Faced with the guarantee from Allen Harris, a master of magic, Paul Greengrass had to make a tremendous effort to restrain the urge to cheer. The good news put a spark back into his eyes and lifted a great weight from his heart. Out of consideration for his own position as a former pure-blood school governor, Paul raised a hand and pretended to tidy the hair over his forehead, hiding the unnatural look on his face, and quickly brought his expression under control.
In an instant, Paul Greengrass also understood the other side's plan. The power of the school governors had now been completely carved up and scattered by Allen Harris, and as one of the leaders of this operation, his own position was truly awkward. The Pureblood families who had come with him had seen so many of their younger generation expelled, while the two children of his own family had not only come through unscathed, Harris had even agreed to treat the Blood Curse on Astoria... This was a condition he had no choice but to accept—one could even say it was exactly what he had been hoping for. Greengrass rubbed his hands in embarrassment. His gaze wandered everywhere, yet he did not dare meet the eyes of any pure-blood school governor.
"This isn't fair! Why does the Greengrass family get to come out completely unharmed?" Millicent Bulstrode seemed to have fallen into a frenzy. Her eyes blazed with fury, her teeth bit into her lip, her nostrils flared with anger, and her face was so red it looked ready to explode.
Seeing the terrifying expression his daughter had never worn before, Ben Bulstrode, who had always doted on Millicent, flushed crimson all the way to the roots of his hair. His nostrils were wide with agitation, beads