In this Hogwarts without a savior

Chapter 535. 533. A Chance of Redemption

Draco silently ate the salad on his plate.

After that big trial, these surviving pure-blood students didn't actually suffer much harsh punishment.

After completing the labor of being judged, Wu Pingxian treated them no differently from ordinary students.

If the grade is not enough, you can continue to attend classes, and if you have reached the graduation requirements, you can choose to work or stay at home according to your own wishes.

No one in the entire Wuping Line wanted to take them out as chips as a threat. Draco knew that it was not because none of these people had thought of this, nor had they not discovered what these proton-like existences could do. kind of effect.

It's just that these organizations, grown out of a school, don't bother to use a child's life as a threat.

This kind of behavior is stupid in the eyes of some people, and it also makes the mood of some people very complicated.

Draco was quite confused about this.

He is not a heinous villain in essence. His previous knowledge of this world was conveyed to him by his family and the magical society he lived in.

Pure blood should be superior, mixed blood is bastard, mudblood is not even human.

These words are almost equivalent to the truth that has been verified countless times in his life.

But he, Lucius, also taught him the positive principles of caring for his family, and after being taken to the Hogwarts carriage, he really began to reflect on this issue seriously.

For wizards, does blood really make a difference?
If wizards with blood were born noble, how could they have been caught here?How could Jon Green, such a clear-cut asshole, put so many pure blood under his feet?
Draco began to think about this, but at the same time he couldn't dispel his inner worries.

Of course he is aware of Wu Pingxian's situation now. There is no way to hide the situation. Some purebloods are already secretly excited about it, and they feel that they will be rescued soon.

Some people felt very nervous and terrified, they were afraid that Wu Pingxian would be defeated in the end, and all of them would be killed on the eve of failure.

Draco didn't think about this, he didn't seem to have considered Wu Pingxian's failure at all.

He didn't have any concept of Dumbledore's existence, but he had a strange feeling for Jon.

This emotion has fear, disgust, hatred, and a trace of admiration that cannot be erased.

People outside think that if Dumbledore is dead, Wu Pingxian will be gone, but Draco feels that as long as Jon is not dead, the British Ministry of Magic led by Voldemort will never be able to completely secure the victory. Jon The news that Voldemort had been killed more than once was certainly not a baseless lie.

So Draco was worried about his parents, he was tired of this war and feared that his family might die.

And when Draco was thinking about this while eating, he suddenly saw a person out of the corner of his eye.

That was Jon who did not know when he appeared in the restaurant.

He is sitting with a girl with chestnut hair. It is obvious that Jon is a child from the outside. The age difference between the two is almost doubled, but it can be clearly seen that Jon is the one who occupies dominant person.

"...Unexpectedly, you in another world are actually in Beauxbatons. It's a pity that I didn't have the opportunity to meet the other you at that time."

Hermione wrinkled her nose as Jon sighed.

"There is no need to see each other. We have completely different experiences. We are the same person in name, but we are actually two different individuals. We cannot be treated as one person."

Jon blinked and ate the sausage, pretending to be puzzled.

"Why is today's lunch so sour? No way? No one will eat their own vinegar?"

Hermione was stunned for a moment, and then she realized that she wanted to grab Jon's face with all her teeth and claws, but Jon laughed and turned sideways to avoid it.

Then, he caught Draco's gaze.

When the eyes of the two met in the air, Draco avoided subconsciously.

He nervously continued to look at the vegetable salad in front of him, pretending that he didn't notice Jon from the beginning.

But obviously, Jon didn't mean to do what he wanted.

After explaining a few words to Hermione, Jon, who finally managed to find time to relax for a noon, left his seat and sat next to Draco with a plate.

Feeling that there was someone beside him that he didn't want to face at all, Draco was visibly fidgeting.

Jon asked casually as if he didn't feel his mood.

"Lunch is so light? Would you like a piece of pork chop?"

"No thanks, I, I don't really want to eat"

"Have a bad appetite? You shouldn't. According to the recent wind direction, you should have a big appetite, or do you feel that you will be out of the sea of ​​suffering soon, and you don't like the food here anymore?"

Draco couldn't figure out what Jon meant in his words, he hurriedly explained.

"No. I have no such idea"

Jon seemed to just say it casually, not really asking any questions, but comforting Draco instead.

"Don't be so nervous. I'm not a man-eating devil. I remember that the rumors spread in that castle were all spread by your own people, right? Could it be that you deceived yourself? "

Draco bowed his head completely, apologizing in a tone he had never pleaded before.

"sorry."

"There's nothing I'm sorry for. You've already paid for your mistakes, so don't be so afraid. I'm not here to pursue the things you've done, but there's one thing I want to know the answer from you."

Jon put down the knife and fork in his hand, and he stared into Draco's eyes.

Draco subconsciously wanted to avoid his gaze again, but the question Jon asked immediately made him turn his head again.

"Do you still remember what you said to me?"

Draco looked at Jon, he opened his mouth, his voice trembling.

"you"

Jon's voice was calm, and this time there was no more joking tone.

"There is a chance, a chance to help your parents survive. Of course, as I said before, the things your father did, according to the standards of the Judgment Conference, are enough for him to die ten times, so this can make him The opportunity to make amends is not that simple, you have to think about whether you want to promise me."

　Tomorrow is also normal
　　
　
(End of this chapter)