Hogwarts Mental Rehabilitation Center

Travis and Draco were both happy as they ate and chatted, although they definitely felt happy in different ways.

Until Draco talked about the mudblood again, which made Travis frown.

"Mudblood is not a good word. What is your definition of mudblood?" Travis asked while eating grapes.

"Mudbloods are wizards whose parents are Muggles. Everyone in the wizarding world knows this," Draco said.

"So are your parents Muggles?"

Draco's eyes widened momentarily.

"Of course not everyone in my family is a wizard."

"What about your parents' parents?"

"Of course my parents' parents were wizards too"

"What about your parents' parents' parents?"

"Of course my parents' parents were also wizards."

When the infinite matryoshka doll reached more than ten levels, Draco hesitated.

"This is not mentioned in my family's genealogy." Draco said hesitantly.

"Look" Travis spread his hands: "As long as you push forward far enough, all wizards are actually descendants of Mudbloods."

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Draco slammed the table, his face turning red instantly.

"As long as all family members within the three direct generations are wizards, then they are pure-blood wizards."

Travis peeled the grapes in his hands slowly and unaffectedly.

"As far as I know, the definition of a pure-blood family was much stricter than it is now. If your ancestors were still alive, would they disagree with the current pure-blood family?" Travis asked.

Draco immediately shook his head: "No, our Malfoy family is a pure-blood family among pure-blood families, the purest pure-blood family."

"That doesn't change the fact that your ancestors are Mudbloods. After all, the first wizards couldn't have jumped out of the cracks in the rocks. They will always have Muggle parents."

Draco's face had turned the color of pig's liver, and he was about to go into the kitchen and use it as food.

"Artificial division of classes is to allow people of higher classes to enjoy privileges, but it is not to show off one's power, because times have changed."

Travis waved his hand for Draco to sit down.

"There are more and more Muggle-born wizards in the wizarding world. Do you know why?"

Draco's expression changed for a while, but in the end it seemed that his curiosity got the best of him, so he sat down again.

"Why" Draco asked.

"Because there are more and more people in the Muggle world and the population base has increased, the probability of wizards appearing will naturally increase."

"not to mention"

Travis smiled and threw the peeled grapes into his mouth.

"As long as wizards marry Muggles, the probability of wizards appearing in the Muggle world in the future will increase."

"Therefore, there will be more and more Muggle-born wizards in the wizarding world in the future. If you pure-blood families really think about the future of your family, what you need to do is to deal with Muggle-born wizards well, and If you don't fight against Muggle-born wizards, you will definitely lose miserably."

"Humph"

Draco raised his head and snorted.

"That's just the current situation, once the one returns"

"You mean the mysterious man"

Draco nodded proudly.

"What will happen if he comes back?"

Travis asked, twitching his fingers at Draco to signal him to come closer, while taking out a whole lemon from the fruit bowl on the table.

"Assume this lemon is the mysterious man"

Travis pulled the grapes from another plate over and took a grape from it.

"This grape represents an ordinary adult wizard. Can this grape beat this lemon?"

Draco came back to his senses in shock, looked at the lemons and grapes on the table and shook his head after thinking about it.

"It's impossible. The gap between them is too big. That one's strength is terrifying," Draco said.

Travis nodded, took another grape, and placed it on the other side of the lemon so that the lemon was sandwiched between the two grapes.

"Assuming that the two grape wizards use less powerful spells at the same time, and assuming that they use the sleeping spell at the same time, can the lemon wizard deal with it?" Travis asked.

"Of course, the gap between that person's strength and that of an ordinary wizard is much greater than the gap between this lemon and a grape."

Draco said excitedly. Maybe he didn't realize it. His voice was trembling a little when he said this. He was excited, but besides the excitement, there seemed to be a trace of inexplicable emotion.

"So now, has he been able to fight?"

Travis took two more grapes and placed them on the other sides of the lemon this time. The lemon was completely sandwiched between the four grapes.

This time Draco hesitated for a moment and then nodded very vigorously, not sure whether he was convinced or convinced.

Travis smiled nasally at Draco's performance, grabbed a handful of nearly ten grapes and scattered them around the lemon.

"now what"

Travis rested his elbows on the table, crossed his hands and looked at Draco with interest, waiting for Draco's answer.

Draco was silent for a long time and shook his head.

"This is impossible. That person can't be surrounded by so many people. What's more, that person is not alone. He has many followers called Death Eaters. My father once was"

Draco suddenly fell silent again.

"You seem to have forgotten that ten years have passed. Muggle-born wizards now account for the vast majority of the wizarding world today. They now have an absolute advantage in numbers. The Sleeping Curse is not a spell that is too difficult to master."

"As for not being surrounded by people"

Travis picked at the plate with lemons and specifically picked a slightly smaller lemon.

"Mr. Dumbledore is not much weaker than him, and may even be stronger. Mr. Dumbledore held him back, and other wizards swarmed him. Can he be beaten?"

Draco was completely silent this time.

"This is a war that is doomed to fail. It is a desperate move by pure-blood advocates who do not want to give up their privileges. It is tragic but also stupid."

Travis took the napkin on the side and wiped his mouth. He was ready to end the topic.

"There is only one way for the future of pure-blood wizards and Muggle-born wizards, and that is cooperation. You can consider it."

"Think about your father, think about your father's father. Did they bring any real glory to the family? I guess they just slowed down the flow of glory throughout their lives."

"As the future heir of the Malfoy family, one of the oldest pure-blood families, do you want to live under the control of the older generation for the rest of your life, waiting to inherit the family and continue to support the illusory glory, or do you want to broaden your horizons and focus on the future for Malfoy? Bringing true glory to the family and becoming the greatest change-makers in the history of the Malfoy family and indeed all pure-blood families."

"Times have changed, and a huge opportunity is right in front of you."

Travis stood up and picked up Meowth, who was still awake, patted the shoulder of Draco who was deep in thought and left with satisfaction.

There is nothing happier than fooling children