Amosta drank his tea indifferently, waiting for the group of young wizards to speak to him, but the silence lasted for a long time.

The horror of the Dark Lord, these pure-blood descendants from famous families know more than the children of ordinary wizarding families, and they can't say lightly that they want to go against the Dark Lord.

"How?"

Amosta, who could not answer, said a little disappointed,

"No one can think of an idea. Should we wait until the Dark Lord dies of old age before looking at our target? Or should we abandon this unrealistic goal and replace it with an ideal that is more achievable? ”

The crowd was filled with emotion, and Amosta could see the embarrassment on the faces of the children who had sworn allegiance and followed him.

"We're not afraid to follow. Phew, Dark Lord fights, sir--"

Amosta leaned back on the couch, his face softened again, and he said in a brisk tone,

"But you know what, that's what the Dark Lord has been asking his Death Eaters to do. Abandon feelings, abandon the will of the self, abandon the dignity of being a human being, for his own cruel dreams. ”

Amosta was glad to see in the eyes of these children the extreme resistance if anyone here really wanted to try. Like Barty Crouch Jr., who did not hesitate to 'kill his relatives and testify' in order to show his heart, then he really had to think about whether to 'clean up the portal'.

The ghostly light green flames radiated a cold aura all around, and the chains hanging from the ceiling made a clicking sound, the sound was a bit like the sound of ghouls grinding their teeth like to hide in old furniture, and the shadows of those chains were cast on the students' bodies, and Draco saw the black shadow of a rope falling from the neck of Nott opposite, swaying, looking like he was going to hang him, and Nott's face was indeed very pale.

Amosta looked at the children with great anticipation in her eyes,

"I am glad of your courage, Blaise,"

"And what I'm telling you is--"

Amosta said in an appreciative tone,

"I also think that the Dark Lord has nothing to fear, I don't think I will lose to him, not to mention, we can use Dumbledore is not, he has always resolutely resisted the Dark Lord, if I join forces with Dumbledore, I believe that the Dark Lord will not do anything, and you--"

After Amosta left the classroom, the youngest Astoria suddenly stood up, she seemed calmer than the boys, after all, her parents were not Death Eaters, although they agreed with some of Voldemort's views.

The Ministry of Magic is reluctant to admit that Voldemort is back, which means that I can't use the power of the Ministry of Magic to fight Voldemort's forces, and Dumbledore has only a few old and sick people left to fight against the sharp Death Eaters. Maybe you and I have been training you for so long that you've finally made you look decent, and maybe you can help me deal with the Dark Lord's Death Eaters. Isn't it? ”

"Are you really going to fight the Dark Lord? You - you know, he is known as the most evil wizard in history, and many of the wizards who rebelled against him ended up with no good fate. ”

Amosta's tone paused, he got up from his seat, looked at the children condescendingly, and said calmly,

"If they repent, it's not that they don't have a chance to atone for their sins, but if they resist stubbornly and go all the way to the dark, then maybe they won't even have a chance to enter Azkaban."

"He wants to turn everyone into his slaves, Miss Greengrass—"

This incident did not happen for nothing, his father had a duel drill with him in order to test his strength, and his strength really shocked his father.

Draco had always had mixed feelings about his father, both fearful and reverent.

Amosta waved away the magic, returning the gym classroom to its original state, and the bright sunlight shone on the innocent children again.

Professor Blaine's cold voice fell on Draco's ears, stimulating him to be clever, and these words made him shiver all over his body,

"I'm going to fight Voldemort, it's easy to understand isn't it, I can't let him steal all the show by himself, but I'm facing a problem right now.

Amosta smiled,

"I've been teaching you how to arm yourself, haven't I, I can assure you that I'm not hiding, I've taught you the magic that a young wizard of this age can master. To be honest, at my own age, I'm afraid I won't be able to beat your dueling squad and go to the next level of magic, at least until you're in the advanced class--"

Amosta went on to say,

"I do have to go against the Dark Lord. I don't think much of the current Ministry of Magic, the current wizarding world, I plan to change it a little, but it is not the kind of wizarding world full of fear and murder that the Dark Lord wants to see, and I will make sure that Voldemort is completely finished one day, and there is no chance of returning.

"Will help me deal with the Dark Lord, loyal to the Death Eaters, won't you?"

"And those of his followers."

Draco's mouth opened, but he didn't know what to say, but suddenly he felt some pity for his father.

"What I want you to understand is that you should be more assertive, you should have your own pursuits, you should have your own dreams, instead of taking your own precious life, taking your own precious wealth, I mean the love you have, to practice the cruel ideas of others."

"It seems that you are not willing to fight against your relatives in order to fulfill my ideals?"

"I believe that after my training, you will not be much worse than the Death Eaters of the Dark Lord, as long as you are united, as long as you move forward, of course, there are difficulties, some of you need to face off your loved ones directly, but I believe that you are willing to abandon ridiculous family ties for the sake of our common ideals, right?"

"I'll tell you the truth—"

Just the thought of moving it, Draco felt that his feet were weak, how could he do such a cruel and unjustified thing!

The suffocating silence, here the Slytherin students, there was some paleness and horror, but Professor Bryan's indifferent voice did not stop,

Brace said with a pale face and panting,

Astoria's breathing was slightly short, and she looked at Professor Brian's bright eyes,

Draco's face turned pale, he knew what Professor Bryan was talking about.

"We are willing to follow behind you, no matter who stands in our way"

Fight your own dad

Draco's gray eyes trembled slightly, and cold sweat flowed down his forehead.

He longed to surpass his father, who he knew seemed to be among the first to follow the Dark Lord, and was trusted by the Dark Lord. He is here today, in front of Professor Blaine, and he is also somewhat in mind to surpass his father in this point - to follow a new legend and become a backbone.

But killing his own father just to fulfill his ambitions?

Fear came from the harsh education he had received since childhood, and reverence came from his father's superior powers, commendable shrewdness, and wise eyes, and, he could not help but hear something about his father's experiences in his youth. Under the leadership of the Dark Lord, restore the 'history of struggle' of pure-blood glory.

Draco wriggled his ass uneasily, and at this moment, he was not the only one who dodged from Amosta's eyes.

"Professor Blaine!"

"As for you saying, you want strength from me--"

Draco, Not, Brace

Amosta saw their clenched fists loosen, their palms trembling slightly. Their pupils constricted to the extreme, and their eyes radiated with fear.

Amosta smiled and said,

"It's a pity, I'm a person who doesn't like to bow down to others, between death and surrender, I will not hesitate to choose death, remember to eat the things on the table before leaving, waste is shameful"

(End of chapter)