In This Hogwarts Without a Savior

Chapter 373 371. Why not resist?

"What's wrong?"

Jon looked in the direction where Hermione was looking, 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 withdrew her gaze and shook her head.

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

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

Asia's hands were controlled by the binding spell. Two girls who were much thicker than her held her shoulders and forcibly dragged her towards the side of the castle near the Quidditch pitch.

"I warned you, Connair!"

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

"Stay away from the young master of the Flint family! But you just won't listen! What do you want to do by flirting in front of him every day? Are you dreaming of joining the twenty-eight sacred families? Tell you! No way! He will only be here I will toy with you and then discard you! You will never be able to step into a pure-blood family's house in this life because you are a lowly bastard! You know! You are a bastard!"

Two of Floyd's men pulled Asia and dragged 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 suspended, and even daily training no longer needs to be carried out, so there are no students or anyone else here. .

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

Asia was so frightened that she kicked her feet in white socks and black leather shoes in vain. Her slender white ankles were scratched with bloodstains by the weeds on the ground, but there was no way to escape from this situation. .

"I, I'm not Flint and he wants to find me. I don't want to talk to him, but he threatens me and says he's going to fire my parents from their company and let them live on the streets."

She just sobbed and kept explaining, but this obviously would not change the fate she was about to face.

"It turns out this was not of your own free will, Asia."

Two subordinates pushed her down on the grass. Floyd held her chin and spoke softly.

"Then this is not your fault, but Master Flint will definitely not make mistakes, right? Just like me, noble purebloods are always right, so who is wrong in this matter? Is it the principal who has appointed such rules?"

Her words were very scary. Not only did Asiya's pupils shrink when she was suppressed, but even her two subordinates' expressions became panicked.

"No, that's not what I meant."

Floyd touched Asia's pale and tender face. It was no longer as brutal and ferocious as it was at the beginning. After it calmed down, its face still gave people a quiet feeling.

"Of course you don't dare to have such an intention, so we are not wrong, so what is wrong?" She patted Asia's face and said with sudden realization. "I understand, 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 your face becomes less beautiful, then all our worries will be gone. You are so gentle and generous, you will definitely agree to my proposal, right? Kang Miss Ned?"

Asia's whole body was trembling. She kept trying to shrink back to avoid Freud's iron-like hand, but she only shrank back less than one meter. Her weak back Just touched the cold wall.

Behind her was the Quidditch pitch, and there was no 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 into the girl who was already cornered.

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

"My family has always circulated a spell, Konide, or you can also call it black magic. Its effect is very special, it can transform a person's body in the direction of a monster. The speed of this transformation is very slow, even if you You can't even feel it. If you are lucky enough, the effect of the spell can be completely integrated into your bloodline, allowing it to be passed on to your descendants along with your blood. Sounds great, doesn't it? It's really a great thing Awesome magic."

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

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

"If professor.professor knows about this"

Asiya's hands that had been unbound were holding her shoulders helplessly, like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, and could only make the last weak threat.

"Professor? Which professor do you want to know about this? Professor Greengrass? Professor Crouch? Or Professor Snape? You shouldn't have thought of it, Conrad, if you are under my spell If I find them again, I will probably only receive some verbal punishment at most, because my father, he is a noble and honorable Death Eater! And what will happen to you, this lowly, curse-tainted bastard? Let's Let’s take a guess?”

The tip of Floyd's staff shone with a dangerous light, and Asia shrank back. Her fear was by no means a pretense, and the despair in her eyes had spread to the entire pale face.

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

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

"Why not resist?"

Not sure if it was his auditory hallucination, Asia felt that the voice did not sound like it was ringing in his mind.

She raised her head involuntarily, and then saw the girl with long chestnut shawl hair behind Floyd.

The girl's five senses are very delicate and deeply rooted in people's hearts. They are the kind that cannot be forgotten after just one look!

Regardless of whether it was Asia, Freud obviously heard the voice coming from behind her. She turned around, and then found that the tip of a wand was pressed against her forehead.

"I wonder if you have heard what Jon said in the foyer? Or do you still remember it? Please, this noble Miss Freud, could 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 had not forgotten it.

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

And now, she has followed Albus Dumbledore, the most terrifying dark wizard in history, back to the Hogwarts campus. Many students in the castle know about Hermione's existence, and they all know about the former student in the castle. The student who caused a scene and greatly humiliated many professors was Jon Green, the warrior who now represents the Hogwarts carriage.

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

Legend has it that this carriage is inhabited by a group of murderous demons who will train mudbloods of inferior origins and turn them into demons who can only destroy social order and murder pure-blood wizards.

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

They believe that the headmaster of Hogwarts is great and has no rivals. So why do people like Dumbledore still exist and are so arrogant in today's wizarding world?

It must be that they relied on bloody and cruel violence to establish the foundation of their rule, so they can be so rampant.

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

Looking at Floyd, whose face had completely turned pale, with his mouth open but unable to speak for a long time, and whose body did not dare to move, Hermione continued calmly.

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

At this time, Freud's two followers finally reacted. They hurriedly raised their wands and pointed them at Hermione, but the hands holding the wands could not help but tremble.

"me"

The aggressive and powerful Freud began to stutter at this time. She obviously couldn't answer Hermione's questions. It was not because she was not there at noon that day, but because Jon's words were so common in today's British wizarding world. No pure-blood would take the initiative to remember a rebellious speech, and they would even forget it subconsciously.

Hermione looked at the reactions of the three pure-blood students in front of her when they faced her, and she was already sure of one thing.

Voldemort's downfall was absolutely inevitable.

He possesses extraordinary personal strength, but his bloodline policy is to raise purebloods like pigs.

They enjoy the best resources and power in the entire society, but they have low minds. They just think about how to enjoy extravagantly all day long, and have lost the wizard's most basic interest in learning and studying magic. On the contrary, many mixed-race people, in order to get ahead, The brutal involution begins.

For now, except for outliers like Cedric, no half-blood wants to rebel against such a system because Voldemort is still alive and at the height of his power.

And once Voldemort's personal prestige is reduced and the mixed-bloods are unable to get rid of anything, they will start to think about why these trash-like purebloods can ride on their heads and act in 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 mixed-race resistance will continue one after another, both covert and covert.

The reason why the British magical society is still so stable now is because there is an unbeatable Voldemort weighing on them.

Hermione, who was in the castle before, always thought that the dark magical world could no longer wait for its savior. But when she breaks away from this society and looks at Voldemort's rule from another perspective, she will find that the so-called savior In fact, it is the people themselves who are being conservative and oppressed.

"What about you, do you remember what he said back then? Miss Connaird."

Hermione's wand was still on Freud's forehead, and her question had changed to a different subject.

At this time, Asia had just reacted to the shock of Hermione's sudden appearance. She looked into the clear and transparent eyes that contained perseverance and determination. The fear in her heart had never diminished, but she subconsciously answered.

"'The so-called nobility of pure-bloods is just because they can use evil death curses to determine 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 half-bloods.

Perhaps it was because he had been bullied by purebloods but had no professor to take care of him, so the words Jon left behind were still so fresh in Asia's memory.

"What's the next sentence?" Hermione tilted her head and continued to ask.

"'The status is not what they deserve. This is because they are whitewashing their servitude and disguising their privileges. In order to add high-sounding reasons for their oppression.'"

The more she talked about it, the more Asia realized what she was talking about. The confidence in her voice became less and less, her eyes lowered again, and her words became stilted.

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 the professors find out, you are finished! You are finished!!!"

"Instead of worrying about others, it's better to worry about yourself, noble pure-blooded lady."

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