Hogwarts Mysterious Man Resurrected

Jamie looked at the wizard half-kneeling in front of him with indifferent eyes, his hands moving without stopping.

A simple spell ended the life of the person in front of him instantly.

He looked at the wand in his hand. Human life seemed so worthless at this moment.

His hands were already stained with blood, and it was too late even if he wanted to go back to the days before.

Once you choose something, it's not so easy to go back.

"Drag it down and find a place to bury it."

He said to the two people beside him. One of them responded and waved his wand with his right hand. The body lying on the ground followed the movement of his right hand and floated in the air, moving forward with him.

As the man moved forward, the crowd in front of Jamie dispersed, making way for the man carrying the body.

Their eyes were complicated, with a bit of hatred mixed with happiness.

At this time, Jamie, who had been watching the crowd in front of him, stepped forward.

"This is the price of betrayal."

His voice was so soft that no one could even hear it clearly if they didn't listen carefully.

But all the wizards present heard clearly what Jamie said, under the influence of magic.

Jamie looked at them expressionlessly.

Time can change a person, and constant dedication to a great cause can also change a person.

The latter often changes a person several times faster than the former.

Just as now, a month ago, Jamie was a somewhat indecisive young man.

But at this moment, Jamie has completely transformed.

The indecisiveness in his character was gradually worn away by reality.

But he didn't resist this feeling. Sometimes, he just hated himself for being too powerless.

Just like this moment, just like this moment.

"This is the price for betraying us."

Jamie reiterated to everyone again, this time his voice sounded firmer than last time.

The power contained in it is also more powerful than last time.

"We unite to resist the unfair fate that is upon us and to resist the boulder that is pressing down on us."

"But now, this person wants to betray us to get more benefits, so that he can live a better life alone."

"He ignored us, gave up his persistence, and chose to live as a lackey of those pure-blood families. For this kind of person, do you think I should let him live?"

Jamie took a few steps forward. He looked at the silent wizards present and felt a sense of depression in his heart.

That gentleman is right. They have been suppressed for so long that they have forgotten what resistance looks like.

Change is often accompanied by bloodshed, and now, he is willing to be the leader.

To awaken their desire for equality and self-dignity.

"We have a dream. We think that in the future wizarding world, those Ministry of Magic officials will not turn a blind eye to what someone does just because they are a member of a pure-blood family. eyes, but will boldly judge all injustices.”

"We have a dream. We think that in the future world, as long as you can use magic and show even a little bit of magic ability, then our school will be open to you and welcome everyone to study here, just like Just like Hogwarts, the legendary wizarding school in the British wizarding world. Or even better."

"Brothers, sisters, why should we let those pure-blood families look down on us and not even want to give us a chance? Look at Durmstrang, look at the faces of those pure-blood families, they are laughing at us. Us, ironic about our vulnerability.”

Jamie spread his arms and shouted.

Among the wizards present, some had conative expressions on their faces.

But none of them stood up, but still stood vigilantly watching Jamie.

Jamie sighed in his heart. He knew that these people were oppressed by this so-called reality.

Their hearts are numb and their souls are rotten.

At this time, they no longer knew why they were alive, and they were like zombies still walking in the world.

Their bodies are left in the human world, but they don’t know where their souls have flown. Maybe their souls have always lived in the ideal land deep in their hearts.

Jamie knew that if they wanted to wake up these people, they could no longer just rely on words. They had to take action, they had to make these people feel heavy, and they also had to make these people feel hope.

Perhaps, only after experiencing despair can there be real hope.

"Jamie, it's time for us to go, they're here."

At this time, a man stepped forward and whispered a few words in Jamie's ear.

His body stiffened slightly, and he looked at the wizards in front of him complicatedly.

This is a group of fence-sitters who want to stand in the middle. They are wavering, have no ideas of their own, and have no desire to make their lives better.

But Jamie believes that the facts will make these wizards believe that the future era must be accompanied by an era of iron and blood.

This is a battle between the old and the new, a battle of ideas. There is no way out and there will be no way out.

"Let's go, the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic will crush the last hope in their hearts."

"It's just that by then, how many of the wizards present will be alive to see me again."

"Maybe what I did was really cruel, but someone has to stand up, whether it's a villain or someone else."

His heart was whispering, telling.

But on the surface, his face was calm and emotionless.

He knew that only in this way would people feel serious and serious.

Once again, for the last time, he looked at them deeply.

Then he turned around, wand in hand.

Facing the ceiling, a red light shot out.

With a bang, several huge rocks fell down.

The wizards below all ducked away, glaring at Jamie, who had his back turned to them.

Jamie didn't care at all.

He looked at the dark night sky, without a trace of light.

Tonight, dark clouds are coming over the land.

Like the darkness before dawn, the dawn has not yet arrived.

Jamie laughed suddenly.

"How ironic."

He said.

Then, he and several others turned into black mist and went straight into the sky, leaving through the broken ceiling.

After they left, the group of wizards suddenly became noisy.

But before anything could come out of their argument.

Another group of wizards arrived, and they swept in one after another, accompanied by the light of magic spells one after another.

Before the wizards on the field could react, most of them died at the hands of these new wizards.

Jamie is standing in a high tower, wearing a suit, watching here.

Suddenly, he felt his face wet. He stretched out his hand to touch it and looked up.

It turned out that the oppressive dark clouds started to rain.