: Come to the principal's office once after class.

What is the UMNO?

This is a wizarding revolutionary organization led by Grindelwald, advocating wizarding superiority and opposing the International Law of Secrecy, with the aim of establishing a new world dominated by wizards.

When you're a wizard, it sounds pretty good, as if you can find your place in the New World just by following Grindelwald.

On the other hand, Grindelwald also highly values ​​the individual abilities of wizards and adheres to elitism to an extreme degree.

This effectively blocked the upward mobility of speculators. Thanks to this, the UMNO party was virtually monolithic, consisting entirely of Grindelwald's admirers. In contrast, the UMNO party's funding sources were quite limited, relying on raids on aristocratic estates from time to time, causing someone to lose everything due to "disagreements."

Yes, although Grindelwald claims to believe in "wizarding superiority," he is ruthless when facing wizards who oppose him.

Some people called him "Dark Lord" in awe because of this, but he himself was extremely disdainful of it... He didn't need so much awe, because he was just doing what he had to do. For a greater good, someone always has to make a small sacrifice.

"For the greater good"

Countless Muggle wizards turned to dust and lay before Grindelwald's dominance. Until the first wizard to utter those words—Dumbledore—met him again.

After a duel, the UMNO party vanished without a trace.

...dispersed, but not completely dispersed.

There's a well-known secret in the European wizarding world: Oscar Soman was Grindelwald's right-hand man. He was a powerful wizard who was intelligent, resilient, and shrewd.

Therefore, after Grindelwald's downfall, he naturally inherited the most "political legacy".

Hmm? Isn't something wrong?

Why is no one holding him accountable? Didn't he commit many crimes and become a complete UMNO member?

...It was as if no one had ever thought about this question.

Was it the Galleons that suddenly emerged from beneath the Soman family's grounds that had such a miraculous effect, or was it the strange charm emanating from old Soman that was so captivating?

Or perhaps it's some kind of magical spell, a genie lamp that keeps chuckling, playing tricks?

No one knows.

Just like the term "Majisist Party," which is now a thing of the past, an old term that these young wizards would find difficult to understand without consulting a library. All of that is in the past.

Now that things have come to this, some people are bringing up the old story again, and their purpose is, of course, only one thing: to stab one of the parties involved, the greatest white wizard of this century, Dumbledore, in the back of his lungs.

As for whether Edmund succeeded or not...

Upon hearing the term "Witchcraft Party," only two or three of the dozen or so young wizards present reacted. Sirius Black, true to his family's scholarly background, seemed to fully understand the meaning of the term and explained it to the others; while on the Slytherin side, Sophia Wolper, who had been silent until now, was greatly surprised and immediately pulled the girls away.

This also gave the other Slytherin boys a reason to leave. Moorselber was going to be with his sister, and Travers was going to be with Moorselber.

In the end, it was Remus Lupin who couldn't stand it anymore, so he went back to the classroom and called out Professor Slughorn.

Edmund simply shrugged and told the other man helplessly, "Avery wanted to show off his knowledge, but he missed a spell. He fell down like this with a 'bang'," and sent the headmaster away. This made Avery himself truly understand what it meant that "only the strong deserve to stand."

Only those who stand up have the right to distort the truth.

Professor Slughorn sighed and floated away with Avery, quickly disappearing into the distance. James then frowned and spoke directly.

"You're a freak, Edmund." The words were quite blunt. "You've mentioned before that you don't get along with your father, and he's...someone Dumbledore doesn't appreciate. If that's the case, why do you believe his theories?"

The boy wasn't stupid; he immediately guessed why Edmund would believe in such "twisted logic." James's intuition was quite sharp, and coupled with his undisguised recklessness, this Gryffindor was like a wild animal that had just transformed into a human—beginning to understand human nature, but not much of it.

"I was just saying," Edmund blurted out. "You actually believed me? You just don't want to confront your classmates directly. Do you think I'm a Gryffindor, like you, able to argue with them and then go back to the tower? What if they cast a curse on me in the middle of the night—that would be such a hassle for the house-elves."

