In this Hogwarts without a savior

Chapter 443 441. Who is on trial?

Slughorn fell silent after hearing Dumbledore's words.

Looking at the carriage students with flushed faces and angrily punching fists, those half-race students in the castle who were bold enough to vent their flames at this time, and the one who was at a loss in the corner also stood up with the others, his eyes were terrified With some emotions that seemed to be ignited, he looked up at the hemp seeds on the high gallows.

He understood what Jon said to Dumbledore, just as Dumbledore understood what Jon wanted to express at the time.

What they have to do at this time is not only to break the oppression of the blood, but also to pull down the high-ranking people, let their faces stick to the soil, and feel the power of those they call Mudbloods.

The concept of resisting oppression must be deeply imprinted in the minds of every student.

In the past, Hogwarts, or any other wizarding school in Europe, just taught students about magic knowledge, but now they have to learn something different.

And during the conversation between Dumbledore and Slughorn, George and Fred had put the strong rope around Flint's neck!

At this time, the pampered young master of the pure-blood family was completely shocked.

He never thought that he would really die here, and he never thought that Dumbledore would actually dare to kill him!

But right now, he can't believe it or not, because he has been dragged to the scaffolding on the high platform, and his neck has been completely tightened at this moment!

Hogwarts did not prepare black cloth for him, which was used to reduce the fear of condemned prisoners, which violated their original intention to execute Flint.

After everything was ready, the Weasley brothers did not do the job of the executioner, but Flitwick waved the wand in his hand indifferently, and then lifted the scaffolding that originally held Flint's body. The top plank was suddenly emptied!

Flint was hanged in public.

Amidst loud cheers and celebrations, he became the first pure-blood wizard to be tried and hanged in this war to overthrow oppression!

Looking at the dead body still dangling on the gallows on the high platform, the eyes of the pure-blood students under the control waiting for trial were full of horror!

Flint is a villain, yes, even among the many pure-bloods, the crimes he committed are all despised by most pure-blood families.

But even if the rest of these people don't have Flint's innumerable books, they still have to look at a hundred steps from seventy to one. No one's buttocks are clean, otherwise they wouldn't be arranged for this public trial.

Soon, Flint's body was dragged down, but the gallows on the high platform was not taken down, but displayed brightly in front of everyone.

Just when the purebloods waiting to be tried were trembling, and the students who participated in the first public trial in the history of the magic world were excited.

The second prisoner brought up was not a pure blood.

It was a boy wearing a linen robe, with a panicked face, who looked about seventeen or eighteen years old!

The students on the carriage might not be able to recognize this person's identity, but the half-breeds and assholes in the castle all know that there is only one kind of person in Hogwarts castle who can dress like this.

That is the hemp seed that is only allowed to live in the basement, a slave who can only work for high blood all his life!

Isn't this a trial against pure-bloods?Isn't it a carnival of revenge for the hemp species?Why would it come up with the hemp seed that was also rescued from Hogwarts castle?
Except for a very few people like Cedric, who can see that this hemp student is different from the others, and the hands that have obviously not done much rough work have noticed the crux of the matter, most of the other mixed-race students are With a lot of puzzlement.

And those hemp-born students looked at the wizard who was brought up to the high platform in shock, of course they all knew who this person was.

Mag's voice sounded in this square.

"Pappe Henderson, a seventh-year student at Hogwarts Castle Seed School, who also serves as the prefect of the boys, yes or no?"

Henderson's entire body was trembling uncontrollably, he was dragged tremblingly by George and Fred to stand still.

"Yes, I am not guilty. I am enslaved. I am forced."

He answered in a low voice, and the students sitting behind could only see him open his mouth, and then he didn't know what to say.

Fred put his wand against Henderson's throat very discerningly, and used the Amplifying Charm.

"Answer again, are you Pape Henderson?" McGonagall asked again.

"Yes, I am"

Now his unstoppable crying voice can finally be heard by everyone.

But at this time, the students in the carriage also showed their doubts. They also didn't understand why the one who continued to be interrogated was actually a stump student, a subject of enslavement and oppression.

After confirming Henderson's identity, McGonagall stopped looking at him, but turned to look at the corner of the auditorium below, where the hemp-species students in the castle who had been rescued were originally located.

"Rene Riley."

She said a name, and under the gaze of everyone present, a boy who looked like he was about the same age as Jon tremblingly stood up from his seat.

"I, I am, husband, madam."

He was so nervous that he didn't know what to call, but Mag obviously didn't care about this, and neither did the other wizards off the field, but they all stared at him for a while and didn't understand why they called him.

"Come up, Mr. Riley."

Her voice was still so serious, but it was obviously less indifferent than before.

And the boy named Riley seemed to feel this too, he timidly left his seat, and then walked to the high platform in front of everyone present.

"Know this Mr. Henderson?"

Mag's voice spread throughout the square, and everyone else in the square was also watching this scene.

Riley just raised his head and glanced at Henderson, then lowered his head again in fear.

At this time, Henderson had become as if he had lost his soul, and his eyes were dull.

"Recognize, recognize."

"Then turn around now, Mr. Riley, face everyone here, and tell everyone what this Mr. Henderson did to you when you first entered Hogwarts Castle."

