[HP] Liar

Chap.35

According to Nancy Jones, the only meaning of being in love for boys in this age group whose heads are full of yellow waste is to allow them to take advantage of girls in the name of love.As for what's next?She would swear it on the name of the wise Rowena Ravenclaw - they would not care.

"So you're now officially Malfoy's girlfriend?"

When Nancy sat on the bed and asked this question with uncertain eyes, Viola hesitated for a while before answering: "We have never discussed this issue formally. But I think... it should be Well, after all we're going to do things that only real couples do."

Nancy snorted softly after hearing this, and said, "Silly girl, you really don't understand boys of this age."

"How do you say that?"

"Now the whole Hogwarts is spreading the rumors about you and Malfoy, and Pansy Parkinson's face is going green because of this." Nancy pointed out sharply, "But what about Malfoy himself? Has he Take the initiative to stand up to defend you, or generously admit the relationship between you, even once?"

Viola bit her lower lip, she didn't want to admit it, but she had to admit - Draco never did this for her once.

"Are you trying to prove that I was wrong about Malfoy before, Viola?" Nancy continued to ask, "I told you before, don't wishful thinking, because Malfoy doesn't like your origin. Even if You have had an affair with Malfoy now, and I have never changed my opinion."

Here it goes again, she brought up the subject again, Viola couldn't help thinking secretly in her heart.

Nancy is a pure-blooded girl, but since the first grade, as a Ravenclaw, she is different from those Slytherins who blatantly discriminate against Muggle blood, at least Viola has been like this for the past few years sure.

Perhaps for bystanders, as pure blood wizards, it is not easy for them to achieve this level.However, Viola understands that only as the "discriminated" party can people truly empathize with this "discrimination".The so-called discrimination is not limited to vulgar language, but also various "differential treatment".For example, when a pure-blood wizard finds a Muggle-born girlfriend, people can't help but be surprised by it.For another example, when a Muggle-born wizard surpasses pure-blood or half-blood wizards, people will repeatedly emphasize the rarity of this phenomenon reflexively.

In all fairness, Viola Clearwater hated the distinction.

"Thank you for your reminder, Nancy." Facing Nancy's admonition, Viola just gave a perfunctory wry smile, "I will pay attention, and I won't let Draco take advantage of me too much."

After speaking, she grabbed her schoolbag and walked out of the Ravenclaw girls' dormitory.

It's not that Viola understands Nancy's worries. On the contrary, she has silently asked herself the same question countless times in her heart.

And when she found that she couldn't get a satisfactory answer, Viola simply chose to put these questions behind her for the time being.

Maybe Draco still has doubts about her origin until now, maybe he never put her in his future vision, but these don't matter, the important thing is - he likes her now, which is for Wei That's enough for Ola.

People always have to learn to live in the present.

When Viola came to the Room of Requirement, Draco had already sat quietly on the sofa and read a book for a long time.Although the previous "The Moon and Sixpence" was rejected by him, Viola was not discouraged, and moved all the novels in her suitcase to Draco.

This time, Draco was finally willing to pick out a copy of "Gone with the Wind" by Margaret Mitchell.

"Oh, you actually picked that book!"

After hearing this, Draco couldn't help but glanced at Viola in disgust, pursed his lips and said, "Why are you making such a fuss, Clearwater?"

"Ah, no," Viola explained hastily, "I'm just a little surprised. I thought you'd choose a book that was particularly esoteric, but this book is quite easy in a way." got it."

"Really?" Draco raised his eyebrows thoughtfully, "What is this book about, don't tell me it's about cheating—"

"Don't worry, this book has nothing to do with cheating." Viola replied, and at the same time internally slandered that Draco was really sensitive to the topic of "cheating", "How should I put it, this is a book that happened during the American Civil War." period story."

"American Civil War?"

"Well." Viola nodded, "At that time, the leaders of the northern United States believed that the black slavery system was too cruel, so they advocated the abolition. However, many areas in the southern United States cannot do without black slaves, because there are a large number of farms and slaves in the south. Plantation, if there are no black slaves, they will lose their labor force, so at that time many states in the southern United States chose to secede from the Union."

Draco listened quietly at first, but when Viola said the word "black slave", he couldn't help frowning.

"Slavery?" he asked. "What do you mean?"

"For example," Viola tried to explain, "the black slaves at that time were no different from the house elves today, and the disparity in status between whites and blacks is like wizards and house elves."

"You know what, you sound so much like Granger now." Draco interrupted, his silver-gray eyes couldn't stop showing disgust, "but this analogy is not appropriate. First of all, House-elves and wizards are not the same species, and whites and blacks are just different skin colours. Wizards are superior to house-elves, there is no doubt about that, as for your Muggle views, it is It really baffles me - the idea of ​​treating someone like a pixie just because they have a different skin color is just ridiculous. Blaise Zabini is also dark, but he's pure blood, and no one can deny—he was indeed handsome."

When Draco finished speaking, Viola just stared at him quietly.

And Draco suddenly felt that Viola Clearwater's eyes really made him feel very uncomfortable.

"What exactly do you want to say, Clearwater?" In the end, he chose to ask.

"Well, I'm surprised that you have such an awareness." Viola smiled at him gratifiedly, "Maybe you are right, the analogy I just made is not appropriate, so I will change it."

Draco fell silent suddenly.Because he had guessed what Viola was going to say next.

"For example, Muggles and wizards belong to the same species—human beings, so why do so many wizards still think they are superior to Muggles?"

"You're changing the concept, Clearwater." Draco retorted, "What's more, Muggles don't know magic, and in a sense-wizards and Muggles are not exactly the same kind of people. "

"Well," Viola still did not give up, "Then what about wizards from Muggle families, the gap between wizards like me and pure-blood wizards like you is really as big as you all believe Is it huge? From the perspective of species, we are all human beings, and we are all equally capable of magic, but why do you pureblood wizards call us 'Mudblood' (Mudblood)?"

In the middle of Viola's speech, she suddenly raised the wand in her hand, and quickly waved it at her white palm.In the next second, a wound of about ten centimeters appeared on the original delicate skin, and around the wound, there was a dark red viscous liquid that was continuously and slowly flowing out.

Draco Malfoy was almost dumbfounded as he witnessed what had just happened before his eyes.

Facing Draco's astonishment, Viola just smiled optimistically, and then turned her bleeding palm to Draco's eyes.

"Look," she pointed out with a smile, "our blood isn't made of mud. Our blood is just like yours—it's red."