Chapter 329 "Brainwashing Him"

"Draco, I can understand what you're thinking." Sean said with a relaxed expression, not intending to be offended at all.

Draco was surprised but still explained, "I didn't mean to mean it to you."

Halfway through the talk, he felt a little regretful.

Sean chuckled and put his hand on his shoulder, "Buddy, I understand your family, so I don't expect to change your mind with a few words."

Draco moved uncomfortably. He had always felt that he didn't need to correct himself.

Sean continued, "Draco, what do you think are the advantages of pure-blood wizards?"

"Pure blood is born noble. Blood is our advantage."

Sean smiled, "Specifically, where do you think the specific advantages of pure blood are?"

Draco was stunned, and for a moment, he didn't know how to answer. When Sean asked this question, he thought it was the answer just now, and he came up subconsciously. He was a little annoyed to find that he couldn't answer it.

Talent? He did not even have the best grades like Sean and his friend Hermione.

Connections? His father had many connections with high-ranking officials in the Ministry of Magic, and even the election had come to win the support of the Malfoy family. But what about Sean, a person who has no magic background at all? How many people has he met in less than three years?

Malfoy was proud of that, but he wasn't stupid. Talk about Sean's connection. Although the Potter family is disgusting, he must admit that the family still has a certain strength in the wizarding world. As for the Longbottom family, Neville's parents were Aurors whom the Malfoy family hated but did not dare to provoke them easily. The Golden Dawn Club, founded by Sean, has attracted many outstanding wizards, and there are many purebloods in it.

Even Grindelwald, whom his father has always admired and even looked up to, also favors Sean.

Aside from talents and connections, what else can he boast about? Financial resources?

Draco looked around, trying to explain the specific advantages of pure blood, but in the end, he found sadly that blood didn't seem to prove anything. This annoyed Draco, who had always considered himself superior to others.

"What else than pure blood is born noble? This is what wizards have yearned for thousands of years! Do you understand?"

Sean put his hand on it again without hesitation and raised his brows, "I think you misunderstood something."

"Misunderstood what?" Draco asked.

"You have misunderstood the interpretation of pure blood. To be precise, many people, including your parents, your friends, and your friends' parents, have misunderstood it all." Sean slowed down his voice.

Draco glared at him immediately.

Sean smiled, "Hey, Draco, do you still remember that when I was in the second grade, I was missing for a while?"

"Why do you say that? I regretted it for a long time when you appeared again." Draco snorted coldly.

"Don't want to know where I went?"

"Who cares about that?"

Sean smiled, and he waved his wand. The classroom door was firmly locked, the curtains were drawn, and the whole room became dark. Sean's actions took aback Draco, and he immediately realized that Sean might be about to tell him some shocking secrets.

"I saw—" Sean intentionally lengthened the ending, and it was not until Draco unconsciously brought his ear closer that he gave the answer in a very low voice, "Salazar Slytherin..."

"How is it possible?!" Draco looked at Sean in panic.

Sean smiled faintly, "Of course, it can't be Salazar Slytherin himself, but I entered into his memory."

"What did you see?" Draco didn't want to believe it, but after thinking about it for a while, he realized that Sean was probably telling the truth.

He disappeared too suddenly, and the behavior of the professors at the beginning didn't look like Sean went out to perform some secret mission. He clearly remembered that Professor Dumbledore's expression was very serious on the second day of Sean's disappearance.

If Professor Dumbledore can't find Sean's whereabouts, and if it's still inside the castle, it can only be related to this situation.

Sean smiled slightly, and his voice became serious, "He told me the history of pure-blood wizards and even mentioned the Malfoy family. Like the specific location of Malfoy Manor and how they managed to hide it."

Listening to the address said by Sean, Draco's eyes widened in shock.

Their family's manor had always been hidden, and Sean couldn't have known where it was. He was telling the truth and actually met Salazar Slytherin.

"Hey, Draco, did you know that Salazar Slytherin, even in his death, had fragments of his memory scattered around the castle?"

"How is it possible?" Draco's eyes widened.

"Don't believe it? If you don't believe it, you can go to your common room at twelve o'clock in the evening, find the stained glass with the portrait of Salazar Slytherin, and observe carefully. There is a small green snake at the ankle, tap it a little, and you can hear Salazar Slytherin whispering from the past."

Draco's chest rose and fell quickly twice, with such a specific description. Even though he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he believed Sean completely.

"So, what did he say?" he asked eagerly.

Sean shook his head regretfully, "Maybe it's better that you don't know."

"Why is that?"

