In this Hogwarts without a savior

Chapter 69 68. Hell and Heaven

A boy who looked about 14 or 5 years old stood up from the ground with his face numb.

Dolokhov looked at him, and he looked at Dolokhov.

"Do you know your grades this holiday?"

The boy named Taylor said in a voice that seemed to have no emotion.

"My work was not satisfactory to the gentleman who provided me with food and accommodation, and he gave me a substandard evaluation."

Dolokhov smirked and placed the shackles in front of him.

"Put your hands in there yourself."

Tyler cooperated like a robot, and he put his thin, skinny hands into the shackles.

Dolokhov snapped the shackles shut, then threw the chains connecting them to a ring in the center of the room.

The next moment, this boy who was only in junior high school in normal society was hanged up!
His feet were off the ground, and his whole body was like being hung up in a slaughterhouse, lifeless dead meat, gently shaking in mid-air.

"Snapped!"

Accompanied by a sonic boom, the whip slapped him hard on the back!
The severe pain made Taylor's breathing become heavy, and his eyes, which were like stagnant water, seemed to have some fluctuations, but his face still had the expression of a dead person.

"You also joined that association last semester, didn't you?"

Dolokhov's smile never disappeared, and such violence seemed to bring him great satisfaction.

"What's the only point in being alive for a Mudblood? Answer me Stebbins! That's what you learned in your first class!"

The boy opened his mouth with difficulty. Every syllable he uttered seems to consume a lot of energy.

"Serve the pure blood, sir."

The freshmen were all terrified by this brutal scene, and many of them were already crying. This was completely different from what Crouch said when he coaxed them to sign the contract.

There is no lively auditorium, no loving professors, no friendly classmates.

There are only dark and damp basements, tyrannical administrators, cold shackles and whips soaked in salt water.

They couldn't accept the contrast between heaven and hell, but they could only huddle in the corner and cry helplessly. This group of 11-year-old children experienced despair for the first time in their lives.

Jon involuntarily took a deep breath when the whip fell on Taylor.

It's worse here than he imagined.

At the same time, he was also attracted by the reaction of the chestnut-haired girl who seemed to be Hermione Granger at the moment.

The girl seemed unable to bear to watch this torture, but forced herself to watch it.

Her red eyes were wide open, the fists hidden in the wide cuffs were obviously clenched tightly, and her dirty face was as pale as paper.

Punishment is still going on, and the consequences of failing grades obviously cannot be ended with a single whipping.

"Snapped!"

This is the sound of the second whip whipping.

"Go ahead and tell me! Stebbins, what punishment will the Mudbloods receive if they make a mistake!"

"Whip...candine, Mr.... sir."

"Snapped!"

This is the third and last one.

"So, do you think you should be punished like this!"

Taylor had no way to answer his question anymore, the three whips completely stunned him, his body was shaking in the air weakly.

Dolokhov spat at the boy as if feeling unlucky, then released him from the shackles, and finally pulled him to open the door as if he was dragging a corpse.

"Lestrange! Here comes your job!"

The administrator shouted towards the corridor outside the door, and soon a middle-aged wizard appeared in front of him and took Taylor from his hand.

"Did one fall just at the beginning?"

"I haven't done much work for two months, and I'm not sure about the severity. Don't worry, you won't have more than five workloads today."

Taylor's back was left with three welts, and a bloodstain was drawn on the ground by being pulled, which was shocking.

The freshmen had stopped crying. They hugged their legs, trembling and desperately huddled themselves into a ball, as if they could bring a little warmth to themselves and make them forget that Hogg, who was like a hell on earth Watts.

……

"Hogwarts is like heaven!"

On the long table that belonged to the pure blood, the newly enrolled little wizard couldn't help sighing excitedly when he heard Draco arrogantly introducing him to the various privileges of the pure blood students in the castle.

Draco was dismissive of the freshman's reaction.

This is a freshman from a new pure-blood family. According to the division of pure-blood in the magic world in the past, this kind of person is just a "hybrid", and he is not qualified to sit at the same table with him for dinner.

But after Voldemort ruled the wizarding world, he defined the three identities of pure blood, half blood and mudblood according to the situation at the time.

A wizard whose parents are not wizards is naturally the lowest kind of Mudblood.

The requirement for mixed blood is that one of the parents must be a wizard, or both parents must be.

As for pure blood, except for the twenty-eight families recognized by the magic world, both parents' ancestors were all wizards for three generations, and they will also be classified into the pure blood class.

This kind of class distinction was only unified in the year when Voldemort first took power in the wizarding world. Once all the existing wizards determined their own class, this class would be completely finalized and passed down hereditary forever.

A pureblood child will always be a pureblood, a halfblood child will always be a halfblood, and a mudblood child will always be a mudblood.

And intermarriage between different classes is prohibited.

Those wizards who are classified into pure blood because their parents and grandparents were all wizards for three generations are also called new pure blood in the wizarding world.

This kind of group can be said to be Voldemort's hardcore crowd, the most loyal part of the group in the entire wizarding world, even far surpassing most old-school pure-blood families like the Malfoy family in this respect.

Moreover, there are quite a few pure-bloods in the new faction. It can be said that Voldemort partially recruited and divided wizards with the status of "half-blood", which further reduced the size of the wizard group with the largest base, and also allowed the mixed-blood and new faction Pure blood, conflicts and contradictions arise between the new school of pure blood and the old school of pure blood, which is more conducive to his control of the power of the entire magic world.

The strategy of subdividing different identity labels in different classes and transferring their conflicts that should have been external to the interior has been very successful.

This is fully reflected in the Hogwarts castle. Draco, who was born in the old school of pure blood, did not look down on the freshmen of the new school of pure blood.

In his eyes, this kind of pure-blood wizards are just fakes with a pure-blood name and no family background. They are purely the failed products of that great gentleman's brain.

Of course, such thoughts can only be thought of in his mind, because in the middle of the long table on the high platform, the handsome Hogwarts headmaster who has always kept his youthful appearance has sat down at some point. on the chief chair.

　Only when the parents have been wizards for more than three generations can they be regarded as pure blood. In fact, this is the default division of pure blood status in the original book, not just the twenty-eight families.

　　For example, when I wrote the first two books, many people questioned why Harry Potter’s parents, James and Lily, were both wizards. Her parents and grandparents were pure Muggles.

　　That's why Harry in the original book has been emphasized that he is of mixed race.

　　My update time is really a bit too hell

　　
　
(End of this chapter)