Hogwarts' Incompetence

The professors received the news very quickly.

After all, Raphael had been sent to the school hospital in that state, and everyone had eyes to see.

So, that evening, Linley was summoned to Snape's office.

"Belloc, you're quite something," Professor Snape said with a cold smile.

Linley lowered his head and remained silent. Of course, he didn't think Snape was praising him. He hadn't even received the talent points that the Potions professor's praise would have granted him, according to the system.

"Advanced Dark Arts spells, the Petrificus Totalus, and seven other Dark spells, all from a first-year freshman. Should I call you a genius?"

At this moment, Linley really wanted to put his hands on his hips and retort, "Yes, you absolutely should."

But unfortunately, he was timid. Harry Potter might be able to get away with something like that, but if he did... well, if he dared to speak, Snape would dare to kill him.

Snape was indeed angry, but Linley was, after all, an outstanding student from his own house. He wouldn't deny him a chance to explain.

"Hmph, why are you speechless now? Tell me, what was the fight about?"

Linley wasn't playing the victim this time, nor was he wearing the title that could influence the professors' emotions.

He was silent for a moment, then looked up, his eyes filled with confusion and seriousness as he asked, "Professor, are pure-bloods really that high and mighty?"

Snape was stunned by Linley's question.

"Do young wizards from pure-blood families truly possess a sense of superiority over young wizards from Muggle families?"

Snape remained silent.

"If this discrimination is already so prevalent at Hogwarts, what about outside? Is the wizarding world of this Great Britain island the same? Are the views of all wizards in this world the same?"

"Throughout Magic History, there has been more than one Dark Lord whose goal was to conquer Muggles and allow pure-blood wizards to rule the world. What about those who were always oppressed? Has no one ever felt injustice for them?"

In Snape's office, Linley's questions were like the only lit candle in the dark night, starkly out of place in the surroundings.

Snape had no answer to his questions, and even Dumbledore would likely have been unable to answer them.

Snape eventually let him leave without mentioning any punishment. Through Linley's questions, he could probably guess how the conflict had occurred.

After leaving Snape's office, Linley walked towards the Great Hall.

He hadn't intended to elicit sympathy from Snape with his questions just now; he was simply inspired by the recent events.

In his previous life, the Harry Potter book series was merely children's literature, beautifully depicting how the savior Harry Potter and his friends saved the British wizarding world.

But now that Linley had truly come to this world and interacted with its people and events, he couldn't help but ponder why, in a wizarding population that was already scarce, two Dark Lords, leaders of extreme nationalism, had emerged within a span of just a hundred years.

Whether it was Grindelwald or Voldemort, they both naturally distinguished wizards and Muggles as two separate species, believing that there were irreconcilable conflicts between them, and that only war and conquest could create a better future for the wizarding community.

Their goals not only targeted Muggles as enemies but also divided the wizarding community, pushing a significant portion of wizards from Muggle families to the opposing side.

So, what was the reason for such ideas or conflicts?

Linley already had an answer in his heart.

The so-called magical academies only educated the new generation of young wizards in magic but failed to guide their thoughts.

The mainstream ideology of the wizarding world had always been held by those pure-blood families who took pride in their ancient bloodlines.

Wizards from Muggle families, upon becoming wizards, were essentially joining a new society.

And Hogwarts, as an educational institution, had failed to offer a course in ideological or moral education to guide these newcomers in their thinking within the new society of the wizarding world.

Consequently, the backward, discriminatory, and feudalistic ideologies of the pure-blood families became the mainstream concepts in the wizarding world, and thus naturally continued to influence the next generation.

Under the guidance of such mainstream ideology, blood discrimination became widespread, a sense of pure-blood superiority formed, and Dark Lords representing extreme nationalism emerged one after another.

Hogwarts bore the primary responsibility for this.

Not only did it not aim to guide students' thoughts, but at the beginning of each school year, it used the Sorting Hat to divide students into houses based on their personalities.

Perhaps the ancient founders enjoyed teaching students with similar personalities to their own, but in a normal educational system, this was far from a good thing.

If a society's educational system lacks ideological education, that society is bound to develop into an abnormal one.

Although this castle appeared peaceful and quiet now, filled with the laughter of young wizards, from Linley's perspective as an educator in his previous life, Hogwarts, as a school, was clearly incompetent for only teaching knowledge and not people!

During dinner, the events of the afternoon had clearly spread throughout Hogwarts.

As Linley walked into the Great Hall, many young wizards' gazes naturally converged on him.

Their eyes held an indescribable mix of emotions: surprise, curiosity, disgust, excitement, and fear.

Linley didn't care what they thought. He was hungry and simply wanted to eat.

As usual, he sat at the Ravenclaw table, where Cedric and Ian were waiting for him.

"What happened? The news is all over the place. Everyone's saying you beat Raphael to a pulp," Cedric asked.

Linley took a bite of the bread in his hand and thought about Raphael's appearance when he left. The description "beaten to a pulp" was indeed quite fitting.

He shook his head, indicating it wasn't a big deal.

"It's nothing, he just yelled at me and called me a Mudblood."

Cedric's face turned red with anger when he heard the cause of the incident.

"How could he say something like that as a Prefect of his House! What happened to his upbringing? Did he feed it to the dogs!"

Ian, also from a Muggle family, didn't yet understand what the word meant.

"What's a Mudblood?"

"It's a malicious, insulting slur. If anyone ever calls you that in the future, Ian, don't hesitate. Just point your wand at them and give them a good lesson," Cedric explained to Ian.