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You roll your eyes and respond, "That's just your opinion man, why you gotta keep a brother down?"
Malfoy sneers, "Typical of a mudblood to resort to Muggle slang. You should know your place and stay in it. I wouldn't want to tarnish my pure bloodline by associating with the likes of you."
You confidently state your argument to Malfoy, "If you have not remarked Half Bloods are more than half of the magical population of Great Britain, we are the majority, you are a dwindling group of dying bloodlines."
Before you can finish, Malfoy interrupts you and scoffs, "That's a load of rubbish. Many bloodlines, including mine, are going strong. It's pure-bloods like us who keep the wizarding world pure and powerful."
"Maybe. However, even our Headmaster is a half-blood so I suggest you to adapt to our new way of life if you do not want to be swept away by modernity and to see your manors confiscated and transferred to more tolerant people. We are coming for you and I suggest you to adapt or leave the country altogether."
Draco avoids your gaze and mumbles, "It's not like that, I just...I don't know. It's how I was raised." Crabbe and Goyle laugh even louder, taunting you and calling you a coward for not fighting back. You resist the urge to react and instead take a deep breath, hoping to diffuse the tension. You quietly ponder whether Draco is truly racist or just behaving this way due to his infamously bigoted parents.
When you enter the library, the first thing that strikes you is the towering shelves of books that reach up to the ceiling. The wooden floors creak underfoot as you make your way through the aisles, the smell of aged paper and leather filling your nostrils. The room is dimly lit, but the soft glow of lamps scattered throughout the library creates an inviting ambiance. Comfortable armchairs and tables are scattered around the room, providing cozy nooks to curl up with a book. The library seems like a world of its own, a sanctuary for those seeking knowledge and adventure through the written word.
While Terry Boot peruses the chess section, you come across a pamphlet detailing the history of the school. To your shock, you learn that the school was originally a secret dark wizard facility for the study of the Dark Arts, used to study death curses and the secrets of immortality. In the present time, the school has left its dark past behind, and is now led by Albus Dumbledore.
After you finish reading, you notice something strange -- with a red pencil, someone has struck out the name of "Albus Dumbledore" and wrote, "Fake persona. He's not who you think he is."
