#790 - Depressed Voldemort (asking for monthly ticket recommendation)

"So the reason why those pure-blood families always use so-called bloodlines to highlight their status is very clear."

Anduin took a leisurely sip of his drink, calmly answering Draco's tangled expression.

"They are afraid, and that includes your father."

"Afraid?"

"Yes..." Anduin nodded, "Pure-blood families have become accustomed to aristocratic life, but it has also made them lazy and unwilling to work hard and improve."

"The result of this is very obvious, that is, they are slowly declining, and they have even seen their own fate of constantly going downhill."

"But when faced with this situation, those pure-blood families not only do not seek to improve, but instead blame Muggle wizards and half-blood wizards."

"What's sad is..." Anduin showed a mocking look, "The pure-blood families that have been able to continue to this day have actually intermarried with Muggles or half-blood wizards to some extent, otherwise they would have died out long ago due to inbreeding."

"What?" Draco was shocked when he heard this, "You mean, pure-blood families actually have Muggle blood? This is a huge scandal!"

"What scandal? Do you think no one knows about their dirty deeds? Everyone is just being considerate and tacitly not mentioning it, after all, people in the wizarding world have some blood relationship more or less." Anduin shook his head dismissively.

"If you don't believe me, you can go back and look through the Malfoy family tree. Those ancestors who didn't leave their names are very likely to be Muggles."

"But if that's the case, then why does my father have to stick to the so-called pure-blood bloodline? Obviously everyone is a half-blood!" Draco frowned in incomprehension.

"That's just an excuse, to find a reason for not working hard, and through years of deliberate propaganda, instill the concept that pure-blood wizards are more noble in everyone, and even deepen this impression through intentional or unintentional discrimination."

"Humans are creatures with a very strong herd mentality. As long as someone guides them like this, especially wizarding families who have a lot of resources from the beginning, it is not difficult to do this."

"Look, a Voldemort, using decades of time, whether voluntarily or forced, hasn't he also made so many wizards in Britain feel proud of being pure-blood from the bottom of their hearts?"

And Anduin, who knew more, had a deeper understanding of this. In the early years, those wizarding sages chose to open magic schools to absorb Muggle wizards in order to fight against the suppression of church wizards.

But when the proportion of half-blood wizards increased, and the Holy See weakened, those in high positions suppressed the rising Muggle wizards again.

At that time, the composition of those families might have been half-blood wizards, but they used their identities to fly the banner of pure-blood families. In the end, it was all for profit.

Obviously, people with strength and influence are able to write the rules. Anduin also knows this, which is why he vigorously operates the Silver Flash Trading Company and continues to expand his influence.

Draco's values had already been turned upside down by Anduin's remarks.

Anduin's words were very different from what his father had taught him, but Draco subconsciously felt that the professor was right.

When he was reading the family's collection of books, he had seen many unknown ancestors hidden in the Malfoy family. When Draco asked his father, the answer he got was that those people were exiled for violating the family's rules.

At that time, he was very curious about what mistakes those ancestors had made, but his father was tight-lipped about it.

And many wizarding families with a long history and adherence to the idea of pure-blood supremacy mysteriously disappeared in the course of history.

Presumably, they were because of constant inbreeding, which led to fewer and fewer family descendants.

"Professor, although I know these may be true, my father will definitely not agree. What do you think I should do?" Draco looked at Anduin with some entanglement. He didn't think he could persuade his father.

"Why should you make him agree?" Anduin grinned and chuckled, "You can wake up someone who is pretending to be awake, but you can never wake up someone who is pretending to be asleep."

"Your father doesn't not know these principles, but he is obviously still immersed in the past glory. Instead of persuading him with words, it is better to take care of yourself first."

"Draco..." Anduin suddenly straightened his face and looked at the other party seriously, "You are different from your father. You are a talented person. Don't let yourself sink down just because you can't get his approval, understand?"

The atmosphere suddenly became solemn, making Draco a little overwhelmed, but he could hear that the professor was doing it for his own good, so he nodded solemnly, "I understand, Professor, I will use practical actions to make my father see the reality."

"Yes!" Anduin nodded in satisfaction. It seemed that Draco was more sober than he had imagined, "I am very pleased to see that you can think about problems so maturely."

"But I don't want you to have an unpleasant relationship with Lucius because of this. I will persuade him for you."

"Ah?" Draco looked embarrassed, "He doesn't seem like someone who would change his mind easily. Can you really persuade him?"

"Yes, Lucius and I have known each other for a long time. I know what method to use to change his views." Anduin smiled indifferently.

At the same time, he silently recited in his heart that he might not like that method, but it was definitely easy to use.

"Then thank you so much!" Draco thought that the professor was sincerely caring about him, and even willing to negotiate with his parents, which made him even more moved.

"Yes." Anduin nodded, "I have high hopes for you. What you have to do in the future is to be as diligent, disciplined, and enterprising as always. Don't be as rash as Harry and the others. You even broke into the unreleased [Despair Town] dungeon without permission before."

"So they accidentally entered the dungeon before? I was wondering why Harry was so familiar with [Despair Town]." Draco finally solved his previous doubts, which made him feel closer to Anduin.

"Hehe, even so, didn't they still take more than a month to find a way to clear the level? This is really a bit inappropriate." Anduin shook his head in disappointment.

In his eyes, even if these children didn't use those exchanged equipment, they should have found a way to clear the level on their own. In the end, they still had to rely on external forces.

"By the way..."

Anduin favored disciplined children more, so he also appreciated Draco very much. At this time, he took the initiative to bring up a lighthearted topic again.

"There will be new dungeons open in a while, you can prepare in advance, and you have to perform well then."

"There are new dungeons again? Will the reward list be updated too?"

