Hogwarts: What are the four great masters doing?

That's why Pansy said at this moment: "The reason why we are noble is that Parkinson always makes the right choice."

"Throughout the long years, each generation of Parkinson's has come on the side of something greater and nobler."

She recalled what her parents had told her not long ago, when she returned home for Christmas break.

"The pure-blood theory is influential, so we are the pure-blooded twenty-eight holy clans."

"The Dark Lord possesses immense power and influence, so my father became his supporter."

When she finished speaking, Ryan raised his eyebrows: "Are you trying to say that you are not loyal to Voldemort?"

But Pansy shook her head: "No, Parkinson has always been loyal!"

"My father chose the Dark Lord, and he has always been his most loyal servant - until the Dark Lord's defeat, which proved that my father's 'choice' was wrong!"

She said calmly.

Ryan raised an eyebrow. "So...he lost his power?"

"Just take a back seat - that's the family rule."

After Pansy answered this way, Ryan naturally understood the situation of the Parkinson family.

This is a very special family.

Are they a pure-blood family?

Of course that's right—the Parkinson family has considered itself a pure-blood family for many years, and is a core member of the Twenty-Eight Sacred Clans.

But...the essence of this family is 'neutral'.

They have no real devotion to the pure-blood theory.

They just made a choice.

They chose the noble and great side of their cognition and transformed themselves into what the other party needed.

Once this choice is made, the Parkinson family will be absolutely loyal to it - until the other party fails completely and falls into dust.

This distinguishes the Parkinson family from those who sit on the fence.

Quite the contrary, once a Parkinson makes a choice, he must be loyal and steadfast.

Like Pansy's father 'Hector Parkinson'.

He chose Voldemort, and in the end Voldemort died on that rainy night more than ten years ago - at least that's what most people thought.

So her father stepped back and her mother took over the power, and has rarely appeared in the public eye until now.

And now...

"It's my turn to make a choice."

Pansy said softly.

At this moment, she seemed to show a maturity far beyond her years.

That's right.

Choose the nobler and greater side - that was the concept her parents had taught her since she could remember.

And for the past eleven years, she has always believed that pure-blood families are noble and great.

So she would choose to approach Draco Malfoy and make him her first choice - because the Malfoy family is extremely influential and is very popular among the pure-blood families today.

She thought it was the right choice, until...that encounter on the Black Lake.

The giant squid, moonlight, and the little wizard who stopped the giant creature.

As Pansy said, it was a scene she could never forget.

That scene made her remember the name Ryan Elias forever.

But that was just the beginning.

Before the Sorting ceremony, Ryan defeated Draco Malfoy with a single wave of his hand - it wasn't even a duel.

And then, the duel in the Slytherin common room made Pansy feel even more confused.

She had decided to go find Dean Snape - she thought that if she could save Ryan once, the previous things would be evened out, and she could convince herself that her original choice was not wrong.

But the fact is that Ryan once again defeated all the first-year wizards in Slytherin and took care of a fifth-year prefect.

Pansy then heard what Ryan said from the young wizards in Slytherin.

"As a Slytherin, you must first be outstanding enough."

From those words, Pansy felt the true nobility.

No sarcasm, no ridicule, no contempt.

He just stood at a higher perspective, looking down on everyone calmly.

Like an elder, like a sage, like the greatest wizards in history.

Then, there was the Quidditch pitch.

The golden armor and the falling figure of the troll lord made Pansy even more certain.

Ryan Elias is the more noble and great one!

So she returned home during the Christmas holidays and told her parents that she was going to make her 'choice'.

Of course her parents didn't believe it at first.

They persuaded her, unwilling to put the family's choice on a little wizard.

"You are too young to make your own choices, Pansy."

Her mother said so.

"If you really insist on doing this, then at least wait until you graduate from school... That's the rule."

And then, not long after, they heard about the 'Heir of Hufflepuff' and the 'Miracle at St. Mungo's'.

So they no longer had any reason to prevent their daughter from making a choice.

"I am the only Parkinson's patient of the current generation, so my 'choice' is Parkinson's 'choice'!"

The little witch looked at Ryan, with many things in her eyes.

It may be the cry of a fledgling as it spreads its wings for the first time, or it may be the innocent feelings of childhood, or it may be the respect for outstanding people.

But anyway...

"I've made my choice—the Parkinsons will stand by you, Elias."

It's like a long time ago.

Keeping with the noble and in the company of the great—that’s how it’s always been for the Parkinson family.

So Ryan looked at the young witch in front of him.

Then he grinned.

"Well...it seems I underestimated everyone a little bit."

He suddenly realized that his understanding of pure-blood families seemed a bit too rigid.

Admittedly, many pure-blood families may be fools who truly believe in pure-bloodism.

But...among these families that do have a long history, there are always some interesting parts.

Apparently, this is the case with the Parkinson family.

So, Ryan took a serious look at Pansy Parkinson.

"Pansy, I don't really like the word servant."

"But I'm glad to be your friend."

He smiled.

That's right.

For him, who was determined to restore Slytherin to its true glory, he naturally would not reject what Pansy Parkinson said.

It would be better to say that he was happy to see an opportunity for Slytherin to change.

Chapter 138 Rita Skeeter: How could the heir of Hufflepuff do such a thing!?

After saying goodbye to Pansy, Ryan returned to the dormitory.

The rustling sound of the grass in the wind outside the window calmed his heart.

He pushed open the door while thinking about the possible actions of the Ministry of Magic and the pure-blood families.

"Meow?"

When he opened the door, Friday was sleeping in a ball by the window, watching him with his ears perked up.

"Yeah, I'm back—it's been a long day."

Ryan stretched and walked to the bed.

"Meow?"

"Oh, no – I'm certainly not going to bed yet… I still have things to do."

Ryan muttered, then he gently extended his hand.

A beautiful crown appeared in his hand.

He looked at the Ravenclaw Diadem in front of him, which no longer emitted whispers and evil thoughts, and had become as exquisite and restrained as before.

Then he put the crown directly on his head without hesitation.

Then...

"Buzz!"

Silently, the exquisite crown disappeared as Ryan was wearing it.

Instead.

A sense of calmness rose from his heart.