Chapter 61 The Pure Blood Theory Is a Joke
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Qing Mo Da Xian
The seemingly timid Quirrell, after letting the students practice on their own, would focus on Vincent and Hermione from time to time.
These two young wizards, whose magic level is far beyond their peers, are both from Muggle families.
The blood of wizards is just a stepping stone, and it must be admitted whether you can see through it or not.
Hermione, on the far right in the first row, was patiently demonstrating to Harry and Ron.
Vincent on the far left slowed down and repeated the correct pronunciation of the spell dozens of times.
"That's great, Harry!"
After Ron praised, he flicked his wand weakly.
After a simple demonstration, Harry, who had never been exposed to magic since childhood, had already learned the wand lighting spell.
"You need to concentrate." Hermione repeated the demonstration.
"I know, but I just can't do it."
Harry knew what his good friend was thinking.
But he was really not a snob, "Ron, you have to believe in yourself."
"What's the use of that?" Ron put down his wand with a dejected face.
"As long as the damn thing is in my hands, magic will never say no to me."
Hermione, who couldn't listen anymore, turned around, "I can teach you."
Sitting behind her were two roommates from the same dormitory.
Lavender shook his head, looked at Vincent on the far left, "No need."
Parvati was about to say something, but nodded quickly.
Hermione knew she didn't want to embarrass herself.
"I did it!"
Ron next to him tried again and managed to make the wand emit a faint light.
"I knew you could do it!" Harry smiled broadly.
"I have to thank you, Harry."
"No need, Hermione taught it well."
Ron snorted, "I'm sure it's not because of her, it's all about us who learn faster."
"Hey!" Hermione glared. "I can hear you."
As soon as Ron opened his mouth, Harry tugged on his school robes.
"Sorry, Ron, he didn't mean to say that."
These big green eyes full of sincerity reminded her unconsciously of what Vincent said in the morning.
If you think about it seriously, there are quite a few wizards living alone in the wizarding world.
But without interpersonal skills, you can't be the Minister of Magic just by studying well.
"You can talk to me about your studies at any time."
Hermione, who was trying to maintain a smile, surprised both Harry and Ron.
Vincent who gave them fighting lessons, everyone would understand his hard work and not bother him.
She has obviously changed.
Vincent who noticed this was very pleased.
They all belong to the same academy. This year's academy cup is guaranteed, but what about next year?
The twins were right, he was planning for a rainy day.
But Draco, who gritted his teeth and watched them, did not intend to let this situation continue.
The third Dark Lord?
Let Harry continue to hang out with them, and talk about restoring the glory of pure-blood wizards.
Most of the 28 pure-blood wizarding families are married to Muggles.
Malfoy, who was born noble and puts interests first, is no exception.
In the 11th century, they worked under William the Conqueror.
The rich, landed, and powerful Malfoy family later failed in their pursuit of Queen Elizabeth I, and even dared to curse her to never marry.
If it weren't for the "Secrecy Act", it is estimated that the current Muggle royal family has their blood.
In the Black family, which advertises eternal purity, only Draco's mother was not imprisoned in Azkaban in this generation.
After finishing these few, and forming an alliance with Potter, Malfoy will have the final say in the wizarding world.
Draco's calculating eyes turned into resentment in Vincent's eyes.
Of course he knew why the man wanted to be friends with Harry.
Mr. Potter, who grew up in the Muggle world, looks like a shy little boy, but his real identity is an out-and-out rich second generation.
A potion formula that can make hair soft, quadrupled the wealth of the Potter family at that time.
Even if they were later expelled from the Holy 28 family because of their closeness to Muggles, they accumulated more wealth than many pure-blood families.
The more familiar he was with the magic world, the less favorable Vincent was to Malfoy.
Times have changed, and his appearance with Hermione will soon prove that pure blood is just a joke.
Muggle magic stolen from wizards?
To consolidate one's own interests is to say it clearly. Shouting this slogan will only make people feel that their brains are not normal.
