"Shame!It's an absolute shame!"
An angry roar rang out in Malfoy Manor.
A middle-aged man with gorgeous clothes and pale skin was walking back and forth angrily in the gorgeous living room, with his long golden hair swinging wildly behind him.
"Dear, don't be like this... Don't get angry and hurt yourself."
Next to him, a beautiful woman with equally gorgeous clothes advised cautiously.
"How can I not be angry?
That bastard Abu!
He actually betrayed the honor of us pure-bloods!"
The middle-aged man pounded the ground hard with his cane.
"Do you know how those bastards mocked me at the cocktail party today?
They actually said that our Malfoy family is used to being fence-sitters! Bastards! What a shame!"
"I think Abu had no choice.
After all, he could only do that at the time... Besides, many children from other families also made the same decision as him temporarily... Why do they only make fun of us?"
"Why?"
Old Malfoy was so angry that he laughed, "Of course it's because he was the first child of all the pure-blood families to surrender!
Why didn't he die on the spot in school?
How could he not have any backbone?"
Mrs. Malfoy was immediately unhappy when she heard it.
That was her precious son!
"How can you curse your own son like this?
Backbone?
Do you think you have it?"
Seeing his wife get angry, Old Malfoy was also a little scared.
"I... I can't. I have to teach him a lesson no matter what! Get me some paper!
I'm going to send him a Howler Letter!"
"Asshole! You dare send a Howler Letter to my son?
You'll sleep in the living room tonight!"
"I... I'll just write him a letter and teach him a lesson, okay?
You... don't hit me! It's not a Howler Letter!"
Hogwarts.
In the headmaster's office.
Principal Dippet was busy in front of the fireplace.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.
"Come in!" Principal Dippet said without looking up.
Dumbledore pushed open the door and strode in.
"Armando, I need to ask for leave. The Ministry of Magic... uh..."
Dumbledore looked at Principal Dippet busying around. "Armando, what are you busy with?"
"I'm cleaning up the rubbish, Albus,"
Principal Dippet said, grabbing a pile of letters and throwing them directly into the fireplace.
The flames in the fireplace suddenly shot up, almost setting Principal Dippet's beard on fire.
"Ha!
I knew there was Dark Magic involved!
See... ignoring these guys' letters is the right thing to do!" Principal Dippet said cheerfully.
"Armando, are you burning the letters?"
"Yes."
"Who sent them?
There are so many..." Dumbledore asked, puzzled.
At that moment, an owl flew in through the window again.
It dropped a sizzling, smoking letter in front of Principal Dippet, then flew out the window as if escaping.
Principal Dippet reacted quickly, drawing his wand and gently pointing it.
"Sizzle!"
The screaming letter was instantly incinerated before it was even opened!
"Of course it's those pure-bloods!
Those two kids you brought back have done a lot of great things at Hogwarts.
How could they not have a problem with that?"
Principal Dippet rubbed his waist, pulled up a recliner, and sat down in front of the fireplace.
"Please feel free to sit down, Albus."
Dumbledore also pulled up a chair and sat down next to Principal Dippet.
Perhaps from throwing so many letters into the fire, the fireplace felt a bit stuffy.
Dumbledore calmly unbuttoned a button and asked, "What are you going to do?"
"What?"
Headmaster Dippet asked.
"About... the support club..." Dumbledore asked tentatively.
"Why would I bother with the support club? Aren't those two kids doing great?
Horace even used it as an opportunity to clean up Slytherin House...
I'm not saying anything mean, Albus, but you brought those two kids back yourself, so why are you still thinking of bothering them?"
Headmaster Dippet said with some dissatisfaction.
Dumbledore said helplessly, "Armando, you know that's not what I meant."
The support club had been set up by Levitra at his behest, so of course he couldn't bother with it.
"Well, that's best, they're doing well, why bother messing with them..."
Headmaster Dippet saw the fire was getting a little low and casually threw another handful of letters in.
In fact, Principal Dippet initially thought that Levander's mutual aid club was just a child's play.
But reality gave him a surprise.
Let's not talk about Levander's correction of the bad habits of pure-blood families.
