In a place of learning like a school, there should be no high or low, noble or base
In the Headmaster's Office.
Upon hearing Dumbledore's words, Lucien thought to himself, "Just as I thought."
That eyeliner is so thick and so timely!
In the blink of an eye, from the start of his duel with Malfoy to the completion of his new Halloween decorations, only a short time had passed.
Dumbledore found out very quickly.
Well, it's also possible that Dumbledore found out about this because of Malfoy's declaration last night.
After all, there were so many people at the time, and several professors even came later.
Lucien pretended to ponder for a few seconds before saying:
"To be honest, it was a bit too short an experience to compete in magic with someone my own age for the first time."
Hearing this, Dumbledore chuckled softly, adjusted his half-moon spectacles,
"Haha, no young wizard would have your abilities at this age."
"It's normal to admit defeat quickly."
Dumbledore, then his smile deepened.
"The little snack bats you conjured up behind me were also very interesting. They gave me some inspiration. I'll try a similar magic trick next Halloween—or rather, this Christmas."
"Lucien, what kind of sweets do kids your age like?"
"Lemon Sherbet, Cockroach Cluster, Sugar Muffin, Liquorice Wands, Chocolate Frog..."
As Dumbledore list of desserts as if they were his own treasures, Lucien's lips twitched slightly.
Old Bee Deng probably just wanted to eat it himself.
Tsk, magic and potions are so convenient; you don't even have to worry about diabetes.
Whether you're old or young, as long as you can eat it and don't find it too greasy, you can eat as much as you want.
Anyway, we have Madam Pomfrey and Snape, two hard-working folks, to back us up, right?
Lucien also took note of Dumbledore's words.
I give up, little bat snack.
They found out about what happened in the Great Hall right away.
Wait a minute, Dumbledore wouldn't have used any magical powers before, let's watch the live broadcast.
Who knows what kind of magic this greatest wizard has been researching all this time?
Before Lucien could speak, McGonagall interrupted Dumbledore's "casting," her brow furrowing slightly.
"Dumbledore, don't let the children eat too much sweets; they should eat proper meals..."
But upon hearing Professor McGonagall's suggestion, Dumbledore muttered something under his breath:
"Eating candy would make me happier."
These words made Lucien chuckle.
Of the principal and vice-principal in front of him, Professor McGonagall seemed to be the one in charge, concerned about the students' studies and lives.
Dumbledore is the face of the school, its protector.
If it weren't for Dumbledore's immense fame, which deterred people from approaching him, he would probably be an old professor who would easily mingle with children.
"Lucien, the cause of your conflict this time should be the Pure-blood wizard and..."
Dumbledore hesitated for a moment, but Lucien understood what he meant and continued:
"Yeah, it's Pure-blood discrimination against Muggle-born wizard."
Lucien's candid answer surprised Dumbledore. He thought the boy would be somewhat dissatisfied and resentful, but he didn't expect him to be so straightforward and calm.
"Wizards born into Pure-blood families do indeed achieve greater success than most Muggle-born wizard due to the inheritance of knowledge, the accumulation of resources, and the hereditary talent for magic."
"So it's quite normal that they look down on or even despise Muggle-born wizard."
This blunt statement surprised both Dumbledore and McGonagall.
Dumbledore, in particular, wanted to comfort Lucien and tell him not to let such things affect him.
He was still somewhat afraid that a gifted young man would be dragged into a quagmire because of the malice of others.
Lucien sighed softly.
"In the Muggle world, even though everyone is an equal human being, and everyone is subject to birth, aging, sickness, and death, due to differences in power and wealth, many rich and powerful people may even look down on ordinary people who are working hard to make a living."
"Especially those born into wealth, they are unable to understand or empathize, even though their parents and grandparents had ordinary, simple lives."
"In the Wizarding World, aside from power and wealth, there are significant differences in the very essence of magic—this true extraordinary power—which only exacerbates the inequality and discrimination among wizards."
Upon hearing Lucien's words, Dumbledore and McGonagall exchanged bewildered glances.
This is really not something an eleven or twelve-year-old child would say.
"Of course, at Hogwarts, I feel that discrimination is relatively less prevalent."
"After all, school is a place for learning. No matter what our status or background is after leaving school, at least here, we are all students, right?"
Lucien's purpose in saying these things was actually quite simple: to make Dumbledore and the others pay more attention to the attitude displayed by those Pure-blood.
Admittedly, Dumbledore's intimidation and statements have made those Pure-blood less likely to act openly, but there are still plenty of those who outwardly comply but inwardly defy him.
I came to Hogwarts to study, so of course I want a stable environment.
As for fundamentally changing the arrogance and prejudice of those Pure-blood, we neither have the ability nor the idea at the moment.
Of course, once I've truly grown up, I believe the discrimination from so-called Pure-blood families won't dare to befall me.
If we want to change the widespread discrimination against other wizards by Pure-blood wizards...
I'll try to fundamentally promote and revise the policies when I become the headmaster of Hogwarts or the minister of the Ministry of Magic.
In fact, Dumbledore and McGonagall both understood what Lucien was trying to say and what he wanted to express.
They agree with this approach, but putting it into practice is indeed fraught with difficulties.
"Lucien, you're right. At least at school, everyone is a classmate; there's no hierarchy."
Dumbledore said solemnly.
Dumbledore genuinely surprised by Lucien's words and thoughts.
Despite being the one who was provoked and looked down upon, they were able to calmly handle the situation and make reasonable demands.
The more composed Lucien appeared, the more at ease Dumbledore felt.
After chatting for a while, Lucien said goodbye and left.
After leaving the Headmaster's Office, Lucien did not choose to return to his dormitory or go to the library.
Instead, they meandered around and eventually arrived at the door of the Potions professor's office.
In the dimly lit office.
Snape grinned, carefully applying a healing potion to his wound.
The bloody, deep wound that exposed bone was slowly healing, but it was being hindered and corroded by wisps of black mist.
This was caused by Three-Headed Dog bite.
Simple bite wounds are no big deal; Snape can heal them with ease.
The key issue is the Dark Magic curse attached to Three-Headed Dog's teeth, which greatly slows down wound healing.
"Unfortunately, the Qilin Saliva that Lucius gave us from the East was used up last time, and the remaining little, when refined into a healing potion, has limited effect; it can only remove part of the Three-Headed Dog's curse..."
thump thump thump--
Hearing the knock on the door, Snape frowned, wondering who would be visiting him on such a holiday.
He pulled down his robe to cover his legs and feet, but the touch on his wounds still made him grit his teeth in pain.
"Please come in!"