Schutz III

Byrne, the 45th of the demon gods, can see into the secrets and know the past and the present... Salazar closed the "Lemon Gaydon" in his hand, his eyes were inexplicable.

Salazar not only served as a Potions teacher at school, but for some reason was also responsible for Defense Against the Dark Arts.But that day when he prepared the class materials and came to the classroom, he found that the first-year students in class were standing on both sides clearly, and the atmosphere was obviously not right.He walked in, put the materials in his hands on the podium, and said indifferently, "Class."

A tall boy headed by the group of students on the left suddenly turned his head when he heard this, looked at Salazar angrily, and pointed to the opposite side, "Professor, don't you see that these people are making trouble for us?" ?"

Salazar frowned, he didn't expect that some students would point their guns at him. "I really didn't see it," he said, "I just saw you both standing in the middle of the classroom."

"Oh," the boy snorted coldly, "Professor Slytherin, you won't favor them just because they are from your house!"

There was coldness in Salazar's eyes, he was actually not good at explaining.

"Of course," the boy went on, "I understand that Professor you don't like us Muggle-born students; even...you don't want us to come to this school."

Salazar pursed his lips tightly. He was indeed unwilling to recruit Muggle-born children, but he had never done anything before, and he didn't even favor those pure-blood children because of his personal preference; But, this man... He quietly looked at the boy who was talking badly to him, he seemed to be a kid from Gryffindor with good grades, so he said, "I'm not taking sides with them."

He looked at the rest of the students again, "I don't even know what happened to you guys in this classroom."

Some students nodded in agreement, but the boy snorted coldly, "I don't believe Professor, you don't know anything." He said this and left the classroom without looking back.

The coldness in Salazar's eyes seemed to be able to freeze slag, and he had never encountered such a thing.The other students watched the student's actions and the ugly face of the professor on the podium, and obediently sat back in their seats.

Salazar calmed down a little, "Continue to class."

During dinner, Salazar sat on the seat early, with a bad face; Helga and Rowena looked at him with some concern, wanting to say something but didn't know how to speak.Gryffindor was the last to come because he had a class; perhaps it was because the teacher-student atmosphere was excellent in that class, and he had a dazzling smile on his face.He pulled out the chair and sat down, then looked at the three friends with a smile, "What's the matter? Each of them looks so bad."

Rowena sighed exaggeratedly, "Hey! Someone dares to drink Salazar and fuck him!" She observed Salazar's expression while talking, and seeing that the other party was still cold and indifferent, she couldn't help but stopped talking.

Godric looked at her with a confused face, apparently not understanding who did what to oppose Salazar.Helga had no choice but to explain, "Salazar was contradicted by a student in class this afternoon."

"Oh, so that's the case." Godric's eyes continued to smile, "Salazar, we must be able to accept their doubts when we teach them knowledge. After all, they are also independent individuals. It's normal for knowledge to have other opinions!" He patted Salazar on the shoulder, "It's nothing like this."

Salazar raised his head, glanced at him with a half-smile, and got up to leave.

Seeing Salazar's obviously more hostile expression, Godric opened his mouth in doubt, wanting to ask something but couldn't.Helga on the side sighed slightly, are these two going to have a conflict again?She wiped her mouth with a handkerchief, "Godric, this is not what you think."

"Actually, Salazar was not at fault in this matter."

Rowena also began to complain about Salazar, "Gryffindor students and Slytherin students had a little conflict this afternoon, and Salazar was choked by a boy from your college as soon as he entered. , In the end, the boy walked out of the classroom directly in front of Salazar."

Godric's smile disappeared, "Really..."

At night Salazar suffered from insomnia again.In fact, since he sent Schulz back to the manor, he has hardly had a good night's sleep, and would wake up from a dream in the middle of the night every night, and then he would look at Schulz's position in a daze.He never thought that he would be so troubled by a prophecy, maybe the expression of the boy he saw was so seductive that he couldn't be sure that he would not press his own parent and child under him as predicted Violently devastated.He sighed, even though the child is still young, and it is almost the same as what he saw that day, he has to send the child back, for no other reason, just in case.Since he couldn't fall asleep, he simply got up and went to the study. He hadn't read Villanova's letter last night.

