Volume 9: The reins handed over Chapter 533: A Chance to Atone
Draco ate the salad on his plate in silence.
After the great trial, the surviving pure-blood students did not suffer much criticism.
After completing the labor for which they were sentenced, Wu Pingxian treated them no differently from ordinary students.
Those who are not yet of sufficient grade can continue to attend classes, and those who have met the graduation requirements can choose to work or stay at home according to their own wishes.
No one in the entire Wizarding World had the intention of using them as bargaining chips or as a threat. Draco knew that this was not because none of these people had thought of this, nor because they had not discovered what kind of role these beings, who were almost like protons, could play.
It's just that these organizations that developed from a school don't bother to threaten children's lives.
This behavior seems stupid to some people, and makes some people feel very complicated.
Draco had mixed feelings about this.
He is not an unforgivable bad person in essence. His previous understanding of the world was conveyed to him by his family and the magical society he lived in.
Purebloods are supposed to be superior, half-bloods are bastards, and mudbloods are not even considered human.
These words are almost equivalent to truths that have been verified countless times in his life.
But Lucius had also taught him the positive principles of loving his family, and after being taken to the Hogwarts carriage, he really began to seriously reflect on this issue.
For wizards, does it really matter whether they have blood or not?
If wizards with bloodlines were truly born noble, how could they be caught here? How could Jon Green, who was clearly a punk, trample on so many purebloods ?
Draco began to think about this, but at the same time he was unable to dispel the worries in his heart.
Of course he was aware of the current situation on the Wu Ping line. There was no way to conceal the situation. Some pure-bloods were already secretly excited about it. They felt that they were about to be rescued.
Some people, however, felt extremely nervous and terrified. They were afraid that the Wu Ping line would be destroyed in the end and that they would all be killed on the eve of failure.
Draco didn't think about these things. It seemed that he had never considered the failure of the Wizarding World.
He had no idea about Dumbledore's existence, but he had strange emotions towards Jon.
This emotion includes fear, disgust, hatred, and a trace of indelible admiration.
People outside thought that with Dumbledore dead, the Wizarding World was doomed, but Draco felt that as long as John was alive, the British Ministry of Magic led by Voldemort would never be able to completely establish victory. The news that John had killed Voldemort more than once was definitely not a groundless lie.
So Draco was worried about his parents, he was tired of the war and was afraid that his family might die.
While Draco was eating and thinking about this, he suddenly saw someone out of the corner of his eye.
That was Jon who had appeared in the restaurant at some point in time.
He was sitting with a chestnut-haired girl, and although Jon looked like a child and the age difference between them was almost twice as great, it was obvious that Jon was the dominant one.
"...You never imagined that you from another world would be in Beauxbatons. It's a pity that I didn't have the chance to meet that other you at that time."
Hermione wrinkled her nose as Jon sighed.
"There is no need to meet. We have completely different experiences. In name, we are the same person, but in fact, we are two different individuals. We cannot be treated as one."
Jon blinked and said in a puzzled manner while eating sausage.
"Why is today's lunch so sour? No way? No one else is going to be jealous of me, right?"
Hermione was stunned for a moment, then she reacted and wanted to grab Jon's face with her claws, but Jon dodged her with a laugh.
Then he caught Draco's eye.
When their eyes met in the air, Draco subconsciously avoided it.
He continued to look at the vegetable salad in front of him nervously, pretending that he had not noticed Jon from the beginning.
But obviously, Jon had no intention of following his wishes.
After explaining a few words to Hermione, Jon, who had finally found time to relax during the lunch break, left his seat and sat next to Draco with his food tray.
Feeling that there was someone around him whom he didn't want to face at all, Draco was obviously a little uneasy.
Jon asked casually, as if he didn't sense his mood.
"Is this a light lunch? Would you like a pork chop?"
"No...thank you, I, I don't really feel like eating..."
"Loss of appetite? That shouldn't be the case. According to the recent wind direction, you should have a good appetite. Or do you feel that you will be out of this sea of suffering soon and no longer like the food here?"
Draco wasn't sure what Jon meant by that, so he explained hurriedly.
"No... I don't have such an idea..."
It seemed like Jon was just saying it casually, not really questioning anything, but instead he tried to comfort Draco.
"Don't be so nervous. I'm not a man-eating devil. I remember that the rumors that were spread in the castle were all made up by you guys, right? Could it be that you guys even fooled yourselves?"
Draco bowed his head completely and apologized in a more pleading tone than he had ever used before.
"sorry."
"There's nothing to be sorry about. You've already paid the price for your mistake, so don't be so scared. I'm not here to hold you accountable for what you've done, but there's one thing I want to know the answer to from you."
Jon put down his knife and fork and looked into Draco's eyes.
Draco subconsciously wanted to avoid his gaze again, but the question John asked immediately made him unable to help but turn his head again.
"Do you still remember what you said to me?"
Draco looked at Jon, he opened his mouth, his voice trembling.
"you……"
Jon's voice was calm, and this time there was no trace of joking in it.
"There is an opportunity, an opportunity to save your parents' lives. Of course, as I said before, the things your father did, if measured by the standards of the Trial Conference, would be enough for him to die ten times, so this opportunity for him to atone for his sins is not that simple. You have to think about it carefully and decide whether to agree to it."
