Kayson raised an eyebrow. He knew the young wizard who had arrived—one of the very rare genuine Muggle-born students in Slytherin. As for this young wizard's quality of life in Slytherin... well, those who knew, knew.
At that moment, the young wizard sat down across from him as well.
"Hello, Professor."
"Hello, Bayers. How have you been lately?"
Bayers shrugged. "Just getting by."
Kayson subtly straightened in his chair. "I don't think the current Sorting Hat truly sorts students according to their qualities. Most of the time, it looks at their family bloodlines."
"For example... Weasleys go to Gryffindor, Malfoys go to Slytherin, the Abo family are die-hard Hufflepuffs, and Ravenclaw is never without members of the Hock family, or families like them."
"As long as the students aren't too outrageous—like Sirius from the Black family—the sorting results basically never go wrong."
"And yet you, a Muggle-born wizard, entered Slytherin. All I can say is that the Slytherin traits in your heart far surpass those Slytherin wizards who rely on their bloodlines. And now you're telling me... you intend to just get by?"
"I don't believe it," Kayson said, shaking his head.
"Then what answer do you want to hear, Professor?" Bayers asked with an awkward smile.
"Anything is fine, really. Though what I'd like to hear now might be your plans for the future," Kayson said.
"My future definitely won't be in the wizarding world. This place is backward, ignorant, and utterly devoid of fresh vitality. A Muggle-born wizard with no pure-blood connections either rots away in some corner growing mushrooms, or gets crushed into the mud by those powerful pure-bloods," Bayers said, shaking his head.
"No wonder you're a Slytherin. Earlier, I spoke to a Gryffindor student. Her idea was to climb to the very peak of power