"Oh? You've finally decided to take this step? I thought I'd have to send someone specifically to urge you again."
Just after lunch.
In the Slytherin common room.
Seko raised his eyebrows, looking at the boy standing expressionlessly in front of him, a look of satisfaction appearing on his face.
"One day you will know how correct the decision you made today is!
It's just a woman.
When you possess strong enough power, getting anything you want in this world will be a matter of a single sentence from you!"
"Is this also the reason why you decided to join the Death Eaters in the future?"
"Exactly. To carry forward the glory of the Bulstrode family in my hands, following a leader who is powerful and ambitious enough is the best way to achieve this wish!"
Seko was full of confidence, convinced of the correctness of his vision.
"You haven't seen with your own eyes what kind of powerful might that Lord possesses.
But if you are fortunate enough to witness that scene later, you will immediately understand that as long as we follow behind him, all pure-blood families will sooner or later usher in the best future!"
"I hope so. But does it matter that I'm just a half-blood?"
Snape frowned, the worry in his words making Seko laugh out loud.
"Rest assured, there are half-bloods among the Death Eaters too. As long as you offer your loyalty to that Lord without reservation, at this stage where the Death Eaters urgently need to expand with new blood, even half-bloods can get what they wish!
When a new order is established for this rotten wizarding world in the future, you will also be able to share in the glory second only to pure-bloods!"
Snape nodded thoughtfully.
A look of excitement appeared on his face just right, as if he had already seen the beautiful future described by Seko.
In the world the Death Eaters wanted to see, pure-bloods were the well-deserved nobles, holding supreme discourse power!
Half-bloods were farm owners, specially managing their property for pure-bloods.
As for the so-called Mudbloods and Muggles, they were livestock on the farm, killed whenever desired. Even if they suffered inhuman torture, no one would say much.
Seko thought that the status of a farm owner, distinct from livestock, was enough to satisfy Snape's appetite.
However, it was a pity. Even if he truly agreed with the pure-blood ideology from the bottom of his heart and decided to join the Death Eaters all the way to the dark end, the mere status of a farm owner was far from satisfying Snape. Betrayal was only a matter of time!
Moreover, Snape had sneered at the pure-blood ideology from the very beginning.
A king does not take pride in his bloodline; rather, the bloodline takes pride in the king!
In this world where magic existed, certain rare blood did indeed contain unique power.
But this could not prove the superiority of pure-bloods.
There were pure-bloods in Slytherin who tried every means to pry into the content of Snape's teaching, yet their grades were even worse than those half-blood students who accepted private tutoring.
There were also top-ranking Mudblood scholars in Ravenclaw; their Muggle-born background could not obscure the light of their wisdom in the slightest.
If the wizarding world were really remodeled according to the Death Eaters' ideas—
Within a few generations, the pure-bloods, thoroughly raised into a pile of waste, would probably be overthrown by the united bottom-layer wizards who could no longer bear it. What the Death Eaters were pursuing from beginning to end was nothing more than wishful thinking!
Barbaric, violent, senseless.
It would be better to replace the people exploiting these idiots with himself. Anyway, there wasn't much difference between being Voldemort's dog and being Snape's dog.
As for the future the pure-blood families wanted... weren't there many ways to achieve it circuitously?
He quietly glanced at Seko.
The other party definitely didn't expect that while he was greatly praising Snape for his wise choice—
What Snape was thinking about in his mind at this moment was entirely how to incite him to defect, thereby turning him into a running dog under his own sect!
Just as said not long ago.
After witnessing Snape's strength, Seko obviously didn't feel at ease entrusting this surveillance task to others.
Only he himself.
Only as Lucius's right-hand man, recognized as one of the top five combat powers in Slytherin as a fourth-year student, could Seko rest assured that Snape wouldn't use any tricks leading to something like fake infiltration into the Black Eye Society happening!
Unlike other mediocre insects in the Snake House and those idiots who advocated happy education, Seko had received harsh magical education from his family since childhood. He started learning after obtaining a wand in advance and had a solid three more years of Hogwarts education than Snape.
Although not as important as Lucius in Voldemort's heart—
When joining the Death Eaters after graduation, Seko was also an excellent talent who could firmly secure a high-ranking seat, contributing to the great cause of pure blood!
The two, one tall and one short, walked through the corridor.
When seeing Seko, little wizards from other houses invariably made way, showing fear and vigilance. Obviously, Seko, who often stood behind Lucius, had long become notorious.
"What do you plan to do? A personal suggestion: a humiliating insult engraved in the heart can have a very good effect, effectively ensuring that the Mudblood will never shamelessly seek you out to waste time again in the future."
Seko said leisurely, enthusiastically offering advice to Snape.
However, Snape's attitude was noticeably colder.
"Neither of us has classes this afternoon. I agreed to meet her in that unused Charms classroom on the third floor. As long as we don't make too much noise, no one will know what happened inside."
"Very good. Lucius will appreciate your meticulous style."
Seko nodded with satisfaction, and the suspicion in his heart couldn't help but dissipate a lot.
Step by step, they walked up the moving stairs.
Just as Snape said, he led Seko straight towards that uninhabited classroom.
But for some reason, Seko's face gradually became a little pale, and his eyes revealed obvious confusion.
Stomachache!
The tide-like pain wasn't very obvious at first.
But when climbing those stairs, the pain began to intensify, greatly diminishing Seko's original desire to chat.
Embarrassed to stop Snape and ask him to wait while he used the bathroom before starting the delightful process of breaking with that Mudblood, Seko could only rack his brains in annoyance: What the hell is the culprit causing this pain?!
Until the silent duo arrived at the classroom door.
The moment Seko watched Snape grip the door handle and slowly turn it open—
Seko finally recalled.
During the lunch enjoyed less than an hour ago, it seemed that some unfamiliar first-year student had smilingly handed him, who happened to be thirsty, a cup of pumpkin juice?
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