood families, but they are not fools, the implementation of the bloodline class system can indeed bring them more benefits, but they simply lack the prestige of someone like Voldemort, to press down and exploit the entire group of wizards to the point of slavery.

The current situation in Britain, as long as Voldemort does not die, it will never return to the way it was before because his personal strength has transcended the existence of the group.

The French magical community simply does not have such a person currently, the master of alchemy like Nicolas Flamel, although his prestige and fame are on par with Dumbledore's, his strength is nowhere near the peak of the pack of wizards due to his old age, and not to mention that he is dead, even if he is still alive he can't agree to this current inclination of the French Ministry of Magic.

Once the official announcement of Bloodline class division is made here, the angry muggle wizards and part of the half-blood wizards, these more than about 60 percent of French wizards will riot.

As long as one has a little bit of brain, anyone can see that the French Ministry of Magic will certainly be shattered, and all the current top government officials will be "chewed to the bone" by the muggle wizards, and then a new ministry of magic will be established.

This is simply a dead end, unless

Unless the French Ministry of Magic is willing to give up their rights, submit to Voldemort, let him include the French magical world into his pocket, and then use Voldemort and the British magical government under him to suppress the revolting muggle wizards.

But are these people really willing to find a lord above their heads?

Jon couldn't figure out the crucial point of this, and in fact, it isn't something he needs to think about.

Gabrielle did seem to focus on his words, and tilted her illusory transparent face, recalling her memory.

"I listened to my father talk about Hogwarts, he told us that it is a wizard school controlled by evil wizards, the professors inside are all dark wizards, and the students all have to learn dark magic!"

When she said the last sentence, her face, which was already transparent, became even whiter at this point as if it had just occurred to her that since Jon and Dumbledore came from Hogwarts, they must all be evil wizards as well.

Jon obviously sensed that she was guessing something wrong, and to prevent scaring her, he could only speed up his speech and explain.

"The one your father told you about is Hogwarts Castle, which is indeed a school for dark wizardry, and the Hogwarts wagon we're going to take you to, most of everyone there is very nice to be around, you'll like it there."

"A wagon?" Gabrielle looked down at Jon from the branch, her attention attracted by that word, "A magic school on a wagon?"

"Yes, a school on a wagon, we have classes every day in various places in Britain, and we also have a feast on the day of every festival, and all of us will celebrate it in a place with great scenery, and every single dish in the feast will be made by our own hands."

Listening to Jon's description, Gabrielle gradually became absorbed by his words.

"That sounds nice."

Jon laughed.

"We're certainly going to have a nice journey."

However, there was one sentence that he did not say, but just silently followed up in his mind.

It would undoubtedly be an even better journey if it isn't in this gloomy magical world.

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