In this Hogwarts without a savior

Chapter 373 371. Why not resist?

"what happened?"

Jon looked in the direction Hermione was looking at, only to find that in front of the gate of Hogwarts Castle, there were several girls walking out of it, and he didn't see anything special.

Hearing his words, Hermione averted her gaze and shook her head.

"It's okay, let's go back to the carriage first."

"No, please, Floyd, please don't hurt me."

Asia's hands were controlled by the spell of the Binding Curse, and two girls who were much thicker than her held her shoulders and forcibly dragged her to the side of the castle near the Quidditch pitch.

"I warned you, Conrad!"

The one who screamed out Asia's surname was a girl with freckles on her face and a slightly plump figure. She was not ugly, but the face that looked at Asia was extremely ferocious.

"Stay away from the young master of the Flint family! But you just don't listen! What do you want to do by posing in front of him every day? Are you dreaming of joining the holy 28 family? Tell you! No way! He's just going to put you After playing with it for a while, throw it away! You will never be able to step into the house of a pure-blooded family in this life, because you are a lowly bastard! Bitch! Do you know! A bastard! Bitch!"

Two of Floyd's men tugged at Asia, dragging her to the edge of the Quidditch pitch.

In order to make way for the Triwizard Tournament this semester, the Quidditch match in Hogwarts Castle has been stopped, and even the daily training is no longer necessary, so there are no students here, and no one else is here. .

The angle they chose was also very ingenious, perfectly avoiding the observation range of the Aurors guarding around the castle, so there was no need to worry about anyone disturbing them.

Asia was panicking. She kicked her feet wearing white socks and black leather shoes in vain. Her slender ankles were bloodstained by the weeds on the ground, but there was no way to escape from this situation. .

"Me, I didn't it was Flint and he wanted me. I didn't want to talk to him, but he threatened me and told me to fire my mom and dad from their family business and put them on the streets."

She just sobbed and kept explaining, but it obviously wouldn't change the fate she was about to face.

"So you didn't do it voluntarily, Asia."

Two subordinates pushed her down on the grass, and Freud pinched her chin and said softly.

"Then it's not your fault, but Master Flint is sure he can't make mistakes, right? Just like me, noble purebloods are always right, so who is wrong in this matter? Could it be Mr. Principal who appointed such a rule?"

Her words were terrifying, not only made the pupils of the overwhelmed Asia constrict, but even her two subordinates became panicked.

"No, I don't mean that."

Freud touched Asia's pale and smooth face, it was not as cruel and ferocious as it was at the beginning, but after he calmed down, his face still gave people a sense of tranquility.

"Of course you don't dare to mean that, so we are not wrong, so what is wrong?" She patted Asia's face and suddenly realized. "I see, there must be something wrong with your face, right?"

While speaking, she suddenly grabbed Asia's face!

"Then the solution to the problem is very simple! As long as you make your face less beautiful, then all our troubles will be gone. You are so gentle and generous, you will definitely agree to my proposal, right? Kang Miss Ned?"

Asia was trembling all over, she kept trying to shrink back to avoid Floyd's hands like iron pincers, but she only shrank back less than one meter, the weak back It touched the cold wall.

Behind her is the Quidditch pitch, and there is no way to retreat.

Floyd let go of the hand that was pinching Asia's face. She straightened up, holding the wand in her hand, and then slammed the tip of the wand at the girl who had been cornered.

"Don't do this, please, Floyd, please, really. Please."

"There has been a spell in my family, Conrad, or you can call it black magic. It has a special effect, and it can transform people's bodies in the direction of monsters. The speed of this transformation is very slow, even you You can’t even feel it yourself. If you’re lucky enough, the effect of the spell can be integrated into your blood, allowing it to be passed on to your offspring along with your blood. Sounds great, doesn’t it? Terrific magic."

There was a dangerous light in Floyd's eyes, and she was still smiling and excited.

"Of course, such a powerful curse must require a lot of preparation work, and the requirements for the caster are also extremely demanding. It is impossible to use it completely at my current level. But it doesn't matter to Conrad, even if it can only The little impact you make will last you a lifetime."

"If the professor. The professor knows about this"

Asia's unshackled hands hugged her shoulders helplessly, like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, and could only make the last pale and powerless threat.

"Professor? Which professor do you want to know about this? Professor Greengrass? Professor Crouch? Or Professor Snape? You should not be surprised, Conrad, if you If I find them again, I will probably only receive some verbal punishment at best, because my dad, he is a noble and honorable Death Eater! And what will happen to you, this lowly, curse-tainted bastard? Let us Let's take a guess?"

The tip of Floyd's staff was already shining with dangerous light, and Asia shrank back, her fear was definitely not fake, and the despair in her eyes had spread to her entire pale face.

"Hogwarts will expel you! I will let my father do his best to make your parents live on the streets! You are no better than those mudbloods! You can only wander on the streets and fight wild dogs for food !"

For some reason, Asia didn't think of her parents at this time, but the question that Hermione asked her a few days ago and she didn't answer appeared in her mind.

"Why not resist?"

Not knowing if it was his auditory hallucination, Asia felt that the voice didn't sound like it sounded in his mind.

She raised her head involuntarily, and then saw the girl with long hair in a maroon shawl right behind Freud.

