"You think the pure-bloods will resurrect Tom?"
Hogwarts.
Vaughn and Dumbledore had already left the Deputy Headmaster's Office. McGonagall's sitting room was right next door, making it an inconvenient place to discuss many things.
They strolled through the dim, deep corridors. Anyone who saw them would never have guessed that barely ten minutes earlier, they had been on the verge of a confrontation.
Still, Vaughn and Dumbledore had long since grown accustomed to interacting this way.
More precisely, as long as Tom was not truly dead, Dumbledore would continue to tolerate Vaughn.
After all, Tom genuinely posed a threat to humanity, whereas Vaughn had yet to show any such inclination-
When Dumbledore sighed and told Vaughn, "You will tear the world apart," it actually meant he had compromised once again.
True malice was not something people casually voiced.
Hogwarts was particularly bright that night. Even at this late hour, magical flames blazed in the torches mounted on the walls.
Their footsteps woke the portraits in the paintings, who complained to Dumbledore about when these damned Welcome Days would end. Dumbledore offered a few casual words of reassurance while answering Vaughn. "It isn't a matter of what I think. Some of them will certainly do it. You've driven them to the edge of a cliff, my dear."
"Although we've always said that everyone is equal, pure-bloods have historically used their long lineages to convince all wizards that magic originated in pure-blood bloodlines and spread from there. That is also the foundation of their special status and their right to rule."
"Once your experiments begin, if you truly discover magic protein in Muggles, the sanctity of pure-blood rule over the Wizarding World will collapse completely. Even the stupidest pure-blood knows that without the protection of that supposedly sacred birthright, the so-called pure-blood