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Robert remembered that Snape's parents had an unhappy marriage and often quarreled.
Whenever they argued, young Snape would leave the house and wander outside. It was during those times that he met a girl named Lily…
Even though Robert knew that Charlie's sister might meet the wrong person in the future, he had no intention of interfering.
Perhaps his presence in this world had already started to change certain events.
Still, for this tragic professor, Robert hoped he could have a different fate in this timeline.
"Speaking of my sister… She's a witch like me. When she was five, I saw her make a kettle float," Charlie sighed. "If nothing unexpected happens, she might be sorted into Slytherin… You've seen what it's like in Slytherin. I don't want her to be bullied like me."
Although Slytherin did not exclusively admit pure-bloods, the majority of its students were. And when one group dominated, the minority often had to conform just to survive.
Snape, as a half-blood, had no choice but to align himself with the pure-bloods. If he didn't, he would be the one getting bullied, making it impossible for him to focus on his studies.
To protect himself and earn acceptance, he had joined their circle. But over time, he gradually embraced their ideology.
It could be said that Snape had a dark past and only found redemption after Lily's tragic death.
Charlie, however, was different. He had never believed in pure-blood supremacy. From the moment he entered Hogwarts, he resisted their ideals, which naturally led to conflicts.
Robert admired him for that. After all, not every eleven-year-old had the courage to stand up to such pressure.
Tom, who had been listening quietly, suddenly spoke. "Blood doesn't determine nobility—power does."
"If you have enough power, who would dare question your status?" He picked up a handkerchief and wiped his yew wand. "When that time comes, they won't even dare to say your name."
"History is written by the victors. The rules and traditions that bind us exist only because the strong allow them to."
"Right now, pure-bloods hold power in Hogwarts, so they dictate the rules. They want non-pure-bloods to accept their ideology. But the moment we surpass them in strength, we could call them maggots, and they'd have no choice but to accept it."
"So, Charlie… if you don't want yourself or your sister to be bullied, you must become strong."
Robert smiled. "Tom is right. It seems like your experiences over the past few days have had an impact on you."
At this moment, Tom showed a glimpse of the man who would one day become Voldemort.
"No one understands the importance of power better than I do!" Tom glared at Robert.
'If I were stronger, I wouldn't be getting bullied by this guy!'
Charlie clenched his fists. "I will study hard! I'll prove that non-pure-bloods can surpass them!"
Robert and Tom exchanged amused glances.
"What's so funny?" Charlie asked, confused.
"It's not enough to just learn what the school teaches you," Robert said seriously. "Do you think the spells those pure-bloods use to bully others were taught in class?"
"The 'strength' Tom mentioned isn't about being a good student. It's about being a real fighter. If they use magic to suppress others, then you must fight back in the same way—until they fear you."
"For reasonable people, we can use logic. But for those who only understand force, reasoning is useless. A punch is far more effective."
Charlie imagined himself beating those arrogant pure-bloods and making them acknowledge that pure-blood supremacy was nonsense.
It felt great just thinking about it.
"But… what if I hurt them?" Charlie hesitated.
Robert chuckled. "See? I told you he was too kind."
"Most people fear the consequences of resisting, so they endure injustice. They think it's easier to avoid trouble. And sure, I can't say that's entirely wrong."
"But if you've already decided to stand up for yourself, then you must change your mindset. Those bullies don't worry about consequences when they target you—so why should you worry about fighting back?"
"If we talk about accountability, shouldn't they be held responsible for starting trouble in the first place?"
"We don't go looking for fights. But if someone picks one with us, we never back down."
"Most of the time, people get bullied because the aggressor is confident they won't retaliate. That's why they do it without fear."
Robert then asked, "You heard about how Slytherin lost 180 points, right?"
Charlie nodded blankly.
Robert smirked and patted Tom's shoulder. "That happened because they tried to ambush us outside the library, and we fought back. Almost all of them got taken down, and we walked away unscathed."
"Since then, they've been afraid of us. That's why we could rescue you today without resistance."
"Sure, we got caught by Professor McGonagall, lost 180 points, and got a month's detention. But so did the bullies. And more importantly, they learned that attacking us comes at a cost."
Tom scoffed. "Actually, if this guy hadn't wanted an excuse to explore the Forbidden Forest, we wouldn't have been punished at all."
Charlie and the others were stunned by Robert and Tom's story.
Anne gasped. "So that 180-point deduction was really because of you two?"
Henry nodded. "Didn't you see? Robert and Tom completely overpowered those guys today!"
Alphard grinned. "I heard some of those upper-year students were part of that group. Even Andre Shafik, the one who was terrified of Robert today, was one of them!"
Anne nodded thoughtfully. "That makes sense. That's why Andre was so scared of Robert and Tom."
Henry laughed. "So, two first-years took down a group of older students? No wonder they're afraid of them!"
Tom smirked. He was secretly proud of what they had accomplished.
Of course, he also knew that if Robert hadn't stepped in, he might still be lying in the hospital wing.
Still, this success gave Tom hope. If Robert could become this strong, then he could too.
One day, he would surpass Robert!
'And when that day comes, I'll make him call me father!'
Robert noticed Tom's strange gaze and raised an eyebrow.
"Why are you looking at your dad like that, rebellious son?"
"You—!" Tom fumed.
In Charms class, Professor Eulalie Hicks—an experienced professor personally recruited from Ilvermorny by Dumbledore—was teaching the Levitation Charm.
Anne successfully cast Wingardium Leviosa first, earning five points for Slytherin.
Shortly after, McLaggen from Gryffindor also succeeded.
Tom then cast the spell flawlessly. His textbook-perfect technique earned him extra praise and five more points.
McLaggen scowled.
But then Robert raised his wand, and without uttering a word, his feather floated steadily into the air.
The room fell silent.
McLaggen gaped. "Did he… even say the spell?"
Professor Hicks was stunned. "Silent casting? At eleven? This is extraordinary! Robert, you are the most talented young wizard I've ever seen. Slytherin gets 20 points!"
The class erupted in murmurs. Even McLaggen had nothing to say.
Tom sighed. 'With my talent, can I really catch up to this monster?'
And once again, Tom found himself doubting…
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