Draco was overjoyed when he heard this. At the same time, he thought that the professor would actually inform him of such an important matter in advance. Doesn't this mean that the professor trusts him more?

Thinking of this, Draco felt a fire burning in his chest, and his fighting spirit was higher than ever before.

"That's natural, and there's more than one new dungeon being released. One of them is mainly related to spellcasting ability. You might be able to put more effort into this area." Anduin winked at Draco in a friendly tone, as if treating him like one of his own.

"Yes!" Draco was already flushed with excitement at this time, and he couldn't even squeeze out more extra words.

Anduin nodded in satisfaction when he saw Draco's performance. It seemed that tonight's meeting was very effective.

But just when he was about to continue chatting with Draco for a while to bring them closer together.

Anduin's expression suddenly changed as if he had discovered something!

Immediately afterwards, Anduin stood up with a whoosh, and without even having time to pay attention to Draco next to him, he raised his hand and stabbed heavily into the void in front of him, directly drawing a spatial crack out of thin air, and then plunged into it with a murderous look on his face.

And in Draco's eyes, the professor in front of him seemed to have instantly transformed from a silent pool of water into a volcano about to erupt. The magic power that Anduin erupted at that moment scared him so much that he trembled all over, and he didn't react for a long time until Anduin disappeared from the room.

...

On the same night, Ginny, who had just celebrated the Gryffindor team's victory with everyone, slowly returned to the dormitory.

After discovering that the other roommates had not yet returned, the little witch came to the desk with great interest and took out the diary belonging to Tom Riddle.

"Tom, guess what happened today?" Ginny wrote freely on the blank paper, "Our Gryffindor successfully defeated the Slytherin College on the Quidditch field."

"You don't know how dangerous the situation was at the time. A Bludger somehow suddenly lost control and chased after Harry."

"During that time, Slytherin scored a lot of points, and even the Golden Snitch was almost caught by the opposite Seeker. I thought we were going to lose at the time."

"Fortunately, Harry was very skilled, and the Bludger didn't even touch a piece of his clothes, and before long, the Bludger returned to normal."

"Then in the next moment, Harry suddenly swooped down and actually caught the Golden Snitch from behind, directly killing the game, without giving the Slytherin guys any chance at all."

"The scene was extremely exciting at the time. It's a pity you don't have eyes and can't see anything."

Ginny gesticulated and muttered in front of the diary while writing.

But facing Ginny's long rambling, Tom was very indifferent and replied weakly, "Is that so? I'm really happy for you."

Ginny was obviously very dissatisfied with Tom's reaction, "What's wrong with you? Why do you look listless, and even the words are crooked, it's really boring."

And Tom Riddle, who was possessed in the diary, that is, Voldemort, was scolding in his heart.

Who the hell cares about what you did today? If you have the ability, take off the pile of protective props on your body, and see if I don't kill the Gryffindor College and make it a river of blood!

Since his memory has gradually recovered from the previous dormancy, he also recalled what Anduin had done to him before.

So after Voldemort woke up and learned that he had somehow returned to Hogwarts, and the witch who got his diary was Ginny, Anduin's goddaughter, he was extremely excited.

Originally, he was going to take this opportunity to approach Ginny and gain her trust, and then use black magic to control Ginny.

In this way, he would be able to wreak havoc in Hogwarts. Voldemort was even ready to release the Basilisk in the Chamber of Secrets that he had accidentally discovered back then. This might be able to trick Anduin and Dumbledore. If he could completely eliminate one of them, that would be great.

But what made Voldemort feel desperate was that the protective measures on Ginny's body were too good. There were four or five alchemy protective gears that could isolate mental intrusion alone.

Not to mention other devices that protect against black magic, curses, and hexes. It can be said that even an inconspicuous silk scarf on Ginny's body might be an advanced alchemy prop.

Moreover, this girl Ginny can still change into a different set of equipment every day to stimulate people.

For this reason, during this period of time, Voldemort even mobilized a lot of accumulated magic power, cast various black magic and negative energy, trying to interfere with or influence Ginny's thinking, but in the end he was still helpless.

Now Voldemort looks at Ginny around him as if he were a hungry wolf facing a tortoise shell, without even a chance to find a gap.

Therefore, after trying for a long time without being able to break through, Voldemort was too lazy to act with Ginny anymore, and he was perfunctory in the face of her various communications.

At this time, Voldemort was only thinking about, hurry up and let someone else take him away from Ginny. If he continues to stay with this girl, he will probably be depressed soon.

But Ginny at this time didn't know what the consciousness in the notebook was thinking. She thought that Tom was not interested in the Quidditch match.

Thinking of this, Ginny took out the two bottles of attribute potions that Ron had given her before, and showed off to Tom with joy.

"Look! This is the attribute potion that you have always been unwilling to believe in. This bottle is a physique potion, and this bottle is a strength potion. They were all given to me by my brother Ron."

"After using them, my physical fitness can reach the level of challenging new dungeons. Then I can take you to see the scenery inside, but it's gloomy and terrifying inside, but it's very scary!"

Hehe... I was caught in that ghostly place. In terms of familiarity, I am much more familiar than you.

Voldemort muttered secretly, and at the same time became interested in the attribute potion in Ginny's hand.

He had never seen a potion that could permanently improve physical fitness. At least in Voldemort's impression, he had never even heard of anything similar except for the Philosopher's Stone.

"Is that so? But I still don't want to believe it." Tom said after considering it for a moment, relying on his understanding of Ginny.

"Believe it or not!" Ginny pouted dissatisfiedly, "I'm not the only one who has drunk this potion, everyone says it's effective."

"Oh? Is that so?" A line of words appeared on the page again, "Then dare you drip a few drops on the paper and let me personally taste its authenticity?"