"Do you think that's possible?" Grindelwald asked.
"It is." Kayson nodded seriously. "For those pure-blood heirs with abundant resources, they can buy anything they need with gold Galleons."
"Yet they chose to enroll in my class. I think that was an expression of their own will. They liked alchemy. They found their own interests and found the hearts that had been wrapped up in their families' will."
"There was one occasion that left a particularly deep impression on me. This year was my second year at Hogwarts, and the professors and young wizards held a Sorting Ceremony for me."
"What impressed me most about that ceremony was not the Sorting Hat that belonged solely to me, but the Slytherin table."
"The Slytherin table was divided into two groups. One group took off the masks their families had forcibly placed over their faces, left the table, and began celebrating."
"Of course, I'm not saying I was so popular that every young wizard ought to celebrate my Sorting. In truth, most of them merely used me as an excuse to begin an uninhibited, free celebration."
"But the Slytherin table was split into two groups. One took off their masks and began celebrating, while the other wore the masks their families had given them, clumsily imitating the expressions of family patriarchs in their thirties or forties despite being only eleven, twelve, or thirteen."
Kayson's mouth was dry from talking. He casually picked up a drink from the passing flight attendant's cart and handed one to Grindelwald as well.
"Let me guess. Most of the ones who joined the celebration had enrolled in your classes?" Grindelwald asked.
"Yes."
"Have you never thought about changing anything? Changing their arrogant pure-blood mindset?"
"For that, I specially prepared a lesson plan... Starting next term, I put a