Just the fact that the students' grades have generally improved because of this mutual aid club has made Principal Dippet feel very satisfied.
Not to mention, he has always wanted to deal with the bad habits of the pure-blood families in Slytherin College.
After the mutual aid club appeared, within just one month, the whole Hogwarts was getting better.
As the principal, he had no reason to deal with such a benign club!
"So how do you plan to deal with the parents of those pure-blood families?"
Dumbledore asked.
Principal Dippet lay comfortably on the recliner, his eyes slightly narrowed, "What else can we do?
Of course we ignore it.
Their tricks should not have been introduced into the school in the first place!
Don't you think about why those children are studying the dark arts at such a young age!"
"If we ignore it, it would not be a good idea.
What if they put pressure on Hogwarts through the Ministry of Magic..."
Principal Dippet glanced at Dumbledore, "Would you care about the pressure from the Ministry of Magic?"
"We should always give the Ministry of Magic some respect.
If it is the opinion of the Ministry of Magic, we can't ignore it." Dumbledore said.
Principal Dippet said leisurely: "...I don't have time to deal with these things anyway.
You are the vice-principal now.
Dealing with these troublesome matters of the Ministry of Magic should have been left to you."
Dumbledore frowned, "When did I become the vice-principal?"
"Now.
Yes...from now on, you are the vice-principal, Albus...anyway, the position of principal will definitely be yours in the future.
I am already very old, and it won't be many years before I retire.
You have to start trying to manage Hogwarts now."
Principal Dippet said leisurely.
"Armando... I think you just don't want to work..."
"Merlin, I've been busy for this school for so many years.
Can't I take a break now that I'm old? Do you still expect a centenarian like me to continue dealing with these annoying pure-bloods?
Well... it's happily decided.
From now on, you will help me share all the external affairs of Hogwarts!"
"Oh... okay, then I won't refuse."
"Very good, young people should do more work... In this way, those annoying guys can only send you letters..."
"So that's your idea..."
In the Potions class.
"I plan to design a logo, and then make a batch of badges and print the logo on them. Each member will be given one.
When the time comes, if there is a need for a gathering or something, the members can be notified directly through the badges."
Tom said to Levid who was handling the potion materials next to him while mixing the potion.
Levid gave Tom a strange look, "Have you designed the logo?
Could it be... a skull spitting out a snake?"
Tom frowned.
"Your taste is terrible!
A skull spitting snakes? You'd think you could come up with that!"
Levid blinked.
Voldemort thought the Dark Mark was ugly?
Hmm... quite magical.
"It's better if it's not this.
You can come up with your own design.
After all, you have the final say in the club now."
"Hmm... I'm going to keep it simple and put a redbud pattern on it. I looked it up, and the redbud flower means harmony and friendship, which fits the purpose of our mutual aid club very well."
"Excellent, this is much better than a skull spitting snakes," Levid said happily.
"Tsk... could you please stop thinking about that lousy skull of yours?"
Tom said dissatisfiedly.
Li Wei De chuckled twice, then continued to ask:
"How are the new pure-bloods in the club doing recently?"
"Not bad."
Tom said: "You are right, the environment can affect people.
Those guys were a little uncomfortable at first.
But after trying to integrate with us, they became different."
"As expected... but I guess their parents must be very unhappy."
Li Wei De smiled.
Tom suddenly stopped stirring with the spoon, as if he remembered something.
"Tom, what's wrong?"
"I suddenly remembered that Abraxas has been a little strange recently."
"Oh? What's wrong?"
Li Wei De asked.
"Well... before, he integrated the best and seemed happy every day.
But lately, he's suddenly become so gloomy...
He's even rarely attending club activities.
I just heard you mention the issue of parents...
Do you think his parents are interfering?"
"Nine out of ten, yes," Levid said calmly.
"Because he was the first to surrender to us, and he also betrayed many people to us... So, to these purebloods, Abraxas is a traitor.
The other purebloods certainly don't face as much pressure as him."
In the eyes of their parents, the other purebloods were clearly "forced" to join Levid's club.
Therefore, they all believed their children's choice was just a temporary solution.
Therefore, they didn't put much pressure on their children.
But Abraxas was completely different.
