Daphne couldn't interfere with her parents' decisions.
It wasn't just Astoria's problem, but her own as well.
Lestrange and Sigrid instilled in her from a young age the proper way of doing things that Pure-blood should do.
The friends you make must match your social standing;
Even in a conversation, one must maintain the correct perspective;
One must have high aspirations;
Do not associate with useless people;
Peel back the surface to uncover the truth...
She had originally planned to go home for Christmas to resolve the issue, but although that plan fell through, she discovered her parents' true colors in the process.
Without the Blood Curse looming over them, they were indeed not people with extreme views.
"Thank you, Wayne."
Vincent suddenly stopped hiccuping halfway through his hiccup.
"Just don't blame me for breaking the promise."
Daphne shook her head gently. "It's not just about Astoria, it's also about my parents."
Her eyes were exceptionally clear. "I know you have other plans, not just what Hermione told me."
The other four stopped what they were doing.
Under the gaze of six large eyes, Vincent slightly raised the corners of his mouth.
He knew his friends would guess what he was going to do, but they didn't expect it to happen so soon.
"Wizard families bound by interests are very much like our Muggle feudal aristocracy."
They possess privileges, are difficult to manage, and even the Ministry of Magic and the International Confederation of Wizards cannot shake their position.
There are many ways to destroy this intricate network of relationships; having absolute power like Dumbledore's is enough.
But he had no intention of changing the status quo and was particularly afraid of losing himself again, the self that he had paid a heavy price to regain.
Rolf frowned. "You want to overthrow this system that has lasted for over three hundred years?"
The birth of the Ministry of Magic was inseparable from the support of Pure-blood Wizard.
There are major problems with democratic elections in the appointment of ministers.
Even Muggle in modern society have their dark secrets, and it's impossible for the Wizarding World, which is like the Middle Ages, to be without them.
In 1962, shortly after Minister Nobi Leach took office, several of the most senior Wizengamot members resigned in protest.
Then in 1968, Secretary Leach was forced to resign due to a mysterious illness.
It's absurd that Abraxas Malfoy Malfoy was able to escape unscathed afterward.
Is it really just a rumor?
"They can't let go of the power they hold, nor can they let go of the immediate benefits they have—"
Fred and George stood tall.
Although they weren't acting on their own initiative, the Weasley family had neither power nor vested interests, and in some ways, they were even inferior to ordinary wizarding families.
Malfoy, Parkinson, Flint, Lestrange —all of them had ancestors who served as Minister for Magic.
Even though some of them were very unpopular, they still have that history.
Their father, Arthur Weasley, wasn't a high-ranking official, and Percy was the only one in the family who was particularly interested in power.
Vincent shook his head, somewhat speechless. "I'm not trying to overthrow the system; I just want to speed up the process."
Putting aside his true purpose, Voldemort's return alone could very well trigger a period of turmoil.
With the protection of these Pure-blood men, both sneak attacks and frontal assaults can be carried out perfectly.
The current minister Fudge, is no fool; he has been squeezing these ticking time bombs since taking office.
But he was just a politician, and he would try his best to cover up any serious incidents that occurred during his term.
Let alone Voldemort, Vincent might even dare to treat the Ministry of Magic like a dungeon crawler in a few years.
Especially after witnessing the daytime hearing.
Daphne pursed her lips, as if she had made a great decision, "Wayne, I will definitely convince my mom and dad."
The Greengrass Family is currently in an awkward position.
If Vincent hadn't visited today, he might have paid a heavy price in his efforts to reintegrate into the circle.
"I trust Uncle Lestrange and Aunt Sigrid." Vincent's gaze shifted to the overflowing lunchboxes.
"If they shared the same ideas as those people, they would have joined the Death Eaters long ago without hesitation."
For Astoria's sake, the Greengrass couple would not take any risks.
Cedric swallowed the food in his mouth. "Our Gwent is releasing next Thursday, and you're not going to advertise like they are. Don't you have a better idea?"
"Traditional advertising is expensive, ineffective, and lacks creativity."
Hermione asked worriedly, "Then how are you going to win this first battle?"
"Let's wait for Madam Zabini to make her move." Vincent's lips curled into a slight smile.
"If we defeat their Wizard Cards with ease, more Slytherin students will probably join the Owl Court."
Fred and George grinned mischievously. "Thursdays are going to be tough. The Old Bat isn't going to let us off easy."
Snape still had principles.
He was targeting the six little ones; the other students were basically the same as before.
"Weasley, do you make Potions from Dungbombs?"
The color is normal, and there is no unusual odor.
The professor said it exists, but even if it doesn't, it still exists;
The professor said no, or rather, no.
These are the rules of Potions Class; whether you follow them or not, you'll lose points.
"Poor appearance, minus 20 points—unpleasant smell, minus 30 points..."
Cedric, trying to appear innocent, made a careless mistake by turning off the stove two seconds too late, resulting in a 10-point deduction.
After class, Snape deducted 50 points from both Fred and George for possessing "contraband".
Tuesday.
Rolf was cautious throughout, but in the end he was deducted 10 points for not being skilled enough.
Thankfully, he didn't go to the Forbidden Forest to play with the little cuties, otherwise he would have been penalized even more.
He's gone mad, Snape's gone mad.
A ghostly figure, appearing out of nowhere and then making up an excuse to deduct points.
The Weasley Twins, who hadn't played a prank for three days, were starting to despair.
They didn't want to live in such fear for even a second longer.
Wednesday morning,
Potions Class in second grade.
Snape has finally met his match.
Vincent's Swelling Solution is perfect; it doesn't look like it's the first time he's made it.
"Clever tricks won't work, Wayne."
He trailed off, appearing like a wisp of smoke as he approached Hermione.
Everything—color, smell, and quantity—was exactly the same as in the textbook.
"A bookworm who just reads from the book."
After two consecutive losses at the start, my mood was at its lowest point.
The second-grade curriculum is still too simple. How about we teach Felix Felicis next class?
We've already torn off all pretense of civility, so who cares if Dumbledore has any objections?
But this material...
"Potter, come to my office after class!"
Snape, radiating an oppressive aura, left the classroom like a ghost.
After all, it's "true love," so of course she'd turn to Harry when she's in a bad mood.
Amid Draco and the others' sarcastic laughter, Harry hurriedly grabbed his textbooks and followed.
"Poor Potter is going to get points deducted again~"
"Oh dear, will it break the record from the day before yesterday?"
Although they didn't know what had happened, that didn't stop them from gloating.