Chapter 198 – The representative of Muggle-born wizards—Voldemort?
Time, 8:45.
After Draco calmed down for a moment, Alexander continued to tell the story of what happened to him in that room.
When Alexander talked about Sirius, Draco couldn't help but speak again, "He is my mother's cousin."
"My father is the great-grandson of Sirius Black's great-uncle, and my mother is his cousin." Ron also continued.
Draco and Ron looked at each other and couldn't help but sigh that the pure-blood circle was so small.
"As expected, my father said that Sirius Black and he are not the same people." Draco said slightly embarrassed.
"So, will Sirius Black be released? But why doesn't he cooperate? Logically speaking, he should be innocent." Ron said doubtfully.
"I don't know about that, Dumbledore has everything to do with it." Alexander showed a gloomy expression.
His godfather, most likely the innocent godfather, was still in Azkaban, which made him feel a little down.
The atmosphere in the school hospital couldn't help but become a little dull after Alexander talked about Sirius and his innocence.
"Alexander, what's next?" Draco and Ron asked at the same time.
They wanted to break the awkward atmosphere.
Alexander went on to talk about Voldemort's escape and Quirrell's death.
"He's dead—" Ron's expression became serious. He couldn't imagine that even with Dumbledore and Alexander, Quirrell was still dead.
"Is he innocent?—I mean, was he coerced?" Ron said with a dry smile.
"The Dark Lord sacrificed the lives of his men like this?" Draco said at the same time. He had been well protected since childhood and had always had an indescribable feeling of admiration for Voldemort.
But now Voldemort's behavior made him look like a girl in the fandom who saw her idol collapse.
Draco couldn't help muttering to himself again. After learning that Voldemort was a half-blood, he then learned about Voldemort's cruelty—the same way he treated his men.
"Now, you know how stupid your bastard dad's behavior is, right?"
"What benefits did you get from following your master, the mysterious man?—Bad reputation? Prison? Fines?" Ron rarely spoke clearly.
"No." Draco said in a dry voice without retorting.
He thought carefully about it and found that the pure-blood power had not expanded. Instead, they had lost many relatives—even some they could not deal with, but they were still relatives.
McKinnon, Burns, Puchent, and Prewett all withered or even died out as a result. Even Black, Carlo, Lestrange, Rozier, etc., on the Dark Lord's side suffered a similar fate.
Before the Dark Lord appeared, Britain had always been a pure-blood world. Although the number of Muggle wizards was gradually increasing, it was not a big problem.
On the contrary, after the Dark Lord appeared, he carried out the theory of pure blood and said that he was taking action to purify the wizard's bloodline, which caused the pure blood to wither and some small families and Muggle-born wizards to occupy high positions.
The Dark Lord—wasn't he an undercover agent?
Draco finally calmed down and frowned. "Then let's continue." Alexander cleared his throat and looked at Draco and Ron, who had returned to normal.
"Wait, I have a question—why is the mysterious man called Tom by Dumbledore?"
"And according to you, Alexander, he was born in an orphanage. Did he even go to Hogwarts? A person like him must have been a popular figure in school, the center of the crowd, just like Alexander and me too." Ron couldn't help but raise the question, but he still didn't dare to further raise his suspicion—could the mysterious man be a Muggle?
[Ron's internal thoughts omitted here for brevity but remain unchanged.]
"I remembered, Tom Riddle, I saw it in the trophy room on the fourth floor. I was there to look at my dad's trophy to see if it was the same as Roger Davis said—he fifty years ago won the special contribution award to the school." After listening to Ron's words, Alexander thought for a long time and said again.
"It's the right time. My grandfather was one of the first Death Eaters. He once mentioned that he was a few years older than You-Know-Who and they were very close."
"What relationship is better than that between a senior and a junior? In this case, I should be a third-generation Death Eater, haha." Draco said mockingly.
"Okay, okay, Voldemort's escape is just a small episode in the story I want to tell. Aren't you curious about the whereabouts of the Sorcerer's Stone?" Alexander said quickly. He looked at Draco and Ron. As expected, their attention was attracted and they were no longer lost in their own thoughts.
Alexander talked about how the Philosopher's Stone was swapped and turned into a device for projecting images—the same as the Philosopher's Stone.
That image recorded all the actions of the mysterious wizard in stealing the Sorcerer's Stone, and Alexander carefully avoided the mysterious wizard's comments about each level when retelling it.
He just briefly mentioned it and said that he thought the defense was very simple.
After all, Ron's mood was very important. He was rarely happy—if he was unhappy, his roommate would be tortured for a while.
Alexander also mentioned at the end that he might be from the moon.
"I know there are frogs on the moon. I remember a wizard who claimed that he flew to the moon riding a Sweeping Six Stars and brought back a bag of frogs on the moon as evidence." Ron finally became confident. He knew best about these slang stories that were circulated among the people.
"Come on, Weasley, this wizard also has a nickname: Unreliable Wink. He makes a splash almost every year. I guess in a few years, only unknown or nonsense small newspapers will be willing to report it." Draco said sarcastically.
(End of this chapter)
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