Look at the forceful style of the first Dark Lord, open his mouth to say that mushroom bombs will destroy the wizarding world, and wizards must unite.
"So, Quirrell is after us..."
Vincent looked at Hermione who patiently taught Parvati, and then glanced at the person on the podium who seemed to be in a daze.
Even if Harry was promising, the pure-blood wizards didn't think the Muggle upbringing would be helpful.
But in the era of smart phones in the future, how long can wizards continue to hide?
He didn't know if Hermione was the Minister of Magic, he just knew that the bald man with the socket wasn't the biggest threat to wizards.
Their enemy has always been only themselves.
To repeal the Statute of Secrecy, the Wizengamot Chief Wizard is not enough.
Great magician?
Order of Merlin, First Class?
President of the International Federation of Wizards?
None of these are enough.
Hiding in the darkness around you, wiping out all enemies with your sharp claws?
He swallowed subconsciously, and cast a sympathetic look at the podium.
The mouth shape made through the mask made Quirrell feel very puzzled.
"He's sympathizing with you—"
Quirrell, who was a little panicked, immediately let go of all his thoughts.
"Don't make such little moves, I know what you're thinking—"
He hugged his shoulders tightly as if he was cold.
"Your strength is too weak, I need blood with strong mana—"
The fine sweat from his forehead was completely absorbed by the long scarf of excellent quality.
But the dense cold sweat on the back was about to wet the entire robe.
This increasingly strange performance was all in Vincent's eyes.
The bald socket man in the back of his head must have said something in Quirrell's head.
He thinks so,
But not others.
In the eyes of many little lions and little snakes, just being looked at by Vincent, Quirrell trembled and sweated in fear.
"It's just so weak—"
Draco shot toward the podium lightly with undisguised disdainful eyes.
In terms of guts, he could confront Wayne face to face.
"Learning such a sleazy lighting spell is useless!"
Seeing that Quirrell did not refute, he raised his eyebrows and looked towards Harry, "Our family has far more useful magic than this.
If you want, you can join my upcoming club to study. "
Vincent has the Owl Club,
How could Draco be willing to be compared.
……
……
These two young wizards, whose magic level is far beyond their peers, are both from Muggle families.
The blood of wizards is just a stepping stone, and it must be admitted whether you can see through it or not.
Hermione, on the far right in the first row, was patiently demonstrating to Harry and Ron.
Vincent on the far left slowed down and repeated the correct pronunciation of the spell dozens of times.
"That's great, Harry!"
After Ron praised, he flicked his wand weakly.
After a simple demonstration, Harry, who had never been exposed to magic since childhood, had already learned the wand lighting spell.
"You need to concentrate." Hermione repeated the demonstration.
"I know, but I just can't do it."
Harry knew what his good friend was thinking.
But he was really not a snob, "Ron, you have to believe in yourself."
"What's the use of that?" Ron put down his wand with a dejected face.
"As long as the damn thing is in my hands, magic will never say no to me."
Hermione, who couldn't listen anymore, turned around, "I can teach you."
Sitting behind her were two roommates from the same dormitory.
Lavender shook his head, looked at Vincent on the far left, "No need."
Parvati was about to say something, but nodded quickly.
Hermione knew she didn't want to embarrass herself.
"I did it!"
Ron next to him tried again and managed to make the wand emit a faint light.
"I knew you could do it!" Harry smiled broadly.
"I have to thank you, Harry."
"No need, Hermione taught it well."
Ron snorted, "I'm sure it's not because of her, it's all about us who learn faster."
"Hey!" Hermione glared. "I can hear you."
As soon as Ron opened his mouth, Harry tugged on his school robes.
"Sorry, Ron, he didn't mean to say that."
These big green eyes full of sincerity reminded her unconsciously of what Vincent said in the morning.
If you think about it seriously, there are quite a few wizards living alone in the wizarding world.
But without interpersonal skills, you can't be the Minister of Magic just by studying well.
"You can talk to me about your studies at any time."
