Hogwarts's Incompetence

The professors received the news quickly.

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

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

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

Lynn lowered his head and said nothing. Of course, he did not think Snape was praising him. There had not even been a system judgment. He still had not received that single talent point supposedly awarded for praise from the Potions class professor.

"A Petrificus Totalus from an upper-year Defense Against the Dark Arts spell, along with seven Dark spells, all cast by a first-year student. Should I call you a genius?"

At that moment, Lynn really wanted to put his hands on his hips and reply that of course Snape should praise him.

But unfortunately, he was timid. Harry Potter might have been able to pull something like that off, but if it were Lynn... all he could say was that if he dared say it, Snape would dare make him die.

Snape was angry at the moment, but no matter what, Lynn was an outstanding student from his House. He would not deny him even a chance to explain himself.

"Hmph. Why have you suddenly gone mute? Tell me, what did you fight over?"

Lynn was not pretending to be pitiful this time, nor was he wearing that title capable of influencing a professor's emotions.

He fell silent for a moment, then raised his head and asked with a puzzled yet earnest gaze.

"Professor, are pure-bloods really that far above everyone else?"

Snape was stunned by Lynn's question.

"Do young wizards from pure-blood families really have more of a sense of superiority than young wizards from Muggle families?"

Snape remained silent.

"If discrimination is already this severe at Hogwarts, then what about outside? Is the wizarding world across this island of Great Britain the same? Do all wizards in this world think this way?"

"Throughout the whole of magical history, more than one Dark Lord has sought to conquer Muggles and place pure-blood wizards in control of the world. Then what about all those people who have always been oppressed? Has no one ever felt that this was unfair to them?"

In Snape's office, Lynn's questions were like the sole lit candle in the darkness, utterly out of place with everything around them.

Snape had no way to answer his questions. Even if Dumbledore had been there, he probably would not have been able to answer them either.

In the end, Snape let him leave without mentioning punishment. From Lynn's questions, he could roughly guess how the conflict had begun.

After leaving Snape's office, Lynn headed toward the Great Hall.

He had not asked those questions to win Snape's sympathy. They had simply come from his feelings about what had happened.

In his previous life, the Harry Potter series had merely been children's literature, beautifully depicting the story of the savior Harry Potter and his companions saving the British wizarding world.

But after truly coming to this world and encountering its people and events, Lynn could not help deeply considering why, within a mere century, two Dark Lords who were leaders of such extreme nationalism had emerged from a wizarding population already so scarce.

Whether it was Grindelwald or Voldemort, both naturally divided wizards and Muggles into two separate species. They believed the conflict between them was irreconcilable, and that only war and conquest could create a better future for wizards.

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

So what was the cause behind such ideas, or rather, such conflicts?

Lynn already had an answer in his heart.

So-called magical academies only taught the new generation of young wizards magic, without guiding their thinking.

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

Once wizards from Muggle families became wizards, it was equivalent to joining a new society.

Yet Hogwarts, as an educational institution, had not even established a course in ideological education or moral education to guide these newcomers' values in the new society of the wizarding world.

As a result, the backward, discriminatory, feudal ideas of pure-blood families became the mainstream beliefs of the wizarding world, naturally continuing to influence generation after generation.

Under the guidance of such mainstream beliefs, blood discrimination became widespread, pure-blood superiority took shape, and Dark Lords representing extreme nationalism emerged one after another.

Hogwarts absolutely bore the primary responsibility for this.

Not only did it fail to make guiding students' beliefs its purpose, it instead used the Sorting Hat at the very beginning of the school year to divide students into Houses according to their personalities.

Perhaps the ancient founders had enjoyed teaching students with personalities similar to their own, but in a normal educational system, this was absolutely not a good thing.

If a society's education system lacked ideological education, that society would inevitably develop into an unhealthy one.

Though the castle now appeared peaceful and quiet, filled everywhere with the laughter of young wizards.

From Lynn's perspective as an educator in his previous life, Hogwarts, as a school, only taught books and not people. It was clearly incompetent!

By dinnertime, the events of the afternoon had evidently spread throughout Hogwarts.

After Lynn entered the Great Hall, the gazes of many young wizards naturally gathered on him.

Their eyes held emotions that were difficult to describe: surprise, curiosity, disgust, excitement, and fear.

Lynn did not care what they thought. He was hungry now and simply wanted something to eat.

As usual, he sat at the Ravenclaw table, where Cedric and Ian had specifically waited for him.

"What happened? The whole thing has spread like wildfire. Everyone says you tortured Raphael until he barely looked human," Cedric asked.

Lynn took a bite of the bread in his hand and thought about how Raphael had looked when he left. Barely looked human was indeed an apt description.

He shook his head, indicating that it was nothing serious.

"It was nothing. He just cursed me out and called me a Mudblood."

Upon hearing what had caused it, Cedric's face reddened with anger.

"How could a prefect of a House say something like that! Where were his manners? Did he feed them to the dogs?"

Ian was also from a Muggle family, and he still did not understand what the word meant.

"What is a Mudblood?"

"It's a malicious, insulting slur. If anyone ever calls you that, Ian, don't hesitate. Point your wand at them and teach them a harsh lesson."

Cedric explained to Ian.