Chapter 106 History of Magic
'When the concept of Mugglebloods was first proposed, wizards had the awareness of distinguishing themselves by birth, and when the word mudblood was created, sewage was thrown on a part of the land in a targeted manner, causing the original soil to become mud.'
Della was reading this passage when Hermione raised her hand and asked Professor Binns in her clear voice about the Chamber of Secrets and the Heir.
Della raised her head, shifting her attention away from the book about Muggle discrimination in her hand, and looked at Hermione like everyone else.
"My course is History of Magic, and I study facts, Miss Granger, not myths and legends." Professor Binns expressed his refusal to answer Hermione's questions in his dry, breathless voice. He wanted to go back to the textbook and read again. "In October of that year, a special team of Sardinian wizards -"
"I would like to ask you, sir, legends are based on certain facts, right?"
However, Hermione kept holding up her hands and finally convinced Professor Binns.
"Okay." In response to everyone's gaze, Professor Binns could only continue reluctantly, "You must all know that Hogwarts was founded by the four greatest wizards and witches more than a thousand years ago--"
Professor Binns drily recounted the short history of Hogwarts. He talked about the disagreements between Slytherin and other founders in recruiting students. After mentioning that Slytherin quarreled with Gryffindor and eventually left Hogwarts, Professor Binns paused.
"Reliable history tells us only this much, but the pure facts are obscured by the strange legends of the Chamber of Secrets."
Professor Binns said this, with a rare ups and downs in his tone, and he finished with a little anger the story about the heir and the Chamber of Secrets that Draco and Della had told him before.
The boring History of Magic class became lively, with students talking about the heir of Slytherin and the Chamber of Secrets, but were finally stopped by Professor Binns' stern "Enough!"
They returned to their previously uneventful classroom and to the history of the International Wizarding Convention of 1928.
Looking at the word "mud" that appeared many times in the book, Della felt an extreme sense of irony. She closed the book, revealing its gray cover "Mud, Dirt and Land", and then poked Draco who was beginning to feel drowsy next to her.
"Draco," she called softly as she poked him, "can you tell me more about what happened fifty years ago?"
"Don't be afraid. I will always be by your side." Draco comforted her before whispering, "I almost said it last time. After all, my father was not born yet."
"Then how did your father know that it was the heir who did it? Professor Binns didn't mention this just now." Della leaned towards Draco.
"Because Hogwarts found a scapegoat and covered up the issue of the heir, otherwise this place would have been closed fifty years ago." Draco lowered his voice even more. "My father said something similar when he complained about Dumbledore before. Dumbledore has been a professor here for a long time."
"It's not necessarily that Hogwarts found it. Hasn't the Ministry of Magic always been muddling through its work?" Della retorted quietly, "Then you Saints all know everything about what happened fifty years ago?"
"Ah, they sometimes talk about this," Draco nodded. "Uncle Nott, he's much older than my father's circle. It seems that he entered the school a year after the Muggle-born died. When he entered school, everyone was still talking about that incident."
"Nott's Theodore Nott?" Della's tone rose slightly, but still kept it low. She quickly remembered what Ginny had said before, that Nott had a very old father.
"Yes, our two families have a good relationship, and we often entertain them." Draco quietly held Della's hand and said, "I am also happy to entertain you. In fact, our family is not so strict about the concept of pure-bloods. You are so outstanding, I believe your parents are both wizards."
"You are so thoughtful, Draco," Della agreed, but her eyes showed no emotion. She did not agree with the terms pure-blood, half-blood, and punk, but she was not someone who liked to force her opinions. "What you have done these days is also very thoughtful, but I think you can take a little less stress, Draco."
"I'm not nervous," Draco replied immediately, tightening his grip on Della's hand, "I just want a little more reassurance."
"You and I were both chosen. We will be fine. Besides, you can't just see me all the time." Della's voice became gentler. She guided the boy, "Slytherin still has honor. I know your Quidditch team will be stepping up their training soon."
"We are very serious when we need to train, and our team has the best equipment. We can win without any extra effort." Draco argued, and the strength in his hands became stronger. "The game is important, but you are also important."
"I'm glad you said that, Draco." Della's other hand covered the boy's slightly clenched hands, "but you can't lose other opportunities to be happy and brilliant because of me. That would make me feel panic."
"Let's slowly return to our previous state, okay?" Della finally said this, staring at Draco's wandering gray eyes.
"Then you have to promise," Draco had just started when the bell for the end of get out of class rang. However, he paid no attention to Professor Binns's gruff "class dismissed" or the increasingly noisy environment around him, and continued, "Don't go to dangerous places alone again, especially places like the Shrieking Shack. Before things come to a conclusion, please restrain your unusual behavior, Della."
"I'll do my best." Della responded to this, but didn't agree completely. She quickly laughed, "In fact, Draco, I heard a little news from Snape. You will have extra training."
"Really? I haven't heard Flint say that it's hard for our team to find time except on weekends. Our schedules are completely staggered."
"If each of you skip a few Defense Against the Dark Arts classes, you'll have some time together." Della's smile widened.
"You mean, Dean Snape can give us this permission?" Draco's eyes lit up, "That's great!"
"We're still negotiating. I believe Professor Lockhart will agree. He doesn't need so many people in his class." Della curled her lips not too obviously, revealing a bit of disdain in her tone. "He's not like Professor Binns. At least Professor Binns has real talent and knowledge."
"Yes, if I have to keep watching him and Potter reading novels, he might as well kill me," Draco began to pack his schoolbag. "He might as well keep having us perform in groups. He can be a good behind-the-scenes screenwriter."
"No screenwriter behind the scenes will force you to write a two-foot-long homework to praise him." Della also put away the book "Mud, Dirt and Land" on the table. "I bet he will assign this homework on Friday."
"He will definitely do that," Draco rolled his eyes. After zipping up his bag, he reached out to Della, "Would you like to go to the lounge for a cup of tea? We can also have some snacks that my mother sent."
"You know I can't refuse this." Della put on her bag and took Draco's hand with a smile.
The History of Magic class in the afternoon was the last class of the day. After class, they stayed together just like they did in the past few days, but they all felt much more comfortable. The strong tea and snacks they shared finally tasted a bit comfortable again.