Hogwarts: When the live Q&A goes live

Chapter 109 Believe That Mr.
"Crick, can we survive?"

"Don't worry, those pure-blood bastards can't find us."

"Can we see that day? The day when the world that Mr. Gaunt calls comes."

"Yes, Archuleta, don't worry, trust that gentleman, if it wasn't for oppressed wizards like us, how could he come here."

"Trust him!"

Suppressing tears, Crick Barnetta stretched out his hands to smooth his eyes lying on the dirty ground, allowing him to close them with peace of mind.

More than a month has passed since that exciting speech.

After Mr. Tom Gunter's speech, in just a few days, the entire German pure-blood family ordered Tom to be hunted down, including them.

If it was in the past, when the pure-blood family wanted to kill him, then Creek must have been in constant panic and fear of the troubles around him.

Because in this land, pure blood represents power, and pure blood represents superiority.

But since that speech, Crick Barnetta felt an urge to break through his heart.

It was suppressed in my heart, waiting for the day when I would release it.

He didn't feel afraid of those pure-blood families as he imagined, but something called anger filled his heart.

I can't wait to pull out my wand and fight those blood dogs, those damned werewolves.

But rationality made him suppress the impulse in his heart. Although he was extremely resentful, he had to at least take Archuleta's body back now.

Bring back that hometown full of cornflowers.

In the field full of fragrance of flowers, with the breeze blowing and the cheers of the crowd, Archuleta's soul can rest in peace.

After he brought Archuleta's body back to his hometown, he would follow in Mr. Gaunt's footsteps and join him in fighting against the pure-blood families and pulling them down from their position of superiority.

The wizarding world belongs to wizards, and wizards must be equal.

He... a purely Muggle-born wizard, who is also a member of the wizard, is also a spellcaster, and no one can be above him.

Crick Barnetta carried Archuleta's body on his shoulders, looking eastward.

Although he couldn't see anything, he knew very well in his heart that the gentleman who raised the banner of resisting the rule of pure blood would lead them to create a new world.

A world where there is no oppression, and where wizards can live and work in peace and study magic with peace of mind.

What happened to Crick is not uncommon.

As early as when Tom decided to give a speech on the high stage, he knew in his heart that after this speech, the pure-blood families who heard the news would definitely not let him go, nor would they let go of those who listened to his speech wizard.

Because of what?

In the past, he might not have understood, but now he is extremely excited.

Because they are afraid, afraid that they will really lead the general "rabble" to pull them down from their superior position.

After all, this is not the British wizarding world. Hogwarts, created by the Big Four thousands of years ago, recruits talented children regardless of high or low, regardless of origin, and gives them systematic learning and dedicated training. They become the next generation of wizards.

It's different here!
Nothing here!

The only school of magic that covers the land, they also only accept pure blood wizards as students.

As for the vast majority of half-blood wizards and hemp-blood wizards, they were abandoned by them.

The wizards of this land are a little older than some pure-blood families in the British wizarding world.

But they are a little more ignorant than wizards in the British wizarding world.

But why?

Tom thought for a long time before finally coming to a conclusion.

Whether it was thousands of years ago or now, none of them had wizards like the Big Four to stand up and speak out for the largest number of half-blood wizards and hemp-seeded wizards.

It's okay, it's okay!

He has come, bringing hope!
Looking at the few people around him, this is one of the few wizards who followed him and did not disperse.

They are the seeds of new ideas for this land and the hope for its future.

As for myself... After all, I still have to leave and go back to the place I should go back to, right?

Leaning against the wall, Tom looked out of the window in a daze.

There is depth in his eyes, like a whirlpool, so that everyone who looks at him will inevitably sink into it.

He is now thinking about the current situation.

The most important thing right now is how to lead these people to escape the pursuit of some pure-blood families.

Of course it's not a pursuit on the bright side. Which decent person would put this kind of thing on the bright side?
Isn't that an excuse for others to get the Ministry of Magic involved?

A wizard who wantonly attacks other wizards is a black wizard.

How could these pure blood wizards be those evil dark wizards?
They are good citizens of the Ministry of Magic, they abide by the law, how could they know the law and break the law?

Because of this!

It is also because of the arrogance in the hearts of those pure-blood families!
Most of the wizards they sent to hunt them down were werewolves and dark wizards doing secret business, and only a small number were hidden wizards from pure-blood families.

Faced with such a situation, it is easy but not easy to say, and it is not difficult to say that it is difficult.

With him alone, most wizards can actually be solved.

However, the premise is that it does not attract the attention of those families.

Tom didn't want to face the high level of assassination of him by those families for a while.

At least, in his team, before the wizards he cultivated with new ideas grow up, they will not face too high an intensity of hunting.

It's just right now.

Although many people will die.

Some people may think he is cruel and indifferent.

But if you want to break the law of secrecy, and want to make wizards in this land equal to wizards, what kind of things can you do without bloodshed.

Tom knew very well that the transformation of wizards was not as simple as playing games.

"Sir! Someone is catching up again."

A wizard hurried in, and Tom was awakened by his words.

"where?"

"Ten miles north of Morley town, there are twenty people and five vicious dogs."

"Damn pure blood family, damn werewolves!"

Someone muttered something.

The experience of being hunted down and chased by others for about a month made these wizards very unhappy.

There are four or five wizards here, plus four or five wizards downstairs, Tom's eyes flashed sharply.

Solve this group of chasing soldiers first, and then talk about others.

What's more, after being chased for so long, and specially leading people to this remote place, isn't this the moment we've been waiting for?

Everyone's eyes were on him, and those eager, expectant eyes undoubtedly explained something.

They believed in him, and this firmness has now been proven.

Tom raised his mouth, picked up his wand and stepped forward.

Let my name be known to more oppressed wizards right here!

(End of this chapter)