curse the world at hogwarts

Mr. Parkinson is not a fool. He knows that Rhine's goal for the pure-blood faction will be absolutely crushed from beginning to end.

But before the night of digging a hole for Selwyn, he had some small expectations, hoping that Rhine would be accommodating to the pure-blood family that was attached to him.

After that, he understood that Rhine must destroy the Holy Race and even the concept of pure blood.

Looking at the mob in front of him, as well as Hannibal Lecter who had surrendered to the Rhine at some point, Mr. Parkinson dissipated his little unwillingness into nothing.

Even this kind of devil is tolerated, and Rheinland will not liquidate a mere Parkinson in the future.

But even this kind of demon can be tolerated. The risk Rhine takes for this requires the reward.

After all, Parkinson is not Dumbledore, he doesn't have so many moral obsessions, and he also knows the importance of having a backbone to do the dirty work.

He even somewhat praised Rhine's vision——

To be able to obtain the service of such a person with no retreat, in terms of means and risks, it can be said that it exceeds Voldemort's method of purely using violence as a threat.

Mr. Parkinson did not know that his thinking had become dangerous.

Infected by Rhine, he began to despise Voldemort.

"Everyone!"

After the excitement of the scumbags subsided, Mr. Parkinson put on an approachable smile and greeted everyone.

“Everyone has done a very hard and good job in the past year!”

"To be able to fight so far for the great pure-blood ideal in such a precarious environment..."

"I and the entire holy clan I represent are very happy!"

The scum were in an uproar again.

Being able to receive such recognition from the Saint Clan makes my life... worth it!

Furthermore, everyone can relate to Mr. Parkinson’s words.

Think about what the magical world is now?

Hogwarts is suppressed by Dumbledore, and the outside world has the pretense of the wizarding world. From time to time, there will be an active atmosphere of hunting the dead, which severely affects their "idealism" of dreaming that the world will return to the jungle age, and everyone will fight to the death for animal desires. By".

They are bitter!

Don’t you just want to eat well and be too lazy to cook?

Don’t you just want to get something for nothing?

Don't you just want to take advantage of it?

Those "vulgar" people who live a life that is not exciting at all have tolerated all the tortures of life, career, and family. Why can't they be tolerated sitting on their heads and tyrannizing?

Although we are wizards, we are also Angsa!

Can traditional arts be lost?

"Mr. Parkinson, tell me!"

There is a voice expressing loyalty among the scum, which is called "loyalty to the liver and righteousness to the courage".

"We will do whatever you ask us to do, even if we go up the mountain of swords and go down the frying pan!"

"Well said, sir!"

Mr. Parkinson nodded frequently with an expression of appreciation on his face.

"I am very optimistic about your future within the organization. May I ask..."

Among the scum, a guy with a square face and a flat head stepped out, wearing a military green T-shirt and a jacket of the same color.

"Our name is Zeliansky. If you have anything to say, please speak to me!"

What a good dog!

Mr. Parkinson nodded and then addressed everyone.

"Our hope is very simple, that is, before the time is ripe, everyone still needs to sit back and wait for the opportunity!"

"..."

The scum suddenly fell into silence.

What the hell?

After waiting for so long and with so much anticipation, are you looking forward to a "peaceful hibernation"?

Why do you still need to call for help?

I have been dormant in Kwantai Alley for half my life, just waiting for you gentlemen to rise up and grab money, food, and women!

"I know……"

Of course, Mr. Parkinson had anticipated this reaction and immediately added with a smile.

"People may think I'm talking empty words."

"But... everyone must believe in our determination to pursue a pure wizarding society!"

"This is the most fundamental interest requirement of the pure-blood saints, and we will not give you a blank check in this regard!"

The scumbags were right.

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But pure-blood saints want to eat and drink, so why do they do these things?

Isn't it just for the "nobility" of pure blood to last forever?

Seeing that the resistance of the scum began to loosen, Mr. Parkinson quickly added while the iron was hot.

"And, we're very difficult."

"Like Dumbledore, Bones, Rhine... they are three big mountains that are weighing on our heads. They cannot be knocked down easily."

Moreover, they are still my real bosses, how can I allow you to be so serious as to overthrow them?

"But opportunities always belong to those who are prepared. All our preparations today are to welcome the moment of turnaround!"

As he spoke, Mr. Parkinson put on a mysterious expression and deliberately lowered his voice to seduce the curiosity of the scum.

"I can reveal a little bit..."

"The person who once sacrificed everything for us and powerfully suppressed the impure forces in the magic world..."

"Still planning for the day when I can return..."

"That's the day we really turn over..."

???

The scumbags were stunned for a moment, then a look of realization appeared on their faces, and then they began to whisper among themselves.

It was a chaotic scene, but Mr. Parkinson thought he had done a pretty good job.

Take your guess!

There must be some who have guessed it, and there must be some who have guessed it wrong...

For example, there is a man with a loud voice who is very powerful. Mr. Parkinson actually heard him guessing that he was talking about Grindelwald?

For a moment, Mr. Parkinson actually had a faint feeling of cherishing talents, thinking that he should give this dear friend some extra care?

Was he right?

Maybe not.

Did he guess wrong?

It doesn't seem to have either.

Isn’t there a Grindelwald behind our scenes?

But with the current mentality of the big boss, the first person to be killed may be an unstable element like you who destroys the connection between wizards and Muggle society.

Recalling that in order to completely reassure him, Rhine directly invited Grindelwald in front of him and made a statement, Mr. Parkinson had to sigh——

Things are unpredictable, and sometimes the world is so careless.

Even these big guys have begun to switch their life ideals at will. The so-called "pure blood"...

Do you really need to be so persistent?

The collapse of thinking often starts from a small crack.

Mr. Parkinson's heart has begun to crack completely at this moment.

……

"We can't let these scumbags sit idle, and we can't let them target ordinary wizards."

"So we need to engage in industry competition and industry involution, let this vitality society attack other vitality societies, and finally achieve the unification of vitality societies..."

"At that time, even if Lao Fu wants to win over other forces, there will be no force for him to do so."

Rhine's plan is not complicated to say.

But Lucius Malfoy, who was by his side at the moment, showed a wry smile.

"You also forgot to tell us that from today on, what they did will be blamed on the pure-blood saints."

"One Selwyn, a few dead lives... It seems that your appetite is not satisfied!"

Rhine nodded, then shook his head.

"If possible, I don't want to fight with anyone, let alone kill them all."

"But I have to do it."

"One...is for the goals we have to advance to change the world."

"Another...history tells us that if you don't drive them all out, you will be wiped out."

Rhine looked at Lucius's pale face, and it seemed that he could see the consequences if he didn't persist.

"If we don't kill them all, how can we still call them Ansa?"

Can traditional arts be lost?

Rhine and the scum have achieved something inexplicable but wrong...

"Consistent".