Hogwarts: Harry Returns from Water Margin

Chapter 95 Salazar's Argument on Pureblood

Chapter 96 Salazar's Argument on Pureblood

It is said that Salazar, the founder of the sect thousands of years ago, suddenly came to inquire about Lockhart. It was as if the Nine-Tattooed Dragon asked about the prostitutes of the brothel, or the Cloud Dragon coveted the gold and silver of Gao Qiu's mansion. It was all without reason.

Harry, suspicious, said, "I've been eyeing that fellow for half a year now. He might be a decent man, but he's not worthy of being called a scoundrel. I wonder why you're looking for him, brother?"

"Ah, we're just discussing his life ideals, which are what he wrote in 'Me Who Has Magic'."

Just as Harry was about to ask, the door to the lounge suddenly opened a crack, and Ron and Hermione peeked out.

"Oh, Harry, are you done talking?"

Harry quickly stood up and said, "Oh dear! I was so busy chatting with my brother that I forgot my sister and brother were still waiting outside. Please forgive me."

Upon hearing this, the two relaxed and walked in, each finding an empty spot by the fireplace to sit down.

Ron stretched and asked curiously, "What are you guys talking about? A new deal?"

Harry cupped his hands in a respectful gesture. "Brother, you guessed correctly. I was just talking to you about Lockhart."

He then recounted everything Salazar had just said.

Ron was completely confused, sitting with his legs crossed, unaware of what ideals Lockhart, that all-knowing but empty-headed guy, had.

Hermione's expression changed drastically upon hearing this, and she looked extremely embarrassed.

Harry noticed her strange expression and quickly asked, "Big sister, have you remembered something?"

"Oh, I'm so stupid, really," she stammered. "I only remembered that he was one of the four founders of Hogwarts, and forgot that he was also the founder of Slytherin House..."

Hermione spoke hoarsely, and Ron hurriedly put down his crossed legs, gripped his wand tightly, and scanned Salazar's face with his eyes.

"Hermione, what are you saying?"

Lockhart's ideal is for the magical and non-magical worlds to coexist harmoniously—that is, the ideal of equality between Muggles and wizards.

After he finished speaking, the lounge fell silent, save for a few heavy breaths.

"Although I don't like Lockhart, his ideals are absolutely sound!"

Ron stared intently at Salazar, his hair standing on end, every single one of his 362 orifices brimming with magical energy. "If you're going to spout that bloodline nonsense again—forget it! I'm not going to listen to you!"

"Tsk, that Gryffindor smell on you is a bit too strong, little redhead." Salazar looked disgusted and curled his lip, saying, "As if I would persecute a Muggle wizard."

"You, you're still pretending?!" Ron leaped up, jumping three feet high. "'The heir to the secret chamber will wipe out all half-bloods,' you said that, didn't you?!"

"And the basilisk! Dare you say you have absolutely nothing to do with it?!"

Ron's words were insightful and to the point. Hermione was shocked, while Harry praised him, saying he was truly a transformed and tough guy.

Salazar, unfazed by his questioning, calmly replied:

"My original words were, 'The heir to the Chamber of Secrets will purify those at Hogwarts who are unworthy to learn magic.' My purpose is to ensure the safety of the wizarding world, not to target Muggle wizards."

"Not all Slytherins are pure-blooded; there are many half-bloods, aren't there?"

Ron listened to his words and pondered for a moment, then froze in shock.

Yes, there is indeed a small number of half-blood wizards in Slytherin.

So... it was the later Slytherin students who misinterpreted Salazar's words?

His mind was filled with countless thoughts, and he couldn't speak for a moment.

Hermione frowned, asking with concern, "But what did those half-blood wizards do wrong to warrant such suspicion from him?"

Harry said in a deep voice, "Those who are not of our kind will surely have different hearts."

Upon hearing this, Salazar's eyes lit up. "Going to Gryffindor is really hindering your future, Harry."

"That one sentence of yours has defined Godric's entire life."

Ron and Hermione looked at each other, their eyes filled with confusion.

"Harry, what do you mean by 'not of my kind'?"

"That's right, aren't Muggles and wizards both human?"

Seeing their confusion, Harry sighed, "I have something inappropriate to say, and I hope you won't take offense, elder sister. If the Prime Minister of England were to wage war against the wizarding world, which side would you side with, elder sister?"

Hermione opened her mouth, but couldn't utter a single word.

Ron hesitated for a moment, then said tentatively, "That shouldn't happen... I mean, there doesn't seem to be any particularly intense war between wizards and Muggles—"

"Witch Hunt".

Slytherin suddenly spoke up: "Muggles have done these kinds of things while I was alive."

"In her dream, Rowena saw an even more intense conflict hundreds of years later, with witches being hunted down. They believed that if all the witches were killed, the wizarding world would become extinct."

"But the book says that it doesn't harm wizards at all!" Ron exclaimed. "Professor Binns said that most wizards treat the so-called burning at the stake as a joke—"

"That was certainly true when Muggle wizards weren't involved," Salazar said calmly. "Wizards know better how to deal with other wizards, don't they?"

"I can accept half-blood wizards, as long as they are elders on the wizarding side and can guide the child properly."

"Even those Muggle kids blessed by magic, as long as their parents are all dead, or they have grievances against the non-magical world, Slytherin can accept them."

"But those who walk between the wizarding and Muggle worlds, in my opinion, are all opportunists."

"If I'm not mistaken, Harry, that Muggle wizard lady didn't answer your question directly, did she?"

After Salazar finished speaking, Ron and Hermione remained silent for a long time, even forgetting to catch their breath.

Is this... Slytherin's pure-blood theory?

Both of them were stunned, but Harry laughed loudly and said, "If the witch and mahjong worlds are truly in chaos, I will seize the opportunity to rise up and unite them into one faction. Wouldn't that be wonderful!"

Having said that, he patted Hermione on the shoulder again, "Big sister, don't worry! If such a calamity truly occurs, I will do everything in my power to restore peace and order to this world!"

"You should know that we have all sworn an oath to work together to help those in distress and in danger!"

Hermione felt a warm current flow through her body after hearing Harry's words, and she stared at Harry and nodded emphatically.

"Yes! I believe you!"

Salazar couldn't help but clap his hands. "I admire your arrogance, Harry. Most people your age wouldn't even have the courage to say something like that."

Harry waved his hand dismissively. "Brother, stop spouting such discouraging nonsense. If Lockhart's words are not about universal harmony, then why are you seeking him out?"

"Ah, that's right, I almost went off-topic."

Salazar crossed his fingers and said, "He wants peace between the magical and non-magical worlds, and I have no objection."

"But that idiot actually wants giants and house-elves to be on equal footing with wizards, I can't accept that."

"The wizard's status today was all earned through my countless spells."

There is a saying: Salazar's debate on pure-blood theory shocks the three heroes; Lockhart's plea for justice for those not of the sorcerer race unjustly stirs up trouble. Wizards reign supreme over all races, and a thousand-year-old fire erupts; the conflict between sorcerers and healers ultimately ends in kinship, for those of different races have never been ours. To find out what happens next, please read the next chapter.

(End of this chapter)