"You think Humphrey is a lowly person, someone you can look down on. Then Draco or I can look down on you. So how you feel now is the same as Humphrey's. Happy? ”

Luke asked with a smile.

Brace's face turned pale, but he couldn't speak.

"The same goes for the others," Luke glanced at everyone present, those who stared at him with piercing eyes, those who looked at him with tender eyes, "If your bloodline is nobler than the others, and you can bully others with impunity, 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 want to lick my shoes?"

"How is that possible!"

A tall, gray-eyed senior stared at Luke menacingly.

"I can't accept such an insult even if I die!"

As he spoke, all the little snakes nodded in unison. Proud as they are, how could they do such a degrading thing.

Luke looked at the pride and unyielding on their faces and felt really satisfied.

Unlike some old aristocrats who have already knelt down and their knees are weak, the Slytherin in front of him, who is mainly composed of aristocratic students, has not been overwhelmed by the power and has knelt down. So right here, hammer a nail into their legs. So that they can accept the transformation later.

"That's right! You should resist! Do your best to bring down those who oppress us! For the glory of your ancestors, and for the glory of your own souls. ”

"Greatness in the bloodline, that's the efforts of the ancestors! But what about us? Are we going to lie down on the merits of our ancestors and wait for death? ”

"I don't want it! Shouldn't the ancestors be glorified for us?! ”

The voice came from another corner of the auditorium. It was the Hufflepuff table. The one who opened his mouth was a boy with chestnut hair. Malfoy knew him, Ernie McMillan, and was also a standard pure-blood nobleman.

"So, bullying the weak and fearing the powerful, is this something that can make the ancestors feel honored?!"

Luke asked.

"It's not! Only the weak will bully the weaker! ”

On the Ravenclaw table, an older girl shouted.

"So, being complacent and ignorant, is this something that can make the ancestors feel glorified?!"

"Why didn't the ancestor crawl out of the family cemetery and strangle you?"

Fred Weasley made his point in a joking tone. This caused some of the students to burst out laughing. But Ron, who was sitting next to him, found that his brother's eyes were full of seriousness. He seemed to genuinely agree with what Luke said.

"So, Brace," Luke finally looked at the boy, but Brace no longer had an angry look on his face, "tell me, is it something that can make an ancestor feel honored?" ”

"No, it's not ......," Brace said, a little sluggish.

"So, that's what Draco and I are going to tell you."

Malfoy couldn't help but shudder when he heard this.

What's wrong with me?

"If you want to be a nobleman who is respected by everyone, then don't spend all day preaching the greatness of your ancestors. What we should do is to make ourselves the pride of our ancestors, and even become the first generation of nobles in the eyes of everyone. What we are looking for is our own greatness! ”

"Do you want to be the grave keeper of the ancestral cemetery, or the pioneer of the path of glory!"

As he said this, Luke's eyes looked at Malfoy on the other side, and he also extended his right hand to Malfoy.

As his gestures and eyes guided, everyone's eyes were focused on Malfoy's.

Draco got the moment he wanted. And the moment Luke looked at him, he also really felt the boiling blood in his body.

"Be a trailblazer, of course! Create glory again! Recast brilliance! ”

He, like Luke, stood up and shouted, his face flushed with excitement.

With a snap, he squeezed Luke's hand tightly.

The state of the two people at this time was as if they had reached some sacred covenant.

At the top of the list, crisp applause rang out. Then there was a thunderous applause in the auditorium, like a landslide.

Most of the students' faces were filled with excitement, as if they were witnessing history at this moment.

"Minerva, the child you brought back doesn't seem to be very similar to what you said." Snape clapped and said to Professor McGonagall, "This is like a typical careerist and politician." ”

Professor McGonagall's face remained unchanged: "I still stand by my judgment, this is a good boy. ”

As she spoke, Professor McGonagall glanced again at the man in the middle who was leading the clapping.

Dumbledore had a proud smile on his face at this point, but his eyes were so deep that it was impossible to tell what he was thinking.

Harry looked at the two people over there who were cheering on, and for a moment envy filled his heart again. Not only them, but now the three who answered Luke's question were also receiving the applause of everyone at their own academy tables. Fred was very helpful, and while joking, he looked at Luke with a different kind of light in his eyes.

"If only I could have stood up and spoken just now, but unfortunately I'm not sure if I'm a pureblood......"

Harry said with some frustration.

The speech just now seems to be closer to the relationship between the pure-blood nobles, although there are also things about rebellion and non-discrimination, which can be said to be aimed at all wizards, but the subsequent glory, glory and the like, it seems that it has little to do with him. And Harry didn't know at this time, the clear definition of pureblood, let alone what kind of people his parents were.

"You're a pure-blood, too. Harry, you can stand up. Percy heard Harry's words and smiled and said, "Your Potter family is also a well-known pure-blood family in the wizarding world. Although he did not become the Divine Twenty-Eight Family, he could not be regarded as a top-level nobleman. ”

Harry looked at Percy in amazement and couldn't help but ask, "Really?" ”

"Of course it's true...... Well, though, Harry, the pure-blood nobles aren't as good as Gaunt just said. Of course, maybe that will change in the future. ”

Percy hesitated for a moment, then looked at Luke's figure and said to Harry.

And beside Luke, Taylor looked at his back, as if he saw some cherished magical beast, his eyes were full of curiosity and desire to explore.

Malfoy was still enjoying everyone's applause and cheers. It felt like losing myself in a flurry of cheers.

The corners of Luke's mouth were drawn into an undetectable smile.

Draco Malfoy, already hooked.