"What?"
Even though Severus Snape had already thought Murphy seemed a little crazy just now, that sentence still gave him a huge fright.
"What?" Murphy looked at him. "Do you like Hogwarts that much?"
"Are you serious?" The alcohol almost scared Severus Snape sober. Quirrell had only wanted to steal the Philosopher's Stone, but this guy wanted to blow up the whole school?
This bastard was the most dangerous dark wizard, wasn't he?
"To be honest, is there still any need for Hogwarts to keep existing?" Murphy said.
"After being away for a few years, I'd almost forgotten what Hogwarts was really like, but now I remember again."
"This school..." Murphy's voice sank. "It's a lifeless cage, a testing ground, a puppet theater stage..."
"All the professors put on stern faces, hoping the students will turn into fools who can only recite a few spells. No challenges, no questions. A spell's intonation must not be off by a hair, a potion's steps must never change."
"Curiosity? That's poison."
"Exploration? That's the road to death."
"Invention? That's a prank."
"Innovation? Oh, that's a fucking joke!"
"If you ask, why is it like this? Why should this spell be pronounced this way? Why does this potion require these steps?" Murphy sneered. "You'll only get one answer: because it has always been so."
"But if it has always been so, does that make it right?"
"If it is right, then why is it right?"
"The professors will say: this is magic."
"But what the fuck is magic?"
"Someone told me that belief is the essence of magic."
"But what the fuck does belief mean?"
"You can believe in a person, believe in an emotion, believe in a conviction, but how the fuck can you believe in an objective reality? Who do you think