Hogwarts Is a Microcosm of the Wizarding World

As news of Grindelwald's escape spread, the Great Hall grew lively as well.

It was now the latter half of 1994, and fifty years had passed since Grindelwald's defeat.

Because so much time had passed, coupled with the Ministry of Magic's deliberate cover-up, many younger-generation wizards knew nothing about Grindelwald's past.

Fortunately, the newspapers covered it in great detail.

Beside the Slytherin table, a group of Little Wizards led by Malfoy had gathered together, whispering among themselves.

"Draco, has your father sent back any news?" someone asked.

Malfoy craned his neck to glance in Andy's direction. Seeing that Andy was not looking at him, he quietly withdrew his gaze and shook his head. "Not yet. But my father has many connections in Europe. He should learn something soon."

"He's about the same age as Dumbledore, isn't he?"

Someone said uneasily, "Draco, I'm a little worried..."

Malfoy shot the person a glance. "No one is forcing you. You can withdraw whenever you want."

The person's expression changed slightly. His lips moved soundlessly, then he took a step back and said nothing more.

Things had not been going well for them lately.

The current Slytherin could roughly be divided into three factions.

Not all Slytherins firmly believed in the Pure-blood Theory. Their views were relatively open-minded. Though they too had ambitions, they placed greater faith in personal ability rather than so-called bloodlines.

When the Pure-blood Theory fell out of favour, they decisively sided with the other camp.

Among those who believed in the Pure-blood Theory, there were also those loyal to Voldemort and those who had betrayed Voldemort.

Now that large numbers of Death Eaters had been arrested, the relationship between the two sides had deteriorated sharply. If Gryffindor had not been standing at the forefront and drawing their hatred, Slytherin would