Chapter 236: 'A Simple Plan”

Chapter 236: “A Simple Plan”

Hugo explained the general situation of the Association. Minsk nodded and continued to explain, “I don’t know the inside story, but I understand after listening to Hugo. Because of his family background, Fabian influenced a lot of students in Nurmengard, and I have observed some signs since last year.”

“Signs?”

“The atmosphere in the school is getting worse and worse.” She frowned. She glanced at the three, “Nurmengards worship power, and we value the result more than the process. At the same time, we value our own interests, which leads to a very competitive atmosphere in the school, and few students cooperate with each other.”

Sean, Hermione, and Daisy all nodded. The atmosphere of the two schools is completely different.

She continued, “Under the competition, our concept of companions is rather vague. The older we get, the more students like to be lone wolves. It’s not a big problem when we get used to this kind of atmosphere. Facing a problem alone makes us have a better ability to solve things.”

Sean doesn’t quite agree with this point. Nurmengard’s students are indeed very good when they are alone, but in many cases, trust and cooperation will make problems easier to solve. In learning, we can also correct each other and make progress together.

For example, he and Hermione. Hermione’s current strength is definitely better than her in the original timeline.

Sean also got a lot of help, whether it was practicing spells with Hermione or discussing magical knowledge. There is always something that can be learned from it.

Although Sean’s thoughts differed from Minsk’s, he didn’t refute but just listened quietly to what she said next.

“Under this kind of atmosphere, Nurmengards rarely have companions. Although, after graduation, as long as you can pay enough, you can find many former alumni to help you. This personal relationship relies only on material, so it won’t affect your guys’ connection much.”

Ian said, “There is no connection. In many cooperations, it is not uncommon to be backstabbed by a former alumni. Because they just didn’t feel any connection to you.”

When he said this, Ian’s eyes calmed down. It seems that he or his family has experienced such a thing.

“Everything has risks. It’s just something that we, as Nurmengard students, have to tread carefully when doing such things.” Minsk replied.

Minsk continued, “This is the ecological environment of Nurmengard. The graduates have formed a circle all over the world. They have various influences from all walks of life. You pay, and they will help you.”

“However, that environment has changed a bit over the past few years.”

“How is that so?” Sean asked.

“Differentiation,” She uttered a word, “No matter what grade you are from Nurmengard or how long you have graduated as an adult wizard, whether you are from a wizard family or a Muggle family, your nationality or region, and you are a half-dwarf, half-giant, or half-veela. All personal differences will not become bargaining chips on the table.”

“In Numengard, everyone is equal. You get what you pay.”

Hugo said aside, “This is what Professor Grindelwald has always advocated. Wizards are wizards, and our nobility is only for other species.”

“That’s right. At that time, if a Muggle wizard and a pure-blood wizard wanted to get a bottle of potion from another person, they would have to pay the same Galleons or other items of equivalent value, but now it’s different.” Savannah’s expression was a little dignified.

“Social class is slowly emerging again...” Sean murmured.

Minsk took a look, “Yeah, but the word I just used was differentiation.”

“Someone did it on purpose?”

“Yes. Nurmengard’s environment has gradually formed since the school was founded, and there is Professor Grindelwald. This social class difference should not appear unless someone deliberately divides it.” Minsk seems to be quite aware of the situation, having done quite a bit of research herself

“My family has a related business. In recent years, wizards from Muggle families have wanted to get some kind of help. They need to pay more and more, but those pure-blood wizards are not treated that way.”

Sean thought silently. He needed a sneak attack if he wanted to subdue him without anyone noticing.

He cannot bring animals with him. Otherwise, he will be discovered. Considering his magic, defense props, and Terrell, who can defend him, is pretty important.

He has a great advantage. After all, Sean is in the dark. Even if Fabian is always on guard, it is impossible to be vigilant all the time.

The best opportunity should be when no one is around him, and he unloads the magic props. For example, when he was taking a bath.

A simple plan emerged in Sean’s mind.

“Well, the difficulty shouldn’t be too high. But, I have to think about how to execute it well.”

—-

The remedial lesson plan announced by Grindelwald has been implemented, and on Sunday afternoon, the students in Nurmengard finally ushered in a half-day break.

With a smile on his face, Fabian politely said goodbye to the classroom where he was. When he and another tall boy walked out of the castle, his smile became condescending and annoying.

“Fabian, is it necessary to be so polite all the time?” said the boy beside him.

“Image is important,” Fabian straightened his neckline, frowned, and brushed off a trace of dust on his shoulders, “Of course, the professors should know me. They also understand my strengths, but I treat them respectfully, which often leaves a good impression. What about those ordinary students? As long as you have the strength and energy, you don’t have to think too much about their thoughts.”

Terrell shrugged, “I guess you’re right.”

Fabian’s mouth rose slightly, “Terrell, after graduation, you will become an honorary member of our family. What I have is yours.”

Hearing this sentence, Terrell showed a smile.

“When the time comes, I’m going to have fun with Knockturn Alley and those—”

“Well, suit yourself, Terrell.” Aiken said leisurely.

The two walked towards the castle’s east side, one after the other. While stroking the smooth fur of the cat in his arms, Fabian said casually, “How is that Golden Dawn?”

“Except for the four-person team that lost to him that day, no one went there. You have already sent a message, and you also sent out the information about the dragon. There is no need for them to take the risk of offending you.”

“Those four people?” Aiken squinted his eyes, “Hugo and Patricia are both capable people. Minsk family is a broker, and she will still fall to me in the end. As for the second-grade kid, I’ve never heard of him.”

“However, I have to find a chance to talk to some of them,” he said, “A Mudblood from Hogwarts actually dares to take the honor bestowed by Mr. Grindelwald as a reward? I don’t know how could there be a person who thinks highly about themselves.”

Terrell laughed a few times, and the two walked to the herb garden. Bypassing the main greenhouse, Fabian came to another smaller greenhouse. He pushed the door open with gloves on, then frowned.

A hooded wizard is already inside.

“I don’t know if you know that this is the place where I always come to. Forget it. Terrell, give him a Galleon to send him away.”

Terrell nodded and went up to chat for a few words. The fifth-grader from Nurmengard had just rolled up his sleeves and was cultivating soil for a pot of jelly grass. Looking at his hands, Aiken frowned unconsciously.

“Ugh... Tattoos are disgusting...”

He saw a strange mark on the boy’s arm. It’s a python coiled out of the skull’s mouth.