Riley is like a timid hamster under the spotlight. His face is full of cowardice, and he hides his left hand behind his back. Even if he turns around and looks at everyone in the field as Mag said, But his head was still down.

"No, no, he didn't do it"

"To be honest, Mr. Riley, on this high platform, every word spoken by everyone will be recorded." McGonagall said solemnly, "It is impossible for a temporary lie to be exposed forever."

Riley seemed to be about to cry, he didn't dare to speak out, and he didn't dare to disobey Mag's words, so under the watchful eyes of countless pairs of eyes, he finally spoke again.

(force majeure)
He began to cry, and the sobs interrupted his narrative, but no one urged him.

It wasn't until more than a minute passed that Mag said in a deep voice.

"and then?"

"Then, then Administrator Dolokhov hung me in his office, stripped me naked, and whipped me on the back."

"Your hand was still broken?"

"Yes, it is."

"After taking Dolokhov's punishment."

"Henderson Henderson he was abused too, he was very angry. Then he started hitting me, he kicked my head, scolded me, stepped on my broken arm, he said it was all because of me, pure blood lord they will scold him."

"Is the back of your arm okay?" Mag took a deep breath before asking.

"Arm. The arm can't get better anymore." He was crying, but it was obvious that he was enduring, and he was enduring to prevent his crying voice from bursting out.

The people in the audience were silent, and the moose who were rescued from the castle all lowered their heads. They also heard Riley's narration, and even many people knew about these things, but no one knew. What kind of expression they have on their faces now.

For a while, there was only Riley's suppressed sobbing in the square.

"Is there any more?" Mag continued to ask.

Riley sniffed, he seemed to be a bit broken, the previous words had already been said, and the result would be the same no matter whether he said it or not.

"And in the year before last, after the lower grades were rescued from the castle. All the mud and hemp seeds left behind were punished, and Henderson was very angry, very angry, because the Dolokhov administrator was gone , This is his backer, he was promoted by him. He started hitting me, still hitting Crook, Dorji, Heath, but hitting me the hardest, and then he kicked me in the lower body! I passed out in pain, and when I woke up, there was nothing underneath! Henderson didn't dare to send me to the school hospital to report to others, and he was afraid that I would bleed to death like this, so he used a magic, Helped me stop the bleeding, but, but I'm not a whole person anymore! Woohoo"

He seemed to finally be unable to suppress it anymore, his emotions completely collapsed, and he burst into tears!

Riley slumped on the ground, only his cries and a few unnoticed sobs came from the corner in the square.

Compared with Asiya's experience, compared with those killed adult hemp seeds read from the parchment, the tragic situation of the people around them reminded them more of their own experience.

Riley is one of the typical representatives, but not the only victim!
At this time, most of the numb seeds lowered their heads. Even if they felt sadness and pain in their hearts, they did not dare to express it openly.

As the chief interrogator, Mag looked at Riley who was crying, and looked at the assholes below who had to hide their sadness even now. She couldn't read the words behind the parchment.

So the latter procedure was taken over by Flitwick. Mag took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped it. Even though he had read all these things many times, he still couldn't help but shed tears.

"Is there a girl named Mayawati Andersson who enrolled in the same year as you?"

Riley's snot and tears flowed all over his face, he panted heavily, and at the same time replied in a vague voice.

"Yes"

"Why didn't she come after that?"

Riley's eyes suddenly showed extreme fear. His body trembled and he sat on the ground, covering his face and crying again. It seemed that no matter what happened, he couldn't answer Flitwick's question.

Flitwick knew the girl's ending, he tightly clenched the hand holding the parchment, gritted his teeth and called out a bastard student again.

"Clamy Sheppert, you answer! You don't need to go on stage, just sit in your seat and say loudly, what happened to that Miss Andersson!"

The girl whose name was called was extremely pale, and stood up from her seat trembling.

"She, she was sick, very sick"

"Did she die of illness?"

"That's what the professors above said."

"But what is the real situation?"

"The real situation." She trembled her lips, as if she didn't dare and didn't know how to speak anyway.

"Tell everyone, tell everyone, what happened to that classmate of yours?" Flitwick asked very seriously, and raised his voice.

"She, she was very ill! But the new caretaker who replaced Mr. Dolokhov was going to send her to the infirmary! But, but Henderson, he said, a mudblood Life is worthless, there is a shortage of teaching materials on Professor Carlo's side!"

She almost summoned up the courage of all her own people to shout out these words and close her eyes at the same time!Tears could not stop flowing from it!

"Anderson was sent to Professor Carlo! She never came back! Never again! Henderson was appreciated by the new administrator because of this, and he continued to let him be the prefect who manages all of us! "

After this incident was told, it seemed to arouse the pain of all the morons present who were still suppressed and numb!
They are no longer suppressing their crying, nor bowing their heads, everyone is crying, everyone is talking about the pain they have suffered, everyone is confessing what they have seen and experienced over the years , there is no way to stop everything!
And amidst the cries, the students in the carriage, and the half-breeds brought over from England, finally understood with a bit of depression.

In this public trial, it was never said that the trial was pure blood.

(End of this chapter)