No Pure-blood Wizards Hired

Although the term "blood discrimination" cannot be mentioned in the Wizarding World, every wizard living in the Wizarding World is actually well aware of it.

"Hahaha, Mudblood, I knew it!" A very thin, sunken-cheeked, and seemingly weak Pure-blood wizard ran to the right side with great pride.

"Mudblood, I knew it! How could we possibly work with a bunch of filthy scum? Now it seems you should all just go back to the slums!"

Many down-on-their-luck purebloods wear pride and self-satisfaction on their faces, because their noble bloodline can even play a decisive role when applying for jobs.

In an instant, a number of down-on-their-luck purebloods, putting on airs and mocking the Muggle-born, swaggered over to the right.

When they bump into a familiar pureblood, they will greet each other very warmly.

"Oh, Holliday, greetings!" With that, the down-on-his-luck pureblood patted his robe with great air, stepped forward with his left foot, patted his shoulder, and bowed slightly, performing a very complicated aristocratic etiquette.

The wizard named Holliday was also very pleased with himself and repeated the aristocratic etiquette.

They are purebloods. Even if they live in poverty, wearing their grandfather's clothes and their father's shoes, their noble bloodline will still be evident.

I'll definitely stand tall, give you a thumbs up, and tell you all about it for three days and three nights!

Several Pure-blood wizard gathered together, looking disdainfully at the Muggle-born on the left, and began to talk animatedly:

"I knew it! How could such a big company hire mud scum as employees? Turns out they were just there to make up the numbers!"

"Exactly, a bunch of Mudblood, do they deserve such good treatment?"

"Yes, only we purebloods are the masters of the Wizarding World; these Mudblood are nothing but our servants!"

Various discriminatory remarks constantly reached the ears of the Muggle-born.

All the Muggle-born were furious, feeling a burning rage in their chests, wishing they could rush up and kill those self-righteous purebloods.

However, they forced themselves to endure it, because there weren't many purebloods who came to apply.

In fact, in the Wizarding World, the more impoverished pure-blooded individuals are, the more particular they become about their appearance. Unless they are truly starving and cannot afford to eat, they will absolutely not go out to work.

Because they are pure-blooded lords, how could they do such lowly work?

Although the Muggle-born felt deeply humiliated, they endured it. The purebloods on the right side numbered only about 400, meaning they still had a chance to get jobs.

Even though the number of openings has been reduced by almost half, there are simply too few jobs in the Wizarding World. Many people are even coming on an empty stomach. They desperately need these jobs and can only silently endure them, not daring to cause trouble for fear of being kicked out.

At this moment, some Pure-blood wizard also noticed the issue of numbers, and one of the middle-aged pure-blood wizards showed displeasure.

"What's going on? Why are there still 600 vacant positions? Does this mean we're going to have to work with these Mudblood?"

"No, I have to go find the factory manager! I absolutely cannot work with these filthy bastards!"

As he spoke, this middle-aged pureblood actually found Leona in front of everyone.

"Greetings, Factory Director!" the middle-aged pure-blooded man said obsequiously. "I am a descendant of the Fu Lei Family!"

Leona, puzzled, frowned. "What's wrong?"

Seeing this, the middle-aged pureblood pointed at the group of Muggle-born below the stage and said loudly, "Factory Manager, I noticed that even after hiring all of our purebloods, there are still more than 600 vacant positions."

"How could we, the noble purebloods, possibly work alongside these filthy Mudblood? Therefore, please, you absolutely cannot hire them!"

The moment he finished speaking, the Muggle-born in the audience were furious, wishing they could devour this pure-blooded middle-aged man alive.

Even though they had been so patient, these purebloods still wouldn't let them go!

Leona's expression turned sneer, and he said indifferently, "Oh, really? What if I disagree?"

"Disagree?" The middle-aged pureblood's expression froze. He glanced back at the purebloods who supported him, and suddenly felt courageous enough to say, "Factory Manager, please don't hire those filthy Mudblood. If you hire them, we will..."

He hesitated, unsure if saying this would anger the important figure before him.

"Protest!" a loud shout suddenly came from the audience.

A pure-blooded unemployed youth stepped forward and shouted, "We will protest unless all the mud... Muggle-born are driven out, or their treatment is reduced—they don't deserve the same treatment as us!"

"Hahaha!" Leona suddenly laughed in exasperation.

To my surprise, even after being imprisoned for so long, the pure-blooded wizards in the Wizarding World are still as foolish and arrogant as ever.

Seeing Leona smile, some people thought that Leona agreed with their statement and were very pleased with himself.

To everyone's surprise, Leona's smile turned cold, "Who said I wanted to hire a bunch of filthy pureblood parasites?"

Everyone's smiles froze, and they stared at Leona in disbelief.

"Now, gentlemen on the right, you can all go back and wait for further notice. Those on the left, stay and continue with the interviews!"

"..."

Everyone was furious. "Go back and wait for notification!" they thought. "Damn it, you didn't even write down their names, and you're telling them to go back and wait for notification? What the hell are they waiting for?"

The Pure-blood wizard angrily berated Leona and demanded an explanation from Leona.

Leona didn't tolerate their behavior. He clapped his hands, and a group of wizards dressed as security guards immediately rushed into the Great Hall.

He picked up a stick and gave the group of purebloods a brutal beating.

"What? You dare to pull out your wand and fight back?"

The Azkaban students, their faces filled with murderous intent, immediately cast a Stupor Spell on him, knocking him unconscious, and then patiently dragged him into the adjacent storeroom.

It won't be long before another person goes missing in the Wizarding World.

After all the Pure-blood wizard had been driven away, Leona said, "From now on, our Bide Rocket Crossbow Superfactory will only recruit Muggle-born!"

"Good!"

The applause was deafening; every Muggle-born clapped until their hands were red.

Backstage, Lester watched the group of Muggle-born with great satisfaction.

Actually, it was he who issued the order to recruit only Muggle-born; there was no other reason than to ensure that every worker was of impeccable lineage!

It's important to understand that a young wizard often represents a wizarding family. Even the first generation of Muggle-born would marry and have children.

At that time, these wizards who work for him will be his most loyal followers in the Wizarding World.

Even if Dumbledore dares to overturn the table, I'm not afraid. At worst, the entire Wizarding World will go on strike and protest.

He simply couldn't believe that Dumbledore would stand by and watch the entire Wizarding World be plunged into chaos and destruction.