On the other side, Godric's bedroom was also lit.He also suffers from insomnia.After hearing Helga and Rowena's words at night, he was a little hesitant to talk to Salazar. On the one hand, it was because of what happened this afternoon, and on the other hand, it was because of the increasing conflicts in the academy, especially It's the conflict between Slytherin and Gryffindor.

He sighed. Although many students with irregular bloodlines were recruited according to his idea at that time, these students were excluded a lot in the school, and the exclusion from Slytherin was particularly serious. This is what led to the incident in the afternoon. The reason for it.He'd better talk to Salazar.

When Godric arrived in the basement, Salazar's face was still gloomy. He thought it was because of the incident in the afternoon, so he sat down opposite Salazar indifferently, "Salazar, let's talk. .”

Salazar looked up at Godric opposite, his red eyes shining under the light, "What are you talking about?"

Godric squeezed his fingers in embarrassment, "Well... let's talk about this afternoon's incident... How about it?"

Salazar nodded dispensably, and continued to take out the quill in his hand, "Okay, tell me."

"Salazar, don't you think the atmosphere in the school is not right now?"

Salazar silently took a quill and wrote on the parchment without answering.

Godric understood that Salazar was a little angry, so he said nonchalantly, "Now there is a kind of ... almost obvious rejection of those students with impure blood in the school."

The pen stopped, and Salazar finally gave Godric a look, "So?" He chuckled, "So Godric, what do you want to say?"

"I…"

"You want to say we're going to do our best to improve the situation?"

"That's right," Godric nodded. "Salazar, it's unfair to those Muggle children. We're going to try to change the current situation."

"Okay then," Salazar put away the written letter with a serious expression, "then send those excluded children home one by one."

"Oh," said Godric, "you're kidding, Salazar."

"I'm very serious, Godric." Salazar said, "You said that the school atmosphere is very bad, wouldn't it be enough to dig out the root of those bad things?"

"But…"

"Oh, I know what you want to say." Salazar said cheerfully, "You want to say that it's not fair to those children. But," he changed his voice, the cheerfulness ceased, "Godric, have you ever thought Many relatives of children from pure wizarding families were persecuted to death by Muggles!"

"Then tell me how to make them forget their hatred and get along with those mudbloods, huh?"

Godric didn't seem to expect that Salazar would speak of those wizards with impure blood in such a vicious tone, his expression stiffened, "Salazar, how could you..."

"How can you say that word, can't you?" Salazar mocked, "Godric, I always thought that only pure-blood wizards could enter Hogwarts; maybe I agreed with you to recruit those students, even I usually I have never expressed any obvious personal feelings in front of those students, but now this word expresses my attitude. And, Godric, the attitude of the students also shows that your approach is a mistake!"

"But...students..." Godric wanted to say something more but was interrupted by Salazar again.

"Godric, I hope you will take a good look at the consequences of recruiting those students; what happened to me this afternoon is just the beginning."

Schulz didn't even have a day off to learn fencing when Icelandic and even the difficult Norse spells were almost mastered.When Schultz, who is still small in stature, held the foil sword that was light but still very difficult for him to dodge and fight back under the teacher's attack, Byrne watched with relish.

After the regular lecture, Schulz sat on the ground with some exhaustion, and Byrne walked up lightly, picked up Schultz's sword and played with it carefully. "It's a nice foil."

Schultz glanced at him feebly, "So you still understand this."

Byrne smiled meaningfully, "Actually, I know a lot." He said and picked up Shutz from the ground, "You are really obedient."

"Be obedient?" Schulz wondered.

"Have you ever seen other kids your age work so hard?" Byrne said, "You really listen to...your father."

Shutz pursed his lips, then raised his eyebrows and looked at Byrne, "How do you know that I am so obedient only because of my father's orders? What's more, do you know who my father is!"

"Again, I actually know a lot."

"It's not because of my father's order!" Shutz jumped off Byrne, who was not yet so fragile that he needed to be held.As for why he worked so hard or even desperately, it was because he had already experienced the helplessness of being weak, so he no longer wanted to bear that kind of powerlessness!