Anyone who has committed murder knows that killing is easy, but collecting the body is difficult.

Oh no, it's not that bad.

"...Your attitude doesn't sound like you're 'just saying it casually'." Sirius Black glanced at Edmund sideways. "If you really cared about this, you shouldn't be working with us, right? Stop pretending, it's laughable."

Edmund laughed first upon hearing this. He nudged James with his elbow and said, "Listen to him! The guy who just wants to pick a fight is now concerned about whether I'm pure or not—"

James couldn't keep a straight face anymore after being poked by him. The topic then turned to "Why didn't I take the opportunity to punch that bastard a few more times!"

Peter, who was following behind them, couldn't help but tremble when he saw Edmund laugh, clearly frightened by the fact that Edmund's temper could change faster than turning the pages of a book.

Seeing these three troublemakers chatting so enthusiastically, Lu Ping sighed countless times in his heart.

"Aren't you sure you shouldn't inform the professors?" Lupin patted Peter on the shoulder reassuringly. "After all, you attacked a classmate from the same department; perhaps you should find a more appropriate reason..."

Edmund glanced back at Lupin, noticing the latter's strange pause under his gaze, before shaking his head.

"You're a good man, Lupin," he said politely. "That's a good sentence, student. Don't laugh, I'm not joking, shut up!—You're a good student, Lupin. But clearly, you don't understand Slytherin."

Upon hearing this, James let out a "hiccup," as if he were disgusted. Edmund, to protect his emerald green house badge, punched the brat hard.

Seeing that they were about to start fighting, Edmund chuckled and finished his sentence:

"No one would offend me for the sake of a mere Avery."

"Even if it does, it only proves that it is even more stupid and despicable than Avery."

……

When Edmund returned to the Slytherin common room, he received twice as much attention as usual, which made him feel very pleased and proud.

The younger students in his department—even Travers—avoided his gaze, whether they wanted to teach him a lesson through passive-aggressive behavior or were genuinely afraid of this outcast from Germany.

But this treatment didn't even last a day. The next day at lunch, Lucius Malfoy "just happened to be passing by" again and naturally sat down in the empty seat next to Edmund.

Lucius certainly had some skill. He chatted with Edmund about everything under the sun, from Professor Hecate's husband's name to Professor Slughorn's favorite tea snack.

The two shrewd individuals talked about everything except the conflict that landed Avery in the school hospital.

But this already represented his attitude. Clearly, the headmaster had no intention of pursuing Edmund's share of the responsibility, acting as if he truly knew nothing; while the shrewd prefect Lucius still valued and thought highly of him. Even in his haste to get to class, he didn't forget to give Edmund a pair of jeweled cufflinks that looked incredibly expensive.

The effect was immediate; Travers sat back down next to Edmund and eagerly discussed the history of magic class they had that afternoon.

Edmund stared at him with amusement. Travers' tone remained calm and normal, but his face was flushed with embarrassment, clearly indicating that his acting skills were not good enough.

He gave Travers a perfunctory reply, tore off half a piece of paper, wrote "Saturday afternoon, free to go to the library?" and tossed it to Pollyanna, who was sitting alone. The commotion was considerable, drawing many stares from Pollyanna.

The little witch's reaction to the note was intriguing, but before she could reply, a Ravenclaw student with a puzzled look crossed most of the Great Hall and walked up to Edmund with a letter in his hand.

"...You must be Edmund Sohman, right? The headmaster asked me to deliver this letter to you."

Edmund's eyes lit up upon hearing this. The message on the narrow parchment did not disappoint him. It read in long, thin, crooked lines of writing.

Dear Edmund:

I hope you haven't forgotten the 300 Galleons you left with me. To avoid me getting senile and being tempted to charge you exorbitant interest, please come to my office at 8 PM tonight.

Dumbledore

P.S.: I like coconut ice cream.

……

"That old madman."

After thanking the messenger, Edmund chuckled.

"Why did they deduct 100 Galleons?!"