At dinner time, Kate arrived at the Hospital Wing.
She immediately spotted Malfoy, who was being guarded by Crabbe and Goyle, and asked the matron, Madam Pomfrey, for half an hour of time.
"Take it away! I don't want to eat this!" Malfoy lay on the bed, loudly venting his dissatisfaction to his followers.
Seeing this, Kate walked over leisurely. "It seems your spirits are high."
He didn't look at all like the person whose legs were so weak he couldn't stand after coming down from the sky just a while ago.
"Why are you here!" Malfoy's face suddenly turned green when he saw her. "Crabbe, Goyle, get her out!"
The two chubby boys were just about to step forward when they saw Kate draw her wand. "If you don't want to suffer the same fate as him, I suggest you don't come any closer."
Their faces stiffened simultaneously, and they hesitated, taking a few steps back.
"Let me chat with him for a while; half an hour will do," Kate said, the corners of her lips lifting as she negotiated with them in a gentle, soft voice.
The two were still a bit hesitant, but Malfoy behind them spoke up on his own accord. "Let her come over! I don't believe she'd dare to make a move in the Hospital Wing!"
Actually, she would dare.
To preserve this person's self-esteem, Kate only replied in her heart. After Crabbe and Goyle left the ward, she pulled up a chair and sat down.
Malfoy sat on the bed, lifting his chin in feigned arrogance. "If you're here to apologize, then say it quickly."
Kate shrugged. "I heard you were making a ruckus here about complaining to the Head of House about me, so I came to take a look."
"Heh," Malfoy laughed triumphantly. "Scared now? I advise you not to associate with Gryffindors in the future, otherwise—"
"Otherwise, you'll insult me in front of everyone like today, and then get flown into the sky like a kite by me?"
Kate retorted with a look of indifference. "Compared to me, it seems you were the one who lost out more, right?"
As an adult who had been severely beaten by society, what harsh words hadn't she heard?
Not to mention Malfoy's childish humiliation, which couldn't breach her psychological defenses at all.
"Do you want to be a disgrace to pure-bloods?!" A faint red flush rose on Malfoy's pale face. "Shafiq, you are from a pure-blood family!"
He still had the nerve to bring up family with her.
Kate suppressed the urge to roll her eyes and asked him patiently, "In your eyes, what exactly is 'pure-blood' a symbol of? Nobility, or high society?"
"Of course, it's both!" Malfoy tried hard to straighten his small body. "Those lowly Muggle-born fellows, and wizards who sully the name of pure-bloods, aren't fit to be wizards at all!"
Tsk, this young man has gone astray; his worldview is truly twisted.
Facts proved that good family education was simply too important.
Kate sighed inwardly. "I agree with the fact that pure-blood wizards are very precious, because in today's wizarding world, I'm afraid there aren't many true pure-blood wizards left."
"Hah! What nonsense are you talking about?" Malfoy looked at her as if her brain had short-circuited.
Discussing biology with this guy was really asking for too much, so Kate simply gave him examples. "Then let me ask you, do you think Merlin was a pure-blood wizard?"
"Of—of course!" When saying this, even Malfoy himself was hesitant.
He didn't know Merlin's origins; he just heard the adults around him chanting "Merlin's beard" or "Merlin's socks" every day.
Merlin was equivalent to God in the magical world.
"But as far as I know, Merlin was born of an incubus and a distinctively non-magical ordinary woman. His mother wasn't a wizard, so according to your definition, he should be a half-blood."
Even God is a half-blood, so what pure-blood glory are you talking about here?
Malfoy's gaze began to turn chaotic, and he involuntarily gripped his quilt tightly. "You're lying!"
"Fine, let's assume I'm lying to you," Kate didn't argue with him and continued asking. "Then let me ask you again, where did the very first wizard come from?"
"Did the first Muggles suddenly mutate into wizards, or did Muggles combine with some magical creatures to become wizards?"
"According to this conjecture, the parents of the original ancestor of all contemporary wizards must have had at least one side who was once a Muggle."
"Then, by your standards, starting from our ancestors, shouldn't everyone be a half-blood?"
Using the chicken-and-egg problem to confuse a child was simply a walk in the park.
Kate watched Malfoy's panicked expression with satisfaction and continued, "By the same logic, how do those Muggle-born young wizards possess magic?"
"Did they mutate themselves like the ancestors, or did their ancestors also have wizards among them?"
"Student Malfoy, dare you confirm that there are no Muggles among your ancestors? Or dare you confirm that there won't be Squibs or those who intermarry with Muggles among your descendants?"
"Based on this, can pure-bloods and half-bloods really be easily distinguished based on the origins of both parents? Is the blood in your body really a grade higher than others?"
Truthfully, anyone who had studied biology could hear many flaws in these theories.
All her questions were empty talk, with absolutely no data to support the questions she asked.
But Kate was just bullying wizards for their lack of culture; aside from magic, they didn't really study academic subjects.
At any rate, she was a liberal arts student. Since she couldn't engage in finance like her senior transmigrators, she always had ways to fool children.
The current Malfoy was clearly not yet completely bound by the family relationships of the future; planting a seed in his heart while he was young was a good thing.
"Alright, let's return to our earlier topic."
"You think I sullied the pride of pure-bloods, but looking at it now, is pure-blood really as gloriously radiant as you imagine?"
By this moment, Malfoy had been questioned into a daze.
The glory of pure-blood was something his parents had instilled in him since birth, deeply engraved in his worldview.
But today, with just a few words, Kate had fundamentally shaken his understanding of the definition of "pure-blood."
Admittedly, Malfoy, deeply influenced by his family, would still consider himself a pure-blood after this moment, but in the dead of night, he would also mutter in his heart.
Is pure-blood really as he and his family understood it, or is it as Kate said—that there was no boundary between pure-blood and half-blood from the start, and everyone is actually the same?
Then, without the distinction of pure-blood, half-blood, and Muggle-born, did he still have a reason to hate those non-pure-blood wizards?
Malfoy might never ask his parents these questions.
But as long as these doubts existed, he couldn't do certain wrong things as naturally and rightfully as before.
This sliver of doubt was exactly what Kate wanted.
"The half-hour is up," she said, standing up. "Rest well."
Malfoy kept his eyes wide open and didn't speak. It wasn't until Kate walked to the door of the Hospital Wing that he suddenly opened his mouth:
"I will still report your mistake to the Head of House!"
Kate paused in her steps, a smile sketching onto her face. "Suit yourself."
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