Sean gave a look of hesitation but finally nodded.

"He said," Sean's tone was filled with disdain and disappointment, "It's just a bunch of idiots."

"How..." The answer caught Draco by surprise.

"The later pure-bloods have forgotten the essence of being a pure blood..." Sean imitated Salazar Slytherin's old and powerful voice.

Draco swallowed nervously.

Sean stood up, "I, Salazar Slytherin, created Hogwarts, established the Chamber of Secrets, and led the wizards to start a new era. Proud of my blood, but yet!"

"The latecomers have forgotten that when noble bloodlines are born, they don't use them well. Wizards are the carriers, and bloodlines are just chips for glory."

"Ridiculous discourse and always boast about their pride, when the purebloods only have blood in their mouths, who will admit the nobility of bloodlines? The actions of these fools are tainting the status of purebloods!

Sean turned around sharply to look at Draco.

"Oh, stupid latecomer, how embarrassed are you all just pretending to be a refined wizard?"

"If I were still in this castle, I would have to find these idiots and discipline them personally one by one. You all simply defiled the purebloods!"

Sean recovered his expression and patted Draco with a dull face, "That's what he says."

After a long time, Draco sat down weakly and muttered, "How could it be..."

Sean waited for Draco to digest for a while and leaned over, "Are you okay?"

"I'm okay...just..."

"I understand that his words are not very pleasant. But I have to say, I agree with him."

Instead of glaring at Sean, Draco sank into self-doubt.

"Sean, tell me..." He didn't say the rest of the words.

Sean saw through Draco's mind at a glance. He sat down and looked directly into his eyes, "Draco, let me explain. I don't agree with your definition of being a noble, but I think you're trying to do better and be more worthy of the bloodline you are proud of."

Draco looked at him. Sean smiled slightly, "Think about it, Draco. Let's look at the example, Umbridge."

"Is she a pure-blood wizard? Isn't her behavior also favoring pure-blood wizards?"

Draco nodded.

"Think about it," Sean smiled, "Put aside her biased thoughts and just think about her methods. You've seen it all, and have you ever wondered why I went to the Slytherin table and looked for you first?"

Without waiting for Draco to think, Sean said immediately, "Because I know you can understand me, you are smart enough, and you know that. At Hogwarts, in front of the glory of the Slytherin house, in the oldest and most powerful house in the castle representing purity, is she worthy of standing in that position? Is she worthy of ordering us for the future of the wizarding world?"

"You clearly know that she doesn't deserve it, right?" Sean continued, "I believe that if you and I switch places, you can quickly remember that you can also stand in the middle of the hall and cheer for your classmates."

Draco's breathing became a little short, and he couldn't help but visualize the picture Sean described in his mind.

He understood it quickly. How could she be worthy of commanding a great Slytherin student?

Sean's voice penetrated into Draco's ears like magic, "Think about it, that Ottoman. You know that he thinks he's better than me, right? Just because of Umbridge's favor, how stupid is he to stand on the opposite side of the whole school and think of bringing more of your Slytherin colleagues to that side? He is destroying the ancient glory that you're trying to preserve."

"That's right, he's an idiot." Draco gritted his teeth.

Sean smiled, and he continued to persuade him, "Draco, after knowing this and thinking everything through, can you understand what he meant?"

Draco hesitated slightly, "Recover the glory of Slytherin?"

"As expected from you," Sean didn't hide the admiration in his eyes, "All you have to do is regain your glory."

"But, what should I do?" He hesitated.

Sean raised his eyebrows, "It happens that I am very good at making friends, and I would rather tell you this than other Slytherin students."

"Because I know that you are eager to prove yourself and prove a fact that you are worthy of the glory, and you will not disappoint him."

"Sean..." Draco was completely moved.

He looked at Sean with eagerness in his eyes.

"Hey, listen, when we first met..." Draco was a little embarrassed, his voice drawn slowly.

Sean waved his hand casually, "It's just a small misunderstanding. You don't think I'll take it to heart, do you?"

Draco exhaled. He was relieved, it was a bit difficult for him to apologize to others, but fortunately, Sean is really a friend worth making.

"Then what should I do?" He asked eagerly.

Sean smiled, moved to the other side, and whispered.

After a while, Draco was up because of the plan Sean had described. He took a deep breath and let himself return to that arrogant appearance.

"See you next time."

Sean smiled and waved, "I'll be waiting for your good news."

When Draco left for a while, Sean walked out of the classroom. Not long after Sean left, a stone wall in the corridor outside the classroom squirmed.

Fabian appeared with a sneer on his face.