Hogwarts: Wizards Supreme

"No, this is an extreme thought, Daphne." Brian sighed softly, "I don't want you to think like this."

"But, you..." Daphne pursed her lips.

"There are many ways to resolve conflicts with Muggles." Brian held his chin and said, "But this is the stupidest and least effective method."

"This was never my will," he said softly.

"So...Miss Granger..." Daphne's eyebrows looked melancholy and confused, "I know that you and Miss Granger are friends. I have discovered a long time ago that the way you look at her is different... Why Will she be attacked?"

Brian said in a faint tone: "Who knows? Maybe it was an accident..."

"Is it an accident?" Daphne murmured and repeated, feeling inexplicably relieved.

She pursed her lips and smiled and said: "No matter what you want to do, Brian, if that's important to you. I just hope you know that we are always supporting you... don't always let yourself be so alone, okay?" "

Brian stared at her quietly, and Daphne's blue eyes seemed to be filled with an entire ocean of tranquility.

"Even if there will be many more attacks, even if the school will be closed... I think we are in the same group, Brian! As you said, wizards are supreme!" Daphne's cheeks turned red, "I don't I’ll tell others.”

She picked up Daisy who was tied up by Ofer on the table, pulled Offer off, and hurried back to the dormitory.

Brian looked at Daphne's back disappearing into the corridor and murmured: "My will?"

He lowered his eyes, and his thin eyelashes covered the expression in his eyes. He said softly: "There won't be a next time..."

"That's it for now."

He breathed a sigh of relief and his expression relaxed.

He took out Tom's diary, picked up his quill, dipped it in ink, and wrote:

"Tom, I've been found out."

"It's a matter of time. You almost never try to hide yourself. I don't understand where you get your confidence..."

"I just gave them the information they had to have." Brian laughed lowly. Daphne's awareness was a bit unexpected, and yes, her intuition had always been sharp. Perhaps she sensed something from Brian's strange emotions. You know, he was not the only young wizard who was absent from the common room last night, and even more so during the second attack.

"What do you mean?" Tom asked.

"Nothing. Tom, do you think it really makes sense for us to do this?"

"Why not?" Tom wrote in neat cursive handwriting. "Soon we will have the Mudbloods out."

"But, so what? They can still learn magic, even if they're not at Hogwarts."

"But at least we made the school pure."

"Is it pure?" Brian fiddled with his chin with a quill, pondered for a moment, and continued to write: "There is no such thing as purity in the wizarding world, Tom. Intermarriage with Muggle-born wizards has been a practice since ancient times. It is true that Speaking of which, there are no true pure-bloods in the wizarding world today."

"How do you know that, Brian?"

"I checked some books, Tom. In ancient times, Muggle-born wizards have always been considered to have extraordinary talents, and they were once sought after. Speaking of which, Slytherin's ideas were considered deviant at that time."

"You don't need to think so complicated, Brian. At least the situation is different now, we just need to purify them. The Mudbloods will never be completely on our side, and we are destined to conquer the Muggles. ” Tom responded.

"But, Tom, is this really the right path?" Brian wrote, "Like the second generation Dark Lord, hunting down Muggle-born wizards first. Is this really feasible?"

"Why do you think it won't work?"

"He told us with his actions that the result of this can only be an endless civil war! The resisters will never be eliminated."

"But we can keep weakening them so they can never come back."

"Yeah, but what's the price?" Brian wrote quickly, but his handwriting was still neat, "The Dark Lord did this, and what's the result? How many pure-blood families have perished, and the rest have completely declined. It is declining... The Dark Lord has left a lot of devastation to the wizarding world."

"But in the process of conquering the Muggles, this is an insurmountable hurdle, Brian." Tom said, "Those guys who eat inside and outside are our first obstacle. If we don't break it, we can't build it. It's just a short period of pain before victory."

"How many people will be left in that case? How many real supporters will there be? In today's wizarding world, people who are close to Muggles and Muggle-born wizards make up the majority, and we are in the minority today."

"So, only a few people can reach the highest place, Brian." Tom said ruthlessly.

"But history tells us that uniting the majority and attacking a small group is the basis of victory. Putting yourself among that small group of people is always the stupidest choice." Brian said.

"So... Brian, what happened that made your mind change so drastically?" Tom asked doubtfully.

"It's nothing, it's just that I've been thinking about this and I said it this time."

"Then what do you want to do?"

"Stop it, Tom, I don't want the school to be shut down. You're a smart guy too, and we can work together to find ways to really solve the problem."

"Have you been brainwashed by Dumbledore too, Brian?" Tom asked.

"No, I just don't think this will solve the problem." Brian wrote calmly.

"Well, if that's your will," Tom wrote stiffly, his handwriting becoming garbled.

Brian closed the diary gently and smiled.

"It seems that this drama will come to an end soon, Tom."

He put the diary away carefully and continued to write his homework.

…

As the secret room incident intensifies, Christmas is coming.

Little wizards are rushing to book their seats on the Hogwarts Express, hoping to go home early for Christmas.

And Brian and Draco signed the stay-at-school list, along with Crabbe and Goyle.

"Are you going home this Christmas, Luna?" Brian met Luna in the corridor, and the two chatted for a while.

"Yes, dad said he found traces of the Scimitar-Horned Snorlax, and I want to go home and look for it with him." Luna's voice sounded like she was talking in her sleep.

"Are you scared, Luna? About the secret room." Brian said suddenly.

"No." Luna tilted her head and thought for a moment, then said vaguely. Her silver eyes stared straight at the snowflakes outside the window.

"That's great," Brian exclaimed. He looked out the window with some melancholy.

"What are you worried about, Brian?" Luna said lightly.

Brian lowered his eyes and said softly: "Luna, do you think there are really gratuitous gifts in this world?"

"Yes," Luna blinked. "Our parents always give us the best without asking for anything in return. So do our lovers and some friends..." Her tone sounded like she was singing.

"What about other than that?" Brian asked.

"Then, maybe I like you," Luna smiled, "Maybe I want to make you wary."

"Yeah, you need to be vigilant." Brian murmured.

Luna walked over lightly, the small carrot earrings on her ears dangling gently in her messy hair. She stopped in front of Brian and stared at him unblinkingly with her hazy eyes.

"I thought of a way to get rid of the harassing flies. Do you want to try it? Those little things always surround you." She said in a dazed tone.

"What method?" Brian smiled.

Luna stood on tiptoes, opened her arms and hugged him gently, patted his back with both hands, and whispered softly: "Give half of your mood to me, half of my mood to you, and all your worries will disappear. …”

Brian stiffened.

When Luna finally let go of him, Brian wondered whether he should laugh or cry: "What method is this?"

"This is how my father comforted me when I was unhappy." She said seriously, "It's very effective."

"Okay, thank you, Luna." Brian expressed his gratitude sincerely.

"It's nice to see you happy a lot." Luna smiled. She waved her hand and left without looking back.

Brian looked at the snowflakes outside the window, and his mood gradually calmed down.

"There is no gift without reason in the world..." He murmured to himself.

"So... the system..." He bit his lip in confusion.

"It's too loose. No matter the time, place or characters, no matter the process or the ending, the requirements are not strict at all." He thought, "For a person who knows the plot, there is no difficulty."

"It's like... giving me your power for free."

"I heard a saying that all gifts from fate have a price secretly marked on them."

"So, what's the price I have to pay?"