When his parents learned what Abraxas had done at school, they would be furious...
After all, what he did was no temporary solution; he truly surrendered!
Levander pondered for a moment, then said, "After class, ask him to come to the club room. I want to see him."
"Okay."
Tom also felt that he should talk to him.
Now, Abraxas is a role model in the club, and he can't be brought down so easily.
As Professor Slughorn announced the end of the class,the students began to pack up their books and prepare to go to dinner.
"Wade, please stay for a moment."
Professor Slughorn suddenly said at the podium.
Levander nodded, then said to Tom, "You go first. See you in the club room later."
After Tom left, Levander followed Professor Slughorn to the office next to the classroom.
Professor Slughorn took out a golden key from the drawer and handed it to Levander with a smile.
"This is..." Levander felt that the style of the key was a little familiar.
"Here's the key to the Gringotts vault! Your beauty potions are incredibly popular.
Especially since they have a refreshing scent unlike any other... making them incredibly popular among witches.
So... I've opened a vault in your name at Gringotts.
Every month's profits will be automatically deposited into this vault."
Professor Slughorn said with a smile, "See, I told you you were going to be rich."
"So...
Teacher, did you take your share?" Levid asked.
"Me?
No, these are all your profits.
I can't take them," Professor Slughorn said with a wave of his hand.
On the one hand, he didn't need the money, but on the other, he felt he couldn't accept Levid's money.
If he didn't take any money, it would simply be a favor, and Levid would surely be grateful.
But if he did, it would look like a favor between friends, and it would become a partnership!
That wasn't what Professor Slughorn wanted!
"Well... thank you very much for your selfless help!"
Levid understood this, so he stopped insisting and began to emphasize his gratitude.
Professor Slughorn was also very happy to see that Levander was so sensible.
"Ved, you are such a smart boy.
After walking out of Professor Slughorn's office, Levander felt that he walked with a lot more confidence.
When you have money, you feel different!
Levander has already started thinking about buying some experimental equipment.
When he arrived at the club activity room, Abraxas was already waiting.
He and Tom were sitting on a sofa in the office area.
Seeing Levander coming, Abraxas quickly stood up, but everyone could see the uneasiness on his face.
Levander sat down at his seat and looked at Abraxas who came over and stood in front of his desk.
"Perhaps Tom has already told you why I asked you to come?"
Abraxas nodded.
"Yes... but... I don't want my family affairs to affect the club and your work, so... I plan to find a way to persuade my father myself."
In truth, Abraxas was worried that Levid would be kicked out of the club because of his family situation.
He had been holding it in, intending to find a solution on his own...
He had worked so hard to join the club, and he certainly didn't want to be kicked out for any reason.
Besides, he didn't think the club could provide him with any useful help in this matter...
"Abu, it seems you never wanted my friendship..."
Levid's words startled Abraxas awake.
"I... I don't, how could that be..." Abraxas's words were a little incoherent.
"You seem afraid of owing me a favor...
I understand.
Perhaps, due to family reasons, you will eventually decide to continue to adhere to your original pure-blood supremacy and leave the mutual aid club...
So, you no longer need a friend like me," Levid said calmly.
"No!
How could that be?
I can't possibly say pure-blood supremacy anymore!
I can't possibly quit the mutual aid club!
Believe me!"
Abraxas said excitedly.
"Really?
I believe you, so why don't you believe me?"
Levid sighed, then continued, "...
What have I done to deserve such disrespect?"
"You don't treat me as a friend... You won't even call me leader."
"I've always said that every member of the club has each other's backs and is the best of friends..."
"If you had come to me earlier as a friend and asked for help, then today, your father, who has always put pressure on you, would have encouraged you to continue participating in the club's activities instead of opposing it..."
Abraxas was stunned, meeting Levid's calm and confident gaze...
He had so much to say, but for some reason, when he saw Levid's eyes, his once complex heart miraculously calmed down.
Abraxas gradually lowered his head.
"Captain... As a member of the society and your friend, I need your help!"
Levid stood up and slowly walked over to Abraxas.
He patted Abraxas on the shoulder and said gently, "Tomorrow, you will receive a letter from your father expressing his support..."
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