"You think Humphrey has a low status and is someone you can look down on. Then I or Draco can look down on you. So your feelings now are the same as Humphrey's. Are you happy?"
Luke asked with a smile.
Blaise's face was ashen, but he was speechless.
"The same goes for everyone else," Luke glanced at everyone present, those who stared at him with sharp eyes, and those who looked at him with gentle eyes, "If your bloodline is nobler than others, If you can bully other people unscrupulously, then at least half of you should lick my shoes."
"If you don't want to, then you have to resist me. If you can't resist me, do you really have to lick my shoes?"
"How can it be!"
A tall senior student with big teeth and gray eyes stared at Luke menacingly.
"Even if I die, there is no way I can accept such an insult!"
As he spoke, all the little snakes nodded in unison. How could someone as proud as them do such a despicable thing.
Luke felt really satisfied when he saw the pride and unyielding look on their faces.
Unlike some old nobles who had already knelt down and whose knees were weak, the Slytherin in front of him, who was mainly aristocratic students, had not been overpowered by power and had not knelt down before. So right here, hammering nails into their legs. This way they can accept subsequent transformations.
"Yes! You should resist! Do your best to defeat those who oppress us! For the glory of your ancestors flowing in your blood, and for the glory of your own souls."
"The greatness in our bloodline is the hard work of our ancestors! But what about us? Are we going to rest on our ancestors' merits and wait to die?"
"I don't want it! Shouldn't our ancestors be proud of us?!"
The voice came from another corner of the auditorium. That's the Hufflepuff table. The one who spoke was a boy with chestnut hair. Malfoy knew him, Ernie MacMillan, who was also a standard pure-blood noble.
"So, bullying the weak and fearing the powerful, are these things that can make our ancestors feel proud?!"
Luke asked.
"No! Only the weak bully the weaker!"
A senior girl shouted from the Ravenclaw table.
"So, being stubborn and stubborn, is this something that can make our ancestors proud?!"
"Why don't our ancestors crawl out of the family cemetery and strangle you to death?"
Fred Weasley expressed his opinion in a joking tone. This made some students laugh. But Ron, who was sitting next to him, found that his brother's eyes were full of seriousness. He seemed to really appreciate what Luke was saying.
"So, Blaise," Luke finally looked at the boy, but at this time Blaise no longer looked angry, "tell me, being greedy for vanity and following people's influence can make the ancestors feel proud. Something?"
"No, it's not..." Blaise said dully.
"So, this is what Draco and I are going to tell you."
Malfoy couldn't help but shuddered when he heard this.
What does this have to do with me?
"If you want to become a noble that is respected by everyone, then don't preach about the greatness of your ancestors all day long. What we should do is to make ourselves the pride of our ancestors, and even become the first generation of nobles in everyone's eyes. What we want to pursue It’s your own greatness!”
"Do you want to be a tombkeeper who guards the cemetery of your ancestors, or a pioneer who pursues the road to glory!"
When he said this, Luke looked at Malfoy opposite, and stretched out his right hand towards Malfoy.
Following the guidance of his gestures and eyes, everyone's attention was also focused on Malfoy.
Draco got the moment he wanted in the spotlight. And the moment Luke looked at him, he really felt the blood boiling in his body.
"Of course, to be a pioneer! Create glory again! Rebuild glory!"
Like Luke, he stood up and shouted, his face flushed with excitement.
With a "pop" sound, he held Luke's hand tightly.
The two people were in a state like they had reached some kind of sacred covenant.
From the top, crisp applause rang out. Then there was a wave of applause, like thunder, that sounded like a landslide in the auditorium.
Most students' faces were full of excitement, as if they were witnessing history at this moment.
"Minerva, the child you brought back doesn't seem very similar to the one you mentioned." Snape applauded and said to Professor McGonagall, "He looks like a typical careerist and politician. .”
Professor McGonagall's expression remained unchanged: "I still stick to my judgment. This is a very good child."
As he said that, Professor McGonagall glanced at the person in the middle who was leading the applause again.
Dumbledore had a proud smile on his face at this time, but his eyes were so deep that it was hard to tell what he was thinking.
Harry looked at the two people over there who were receiving cheers from everyone, and for a moment the feeling of envy filled his heart again. Not only them, but now the three people who answered Luke's question also accepted the applause from everyone at the table in their own academy. Fred was very pleased. While joking, he looked at Luke with a different kind of light in his eyes.
"It would be great if I could stand up and speak just now, but unfortunately I'm not sure if I'm a pureblood..."
Harry said a little disappointed.
The speech just now seems to be closer to the pure-blood nobles. Although it also talks about resistance and non-discrimination, it can be said that it is aimed at all wizards, but the subsequent glory, glory and the like do not seem to have much to do with him. relation. And Harry didn't know the clear definition of pure blood at this time, let alone what kind of people his parents were.
"You are also a pure-blood family. Harry, you can stand up." Percy heard Harry's words and said with a smile: "Your Potter family is also a famous pure-blood family in the wizarding world. Although you have not become a holy second Eighteen families cannot be considered top nobles."
Harry looked at Percy in surprise and couldn't help but ask, "Really?"
"Of course it's true... Well, Harry, pure-blood nobles are not as beautiful as Gunter said just now. Of course, maybe things will change in the future."
Percy hesitated for a moment, then looked at Luke's figure and said to Harry.
Beside Luke, Taylor looked at his back as if he saw some cherished magical animal, his eyes full of curiosity and desire to explore.
Malfoy was still enjoying everyone's applause and cheers. It felt like I was getting lost in the cheers.
And the corners of Luke's mouth formed a subtle smile.
Draco Malfoy has taken the bait.