The girl's five senses are exquisite and deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. It is the kind of people who can't be forgotten at a glance!
Regardless of whether it was Asia, Floyd obviously heard the voice coming from behind her. She turned around, and then found that the tip of a magic wand had touched her forehead.

"I don't know what Jon said in the hall. Have you ever heard it? Or remember? Please, this noble Miss Floyd, can you please repeat it for me?"

Floyd's body froze completely when he felt the hard touch from the tip of the stick on his forehead.

She saw Hermione's face, and even though almost two years had passed, she hadn't forgotten it.

Hermione Granger, this is the name that spread throughout Hogwarts Castle at the beginning of last year, she helped the wanted criminal to attract the attention of the castle administrator, and made the heinous person succeed Took a lot of Mudbloods.

And now, she has returned to the Hogwarts campus with the most terrifying dark wizard in history, Albus Dumbledore. Many students in the castle know the existence of Hermione, and they all know that the university student in the castle The student who made a fuss and caused many professors to be greatly humiliated was Jon Green, the warrior who now represents the Hogwarts carriage.

The moment he saw Hermione's facial features, which were more beautiful and delicate than Asia's, a lot of rumors about the Hogwarts carriage arose in Freud's mind.

Legend has it that all the people living in this carriage are a group of murderous madmen. They will train those mudbloods of low origin and turn them into demons who only destroy social order and murder pure-blood wizards.

Perhaps these remarks are often logically untenable, but many students still believe such words.

They believe that the headmaster of Hogwarts is great and has no rivals, so why can Dumbledore and his group still exist and be so arrogant in today's wizarding world?

It must be that they have established their own ruling foundation by relying on bloody and cruel violence, so that they can be so rampant.

And Hermione is now one of Dumbledore's capable generals, so she must have learned a lot of cruel and violent methods, and she can torture people better than the most evil dark wizard. As long as it falls into her hands, she will definitely not And there is a good end.

Seeing Floyd whose face had completely turned pale, who opened his mouth but couldn't speak for a long time, and didn't dare to move his body, Hermione continued to speak flatly.

"Did you not understand my question? Or do you need me to repeat my question again?"

At this moment, Floyd's two followers finally came to their senses. They frantically raised their wands and pointed them at Hermione, but the hand holding the wand was trembling uncontrollably.

"me"

The aggressive and powerful Floyd started to stammer at this time. She obviously couldn't answer Hermione's question, not because she wasn't there at noon that day, but because Jon's words are so important in today's British wizarding world. No pure blood will take the initiative to remember such a rebellious speech, and they will even forget it subconsciously.

Hermione looked at the reaction of the three pure-blood students facing her at this time, and she had already confirmed one thing in her heart.

Voldemort's downfall was absolutely inevitable.

He has personal power beyond ordinary people, but his bloodline policy is completely raising purebloods as pigs.

They enjoy the best resources and power in the whole society, but their mentality is low. They just think about how to enjoy extravagantly all day long, and they lose the most basic knowledge and study of magic by wizards. The brutal introversion begins.

For now, apart from an outlier like Cedric, no half-blood wants to rebel against such a system, because Voldemort is still alive and in his prime.

And once Voldemort's personal prestige is not as good as before, and the half-bloods are also swept up to the point where they can't be rolled up, then they will start to think why these waste-like pure-bloods can ride on their heads, and they will start from their own interests. Spontaneously doubt whether the theory of blood superiority is true or false.

At that time, even without people like Dumbledore, the foundation of British rule will be shaken, and the half-bloods will continue to resist openly and secretly.

The reason why the British magical society is still so stable now is that there is an unbeatable Voldemort pressing on their heads.

Hermione in the castle had always thought that this dark wizarding world could not wait for its savior, but when she broke away from this society and looked at Voldemort's rule from another perspective, she would find that the so-called savior In fact, it is these people who are conserving and oppressing themselves.

"And you, do you remember what he said, Miss Conrad."

Hermione's wand was still resting on Floyd's forehead, and her question had taken a different subject.

At this time, Asia had just reacted from the shock of Hermione's sudden appearance. She met those clear and transparent eyes that contained determination and courage. The fear in her heart had never diminished, but she also replied subconsciously.

"'The so-called nobility of pure blood is only because they can use the evil death curse to judge the life and death of others. When they no longer have this ability, they behave as ridiculously as slugs.'"

She remembered Jon's words very clearly, better than many mixed races.

Perhaps it was because I had been bullied by pure blood but had no professor to take care of me at all, so those words left by Jon were still fresh in Asia's memory.

"What's the next sentence?" Hermione continued to ask, tilting her head.

"'Status is not what they deserve, it's their whitewashing of their slavery, their camouflage of their privilege. For, justification of their oppression.'"

The more she talked about the latter, the more Asia seemed to realize what she was talking about, and the confidence in her voice became less and less confident, her eyes lowered again, and her words became stuttering.

Freud turned his head to look at Asia in horror and anger.

"Bitch! What are you talking about! Do you know the consequences of your words! If you let the professors know, you are finished! You are finished!!!"

"Instead of worrying about others, you should worry about yourself, noble pureblood lady."

Hermione's voice was cold, and the second she spoke, a dazzling red light flickered on the tip of her wand, and then Floyd's body became as hard as a stone sculpture.

(End of this chapter)