HP: Hogwarts, but pro-generation

When Xia talked about the great deeds of Ander and James, Lillian and the others felt the same way. They gave Gordy a meaningful look, but Gordy didn't care. He said proudly, "But they are full of courage, which will make them fearless of many difficulties."

Xia thought of James and the others' original ending, and said firmly: "Yes, they will."

Realizing that the emotion Xia expressed was not a relaxed one, and that something had obviously happened or was foreseeable to happen, several portraits guessed that after several centuries, the wizarding world did not seem to be at peace.

Lillian wanted to ask Xia directly if she had encountered any bad things, but it was not a safe choice to ask rashly. She had to change her way of saying: "If there is something, you must tell us. Although we are just portraits, our memory of magic has not decreased."

Xia thanked Lillian for her kindness and said frankly that she would definitely seek help as soon as possible, just like now, she asked them a question.

"What do we think of Muggles?"

Godi held his chin in his hand and thought seriously. "You know, we live in an era when wizards are being massacred, so our opinions don't seem to be helpful to you."

"Why do you say that?"

"Since you can ask this question, it means that you have already made your own measurement in your heart. Our views will not change anything. This is the first point. Secondly, I believe that no matter which race or group it is, there will definitely be changes after a few centuries. As for whether it is for the better or for the worse, it is hard to say. But for now, Xia, you didn't show any abnormal emotions when you mentioned them, I think it is likely to be in a good direction." Gordie explained patiently.

"Why not because I'm numb to them and don't care if they live or die?"

"Oh, Xia, you have to know that Priest wouldn't have such a bad idea." Lillian explained this on behalf of Gordie, and, "Dear, you are not that kind of person, we all know it."

Xia admitted that they were right. Although they were just portraits, they still had their own thoughts and considerations. Xia guessed that it might be because they used special magic on the portraits, making them more than just ordinary portraits. Xia felt that it was more like using a mirror to allow her to truly chat with the great wizards of the Middle Ages.

Everyone agreed with Gordie except Sarah, who was the only one who hadn't spoken yet.

Xia turned her gaze to Sarah, who said helplessly, "I don't know what you think of me now, but in our time, I did not have a good impression of Muggles."

"What about Muggle-born wizards? Are they also being killed?"

Xia asked this question to Sarah, and it was obvious that Xia's initial question was just to get an answer from Sarah.

It seems that the problem lies with Slytherin? They all thought at the same time, but they didn't know to what extent the problem was.

Gordie thought to himself: Could it be that all the Slytherins have left?

Sarah glanced at Gordy and said coldly: "Take back those messy thoughts in your mind/"

Gordie laughed awkwardly twice. He noticed that Xia used the words "also" and "kill them all".

Those two words together were not a good thing, Gordie thought, and he was sure the others had noticed it, too.

Sure enough, the next second, Sarah said calmly: "I have never thought of this. Wizards are a small group. If there were no wizards of Muggle descent, it would be impossible to survive to this day relying solely on pure blood. What's more..."

"What's more, there are great risks in relying solely on pure blood to continue the offspring." Rona's and Sarah's voices overlapped. She tucked her hair behind her ears, and her voice was steady and powerful, making people believe every word she said: "Wizards have one more thing to do than Muggles to continue their offspring, that is, the continuation of magic - magic must first be integrated, and it can only be passed on to young wizards after there is no rejection. In other words, a large part of the magic of young wizards comes from their parents, and the wizards we usually think of as Muggle-borns may also have magic in their ancestors, but their parents did not show it."

Sarah nodded, and he responded: "That's why I said that I never had the idea of ​​'killing them all'. Even dark wizards would think that this is a cruel thing. Killing them all is never a solution to the problem. I will only get rid of those who I don't like or who cross my bottom line, but that only makes them lose their ability..."

Sarah seemed to want to continue explaining who he would get rid of, but Heer interrupted him with a scream: "Okay! Sarah! I think Xia can understand what you mean, you don't have to explain it in more detail!"

Sara seemed a little confused about this. He tilted his head to look at Xia and said seriously, "Do you really understand? Do you really not need me to explain it more clearly? Oh, sometimes Heer is too protective of you. If it were you, I would say you should learn how to..."

"Sarah!" Hull glared at his good friend who didn't seem to be joking.

Horace stepped forward to smooth things over. He said, "The situation now is different from what it was back then. Maybe there is no war now."

Xia: What a big flag...

"Okay." Sara compromised. He spoke very quickly, and finally said this one second before being beaten up by his friend: "Xia, if you want to learn how to get rid of the enemy, I can teach you anytime, but you can't wake up others--"

Before Xia could reply to Sara's words, she heard him scream in pain. Xia watched Sara being dragged into the depths of the painting. Lillian smiled and stood in front of the portrait, blocking Xia's view of everything. She said in a faint voice: "Okay, Xia, there is an emergency to deal with now. Do you mind covering the portrait for us?"

Although Lillian was asking for Xia's opinion, she did not give Xia the right to refuse, so Xia had to say goodbye regretfully.

I really hope Merlin will bless me this time.

May Merlin bless Salazar Slytherin, the headmaster who ran away as soon as he entered school.