Hermione, who was trying to maintain a smile, surprised both Harry and Ron.
Vincent who gave them fighting lessons, everyone would understand his hard work and not bother him.
She has obviously changed.
Vincent who noticed this was very pleased.
They all belong to the same academy. This year's academy cup is guaranteed, but what about next year?
The twins were right, he was planning for a rainy day.
But Draco, who gritted his teeth and watched them, did not intend to let this situation continue.
The third Dark Lord?
Let Harry continue to hang out with them, and talk about restoring the glory of pure-blood wizards.
Most of the 28 pure-blood wizarding families are married to Muggles.
Malfoy, who was born noble and puts interests first, is no exception.
In the 11th century, they worked under William the Conqueror.
The rich, landed, and powerful Malfoy family later failed in their pursuit of Queen Elizabeth I, and even dared to curse her to never marry.
If it weren't for the "Secrecy Act", it is estimated that the current Muggle royal family has their blood.
In the Black family, which advertises eternal purity, only Draco's mother was not imprisoned in Azkaban in this generation.
After finishing these few, and forming an alliance with Potter, Malfoy will have the final say in the wizarding world.
Draco's calculating eyes turned into resentment in Vincent's eyes.
Of course he knew why the man wanted to be friends with Harry.
Mr. Potter, who grew up in the Muggle world, looks like a shy little boy, but his real identity is an out-and-out rich second generation.
A potion formula that can make hair soft, quadrupled the wealth of the Potter family at that time.
Even if they were later expelled from the Holy 28 family because of their closeness to Muggles, they accumulated more wealth than many pure-blood families.
The more familiar he was with the magic world, the less favorable Vincent was to Malfoy.
Times have changed, and his appearance with Hermione will soon prove that pure blood is just a joke.
Muggle magic stolen from wizards?
To consolidate one's own interests is to say it clearly. Shouting this slogan will only make people feel that their brains are not normal.
Look at the forceful style of the first Dark Lord, open his mouth to say that mushroom bombs will destroy the wizarding world, and wizards must unite.
"So, Quirrell is after us..."
Vincent looked at Hermione who patiently taught Parvati, and then glanced at the person on the podium who seemed to be in a daze.
Even if Harry was promising, the pure-blood wizards didn't think the Muggle upbringing would be helpful.
But in the era of smart phones in the future, how long can wizards continue to hide?
He didn't know if Hermione was the Minister of Magic, he just knew that the bald man with the socket wasn't the biggest threat to wizards.
Their enemy has always been only themselves.
To repeal the Statute of Secrecy, the Wizengamot Chief Wizard is not enough.
Great magician?
Order of Merlin, First Class?
President of the International Federation of Wizards?
None of these are enough.
Hiding in the darkness around you, wiping out all enemies with your sharp claws?
He swallowed subconsciously, and cast a sympathetic look at the podium.
The mouth shape made through the mask made Quirrell feel very puzzled.
"He's sympathizing with you—"
Quirrell, who was a little panicked, immediately let go of all his thoughts.
"Don't make such little moves, I know what you're thinking—"
He hugged his shoulders tightly as if he was cold.
"Your strength is too weak, I need blood with strong mana—"
The fine sweat from his forehead was completely absorbed by the long scarf of excellent quality.
But the dense cold sweat on the back was about to wet the entire robe.
This increasingly strange performance was all in Vincent's eyes.
The bald socket man in the back of his head must have said something in Quirrell's head.
He thinks so,
But not others.
In the eyes of many little lions and little snakes, just being looked at by Vincent, Quirrell trembled and sweated in fear.
"It's just so weak—"
Draco shot toward the podium lightly with undisguised disdainful eyes.
In terms of guts, he could confront Wayne face to face.
"Learning such a sleazy lighting spell is useless!"
Seeing that Quirrell did not refute, he raised his eyebrows and looked towards Harry, "Our family has far more useful magic than this.
If you want, you can join my upcoming club to study. "
Vincent has the Owl Club,
How could Draco be willing to be compared.
……
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