Chapter 1201 Why Are You Targeting Us?

Special educational activities, visit the newly built Avalon Prison?

In the office, several Slytherin wizards looked at each other, blinking their eyes, and even Hermione cast a curious look.

If it was Azkaban, she would never want to try to step into that desperate place, but Professor Braine's brief description just now did arouse her curiosity about this prison.

"When will it be arranged?"

Theodore asked eagerly.

"Probably."

Amosta pondered for a moment,

"It will be before Halloween."

"Can my mother accompany me?"

"Sorry, Theodore, this is only an educational activity for young wizards who are about to graduate from Hogwarts, not open to the public."

Amosta said calmly.

Theodore showed disappointment with his naked eyes, but in the end, he did not question anything, just nodded, lowered his eyes and eagerly flipped through the "Avalon Prison Management Regulations" in his hand.

The kettle on the mantelpiece floated up automatically, and a white porcelain cup as bright as moonlight was filled with water. The fragrance of tea filled the air in the curling white smoke.

Everyone was given a cup of Professor Brian's favorite green tea, but no one really drank it except himself.

The Greengrass sisters' faces turned pale. They both knew that it was their turn next, and sure enough -

"What about you?"

After taking a few sips of tea and quietly waiting for the sweetness to return between lips and teeth, Amosta looked up at Daphne and Astoria,

"Did your father say anything to you?"

Hermione's eyebrows moved slightly. Professor Brian's question was a little strange.

"Our father"

The younger Astoria answered the question. The little witch who was promoted to the third grade this year was in a trance for a moment, and the light in her eyes, which had always been clear, was also flashing. Obviously, she was hesitant about the answer she was about to give.

"He"

"Mr. Greengrass fled after the Ministry of Magic issued a wanted notice for him--"

Draco's cheeks flushed. He looked back at the Greengrass sisters and glared at Astoria.

"You have been in charge of the Ministry of Magic during the summer vacation. I thought the Aurors would miss you. I mean, he left in a hurry and I am afraid he didn't have time to tell Daphne and Astoria anything. Professor--"

The Greengrass sisters tightened their lips and didn't say anything else.

"I'm asking them, not you, Draco--"

Professor Brian's calm tone of voice caused a silent thunderstorm in the office!

For Professor Brian, this was already a very harsh rebuke. Hermione on the sofa was frightened because of this. It is hard to imagine how Draco, who was so powerful, felt.

Glancing at Draco, who was sweating profusely, Amosita continued to examine the two sisters.

"I mean your father. He later went home secretly, right?"

It's not that I don't want to defend myself, but in front of those purple eyes as broad as the starry sky, all lies are ridiculous.

Astoria tried to overcome the feeling of suffocation.

"Yes, professor."

Amosita continued to drink tea.

"What did he tell you?"

"He"

Astoria's face was gloomy.

"He told us to study hard in Hogwarts."

"A wise opinion."

Amosita smiled slightly, and he looked at several Slytherin students with their own thoughts.

"We all know what is happening in the magic world now. I don't want to pretend that you are not involved, but in this pure land of Hogwarts, I hope you can all focus on studying. Of course-"

Amosita's voice was light Soft,

"If someone outside this school holds a grudge against me or Headmaster Dumbledore and tries to kill us."

"I don't think anyone dares to do that, Professor Braine!"

Hermione didn't know why she did that, but she stood up with a bang and glared at the Slytherin students angrily,

"If someone really dares to do that, he is really--"

Hermione's voice was sharp, and her chest was puffed up,

"Wolf-hearted!"

At least from the confrontation of momentum, the Slytherin children lost miserably, and they didn't dare to look directly into Hermione's fiery eyes.

"Oh, thank you for your righteous words, Hermione--"

Professor Braine chuckled,

"But I believe no one in this room wants to take my life--"

Draco bit his lip, not daring to touch the eyes of the man across the desk.

"Well, anyway, Daphne, and Astoria--"

Amosta's tone was light,

"I hope that if you have a chance to meet your father, I mean, to meet him before the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic catch him, or, he can still receive your letter, you can persuade him to turn himself in--"

Is this expectation too good?

Hermione couldn't help but glance at Professor Braine, who had a gentle expression.

"--Because if that's the case--"

Amosta pointed at the booklet in Theodore's hand,

"Voluntary surrender can also be applied to the commutation of sentence regulations. After serving his sentence, he still has plenty of time to enjoy life, but if he meets me in the wrong occasion and makes an unwise move, then it will be difficult for me to guarantee his safety to you. Do you understand?"

Astoria, whose skin is as white as snow, is so pale that there is no trace of blood!

"Why do you always have to be at odds with pureblood families, Professor Blaine?"

Professor Brain ended the conversation, and the eyes of the several students who were recruited by Slytherin each had a deep gloom in their eyes. They slowly stood up and prepared to leave.

However, at this moment, the pale-faced Draco asked a question that froze several classmates in place. Even Hermione, who had already begun to think about what Professor Blaine wanted to do with her, cast a surprised look at Draco!

"You're crazy, Draco!"

Theodore suddenly turned around and scolded Draco with his eyes, but Draco remained unmoved and just stared blankly at Professor Blaine, whose expression gradually became more solemn.

The office was filled with a sense of depression before a storm was coming, and everyone was anxiously waiting for the majestic wrath to come!

"Pure-blood families are also part of the magical world, aren't they, Professor——"

The only one who didn't feel all this seemed to be Draco. He asked in a murmuring tone,

"Pure-blood families support this magical world. Without our industry, the people would not be able to survive. The parade in Diagon Alley proves this, but... why do your actions seem so..."

"Kill all the pure-blood families?"

Amosta smiled and helped Draco ask his question.

Draco didn't speak, but nodded slowly.

Sisters Nott and Greengrass also stood still, praying for the answer to this question.

"Who can tell me who founded Hogwarts?"

Amosta asked gently.

Uh-huh!

Triggered, Hermione raised her hands without thinking.

"Oh then it's up to you to answer the question, Hermione -"

Amosta smiled.

"It's Godric Gryffindor, Helga Hufflepuff, Rowena Ravenclaw and Salazar Slytherin. They are called Hogwart in various reliable historical records." The four founders of Ci Magic School!”

Hermione replied respectfully.

"Ah, yes, the answer is very good, but because this question is too simple, I won't give you any points, Hermione. Unless you can answer the next question--"

Hermione's eyes flashed, looking eager to try.

"So why did the four founders start Hogwarts?"

Amosta asked next.

"In order to break the pure-blood family's monopoly on magic inheritance at that time, so that more talented children of Muggle origin can receive magic education!"

Hermione said without thinking, she glanced sideways at the silent Draco with strong eyes.

"Very well, Hermione, you've earned ten points for Gryffindor—"

Amosta nodded to Hermione, then turned to look at the young wizards in Slytherin, his tone still gentle,

"Understood, Draco. The answer to the question has not changed in thousands of years." (End of Chapter)