Draco's Imposing Bearing

Ministry of Magic.

Ludo Bagman was in his Office making final preparations, as an important meeting was coming up and many reporters would be attending.

This was a meeting regarding the construction of Magical University.

As the head of a department, he naturally had to set an example; according to Minister Scrimgeour, this was a matter of the Ministry of Magic's reputation.

A smile squeezed out of his rosy, chubby face before he walked toward a meeting hall in the Ministry of Magic.

As he walked, he pondered the minister's intentions—he understood that announcing the official start of construction on the Magical University to the public would divert everyone's attention.

However, the problem is... the Death Eaters ' series of actions in the Wizarding World have caused too much panic among the people, so announcing this at this time would probably not be of much use.

Moreover... Ludo was genuinely afraid. What if the Death Eaters attacked the Magical University later?

The minister won't be in Austria then.

Ludo thought to himself, secretly deciding that he must have a good talk with the minister, and it would be best to set up a Floo Powder network near the construction site of the Magical University.

Ludo entered the conference hall, which was not yet open to the public. Only high-ranking officials from the Ministry of Magic and some Ministry of Magic who were to be sent to Austria, mostly staff from the Department of International Magical Cooperation, were present.

"Ludo, your seat is over here." Scrimgeour was talking to the group when he saw Ludo enter. He pointed to the empty seat to the left of the head of the table, where a sign read "Ludo Bagman."

Ludo hurried over, but he didn't sit down. Instead, he waited for Scrimgeour. Only after Scrimgeour finished giving instructions to everyone and took his seat did Ludo sit down with a forced smile.

He was just about to talk to Scrimgeour about the Floo Powder network when a door in the hall opened and an old man walked in:

"Excuse me, may I bother you for a moment?"

"Professor Dumbledore?" Everyone was somewhat surprised.

"I'm sorry, Minister, I didn't inform you beforehand." Dumbledore's tone was gentle and full of apology.

Scrimgeour immediately stood up to greet him, "Don't say that, Professor. I originally wanted to invite you, but considering you might be quite busy lately, I didn't want to bother you. It's so kind of you to have time to come."

Please, have a seat. I hope you don't mind. Let me introduce you. This is Logan Zane Berne, Head of the Department of International Magical Cooperation of Austria, and this is Stefan Kovacs, Minister of Foreign Affairs of the Magical Congress...

Scrimgeour placed Dumbledore first on his left, which annoyed Ludo; how was he supposed to talk to the minister about those things now?

Despite his frustration, he still forced a smile.

This smile lasted from before the meeting began until its end, from when Scrimgeour announced the dispatched personnel, to when the reporters took photos, and finally, Scrimgeour smiled and accompanied Dumbledore back to the Minister's Office.

As for him? In the end, he was surrounded by a group of reporters who bombarded him with questions, and he had no choice but to answer them.

After all that trouble, Ludo realized a lot of time had passed, and he now needed to travel to Austria via the International Floo Network. So, with a long face, he led a group of Wizard to the newly built Floo Network room...

A large crowd gathered inside an empty classroom at Hogwarts.

If anyone could recognize them, they would notice that most of the people here are Slytherin, with a few Ravenclaw scattered around.

There were none of the Gryffindor or Hufflepuff students.

They all share a common characteristic—they are all from Pure-blood families.

At this moment, the group of Pure-blood students were all crammed into the empty classroom, seemingly waiting for someone to arrive.

They looked like someone important; they were whispering and talking incessantly.

Faintly, one could hear phrases like "Mr. Malfoy," "'that person,'" or something similar, referring to Pure-blood Supremacy.

until.

"Click--"

The classroom door opened again, and the crowd immediately quieted down, automatically parting to form a path. The thin, pale platinum-haired youth walked through the crowd to the front of the classroom.

Draco Malfoy walked to the front of the classroom, turned around, and looked imposing.

His face was paler than usual, and there was a faint bluish shadow under his eyes, as if he hadn't had a proper rest in a long time.

His expression, however, was extremely arrogant, his chin held high, his demeanor utterly haughty. If Ron had seen him, he would have definitely commented, "His expression is just asking for a beating."

However, the students here clearly wouldn't, and with Draco's arrival, the crowd quieted down.

"Everyone's here." Draco's gaze swept across the classroom, seemingly memorizing everyone's faces, before he said slowly, "Very good. It seems we are the only ones left in this school who still remember the glory of Pure-blood."

The entire Hogwarts school of Pure-blood seemed to have forgotten this incident, including many Slytherin. They forgot the glory of their ancestors, the family tradition, and the nobility of Pure-blood.

The Ministry of Magic, manipulated by Dumbledore, allowed Half-blood and Mudblood Wizard to openly challenge the authority of Pure-blood.

Over the past few years, we have been suppressed, targeted, and ostracized from important positions—all of which are their doing.

but..."

Draco paused, his tone turning cold.

"Fortunately, the Dark Lord has returned."

Despite being Pure-blood, a suppressed gasp still filled the classroom—even these Pure-blood were somewhat afraid of the Dark Lord's reputation.

"You need not be nervous," Draco raised a fist, "Because, under the leadership of the great Dark Lord, the Pure-blood will be great again!"

Under his rule, we will regain everything—money, status, Magic, for in that era, we Pure-blood will forever be the nobility!

To gain more before that era arrives, we need to work hard! We need to do something for the Dark Lord to demonstrate our loyalty!

"Malfoy," a Slytherin boy began hesitantly, "what... what are we supposed to do? I mean, my father wrote to say not to cause trouble lately, wait—"

"Wait until your father's generation finishes what they've done?" Draco interrupted him coldly. "And then what?"

"Once it's all over, you'll step forward and say to the Dark Lord, 'Yes, we've always been loyal, but nobody told us to do anything? So we didn't do anything. Do you think we can still gain your favor?'"

The Slytherin shut his mouth, his face flushed red, but he dared not refute—almost everyone present had fought Draco, but they had all discovered that Draco was not someone they could handle.

This guy's Magic abilities are terrifyingly strong. Nobody knows how he did it, but since Draco works for the Dark Lord, everyone naturally attributes Draco's power to that lord.

Draco straightened up, put his hands behind his back, stared at the crowd, and said again, "Listen..."