"Wizards are a people who wield supernatural powers, so why is your attitude toward Muggles so completely different from ours?"
When Malfoy asked that question, Zhang Xiao suddenly remembered a film he had watched in his previous life.
When a blind man who dreamed of becoming a Xialan was invited to become one, he said:
"Being a Xialan isn't what matters. What matters is whether you stand up when you're needed. As long as justice lives in your heart, Xialan are everywhere."
Zhang Xiao smiled faintly and repeated something Zhang Chengdao had also said:
"Whether we possess supernatural powers isn't what matters. What matters is that we always recognize ourselves as human, whether we become perfected beings, celestial beings, or even immortals.
Our roots will always be human."
He stopped there, giving Malfoy time to think it over, while he looked around the Slytherin Common Room, which he had not seen in quite some time.
There were hardly any students left in the spacious Common Room, apart from a few newly arrived first-years whose boundless curiosity drove them to explore everything their house had to offer.
Three of this year's Slytherin first-years came from Muggle or half-blood families.
Unlike the miserable experiences Davis and the others had suffered last year, these newcomers had not been subjected to a single insult-something entirely unprecedented.
Even the most extreme pure-bloods had to weigh the consequences of angering Zhang Xiao in light of the outrageous rumor that "Zhang single-handedly killed hundreds of thousands of spiders."
This change left all the non-pure-blood wizards in Slytherin increasingly encouraged, and convinced that this vile tradition, which had persisted for centuries, would someday be swept into the rubbish heap for good.
So they had taken it upon themselves to seek out those young wizards and have a sincere