Luckily the main story is at Hogwarts

"This is where?"

"Why are we here?"

"Who are these people?"

Sandy, who was relatively loose-spoken, asked three questions about his soul.

Lucius had no time to answer him.

Everything that happened tonight exceeded his expectations. At this moment, Lucius had a bad feeling in his heart, that is, the world of magic might be changing again.

What's even more ridiculous is that this time, the changes in the magical world may come from a young wizard who is still studying at Hogwarts, a mixed-race.

"Be quiet."

Qiwei said.

Although he is usually gloomy and a Death Eater, this guy is still very powerful, has brains, and is tolerant.

There was a small town in front of them, and there were many people in the town. They could see these people clearly because a chaos like a riot was taking place in the town.

Qiwei signaled Sandy to prepare for an attack, if these Muggles dare...

"This is Devon, on the banks of the Otter."

A voice suddenly came from the wizards behind. Qiwei and Lucius looked back and found that the speaker was Xenophilius Lovegood.

Luna Lovegood's father, who was also invited to the party.

"I live here."

Lucius and the others naturally recognize Xenophilius, and they are ugly naysayers. As neutral purebloods, although Lucius and the others are not hostile to Xenophilius, they cannot be friendly with him either.

"Humph."

"It suits you very well."

Looking around, except for those annoying Muggles in the town not far away, everything around was in terrible condition. Dirty sewage was on the ground, there were pits and pits in the sand, and there wasn't even a decent road.

So Lucius subconsciously sneered.

Xenophilius has an eccentric personality, but he is actually a very smart person. He immediately understood what Lucius meant. The two were in the same grade back then. Although they were not in the same college, they were still familiar.

The familiarity of not dealing with it.

He is also welcome.

"of course."

"Because this is Devon 400 years ago."

………………

The Lovegood family had lived along the River Otter in Devon for generations, and Xenophilius was familiar with every stream here.

Even though he didn't recognize the town in front of him, he could still tell that this was Devon County.

"400 years ago?"

Lucius, Sandy, Qiwei and others all frowned when they heard this, and Amos next to him also followed. Counting Xenophilius, there were five people in total.

"Are you sure?"

While Sandy was still questioning, Lucius and Qiwei seemed to have thought of something, and their expressions changed slightly.

Yes, if it was 400 years ago, it was the era when the conflict between Muggles and wizards was most intense.

Witching Hour.

"Kill them!"

"Kill them!"

"Burn them!"

"Wicked witch!"

At the same time, the sounds in the small town not far away gradually became clearer.

Many people carried hay outside and began to build a simple haystack near the entrance of the town. At first, Lucius and the others were subconsciously on guard, but soon they realized that these people could not see them.

They are just a passerby.

Is it memory?

Pensieves are very common in the homes of pure-blood wizards, and they are all familiar with them. They immediately thought that it was the white mist that pulled them into some kind of memory.

In this way, they also relaxed and began to develop the memory next to them.

The thing that the Muggles in the town are going crazy about is indeed the hunt for wizards. They seem to have caught several witches and are about to burn them to death.

"idiot.."

Qiwei cursed secretly with some anger.

There are relatively few mixed-blood wizards in this era, pure-blood wizards account for the majority, and there are almost no marrow wizards. Therefore, if you throw a wand on the street, nine out of ten of them will be pure-blood wizards.

As a pure-blood wizard, he was caught by a group of Muggles...

Qiwei knew that in that period of history, it was not that no wizards died. The deaths of wizards were not in the minority, but not in the majority.

Most of them are out of touch or careless. In conflicts with Muggles, wizards always have the advantage. The biggest problem that troubles wizards has never been the combat effectiveness of Muggles, but where to go in the future.

"let me go!"

"let me go!"

"I'm not a witch! You crazy people!"

Soon, the straw piles were piled up, and three ragged girls were escorted up from the back of the crowd. Next to them were militiamen from the village and town, and a priest holding a Bible.

"Burn them!"

"These evil bastards!"

Facing the girls' struggles, the crowd ignored them and just cursed or threw leaves and stones at the three girls.

It wasn't until he hit the militia that they were driven aside in dissatisfaction.

"Sanloger."

"Are you willing to admit your identity as a witch and confess the sins you have committed?"

The three were quickly tied to the haystack. The priest took out the Bible, made the sign of the cross in front of him, and began the last interrogation.

he questioned the girl who was struggling the most.

"I'm not a witch at all!"

"You bullshit!"

As soon as he finished speaking, an ugly buck-toothed man jumped out next to him.

"Five days ago, I gave you a bouquet of flowers and you didn't accept it. Instead, you scolded me! When I got home that night, I felt stomach cramps. It must be you, the evil witch, who is cursing me!"

"That's right!"

Another middle-aged woman with a twisted face yelled.

"You gave my children a potato, you must want their hearts! My husband's disease must also be a spell cast by you, a witch, this is your conspiracy!"

"Wicked witch!"

"You bring disease!"

Sang, who was tied to the stake, took a deep breath.

That ugly man lived next door to her and started harassing her when she was 15 years old. He called it pursuit, but he always used his hands and feet.

The middle-aged woman's husband was ill some time ago and her family was having a hard time. She gave a potato she had saved from her usual frugality to their children.

It's that simple.

Sang felt that she should be angry, but she didn't know why she should be angry. An anger that she couldn't explain was wrapping her up and burning her soul.

She is helpless, she should feel angry, towards these people, towards... this world?

"I'm not a witch!!"

She roared with all her strength.

But what she responded to was the crowd's increasingly fierce curses.

At this time, the pastor clapped his hands to signal the crowd to quiet down.

"Since you insist on asking for it, let's have a witch trial."

Sang's face turned pale.

The so-called witch trial is to tie her to stones and then dip her into the river. If she dies, she is a witch. If she survives, it can be proved that she is not a witch.

Sang knew she was not a witch, but she didn't think she could survive.

………………

Not far away, Qiwei, Amos and others were holding their wands loosely and tightly. Back then, some of them were neutral and some were Death Eaters, but the premise of everything was that they were wizards.

Seeing this scene in front of you, you will naturally feel angry.

But it was Qiwei who shook his head first.

"They are not wizards at all, just Muggles."

If a wizard is caught, his wand will be broken, and the wand will be burned together with the wizard, but there are no broken wands nearby.

Qiwei also knew that during the witch hunt, except for some unlucky ones who were caught and burned to death by Muggles, most of the Muggles burned to death were their own people.

Just like these three poor muggle girls now.

"I don't know what the use is of showing us this memory."

"It's just a farce."