In this Hogwarts without a savior

Chapter 70 69. Sandwich

Voldemort sat at the head of the teachers' table on the High Terrace.

After he appeared, the entire auditorium consciously fell silent.

Even though the students sitting here are basically teenagers, almost no one does not know the authority of the man who changed the entire magic world.

Even if he only comes to Hogwarts Castle on this day every school year, no student has forgotten that he is the headmaster of this magic school.

To Voldemort's left sat Snape, and to his right was Barty Crouch Jr.

This is his representative in this castle, and he is also the most loyal and capable general under his command.

"The beginning of a new semester is always a good mood."

There was a faint smile on his handsome face, and his voice echoed throughout the auditorium.

No one dared to whisper at this time, and many people even deliberately restrained their breathing, as if breathing a little too quickly would disturb the gentleman on the stage.

"Welcome the new students. I hope you will treat this castle as your home in the future. Everyone who can sit here has truly noble blood. There is no doubt about the excellence of pure blood, but mixed blood also has part of the glory."

"We have the same noble blood, and to support this noble blood is to support ourselves."

Voldemort picked up the goblet in front of him, which contained a third of the blood-like wine.

"For the purest blood!"

Regardless of the single long table or the three long tables in the center of the auditorium, all the students and the professors on the high platform raised their glasses together.

"For the purest blood!"

Young voices echoed in the auditorium, and their faces were flushed with excitement. Everyone seemed to believe that the great prospect of the phrase "protecting noble blood is protecting oneself"!

……

All the students who failed to get a passing grade in the "holiday training" were all punished with three whips.

The number seems small, but for these thin "mudbloods", as long as the three whips are a little heavier, they can kill many of them.

Dolokhov did what he said. A total of thirteen students were punished tonight, and there were exactly five of them who passed out in the end.

These five people, plus other students covered in bruises, will be treated by the school doctor surnamed Lestrange tonight, and their normal classes and work tomorrow will not be affected.

But the wounds on the body can be healed, and the psychological impact of being hung up in public and whipped on these students cannot be erased in a lifetime.

This caning is not only the summary of the "holiday training" of the old students, but also the first training lesson for the freshmen.

After all punishments are over, the students begin their "Commencement Dinner".

Everyone has a glass of water and two slices of hard bread.

The student who got an O during the holiday was different from the others, and was honored to get an extra piece of sandwich that should be left over from the night before.

A dozen people actually took pride in getting an extra sandwich that should have been thrown away.

They received their reward from Dolokhov with their heads held high, as proudly as a dog that has eaten leftover bones from its master.

The dinner in the auditorium has already begun, and Dolohov, who is the administrator of the castle, will of course not miss the activities where Voldemort will be present.

Only these "Mudbloods" silently eating water and dry bread remained in the basement.

These children at the bottom of the entire magic world also formed different circles.

Most of the Mudbloods who got the sandwiches sat very close together, as if they were better at fulfilling the orders of the "Pure Blood Lords", which would distinguish them from other "Mudbloods" and make them more dignified .

These people are almost fifteen or sixteen-year-old children. They have all been here for more than four years, and they have accepted their status as slaves in their hearts. In order to become the "superior" among slaves, they Will willingly obey all orders in the school, has been tamed to a very successful point.

Jon was obviously an outlier among the students who got the sandwich. He didn't go to get together with those senior students, and he didn't even seem to want to eat that sandwich.

He is a normal person, not a dog, and he is not even in the mood to touch the "meat and bone" that was handed out as a sandwich.

Jon broke off the dried bread that was on the same level as Hagrid's rock cake and soaked it in the water. Just when he was about to use this glass of "bread water" to satisfy his hunger, he suddenly noticed a She had been staring at him from the beginning.

He looked at the girl with long chestnut hair, and the girl was also looking at him, at the sandwich he threw beside him to be precise.

Jon hesitated for a moment, then gently pushed the sandwich towards the girl.

The girl didn't grab the sandwich right away. She turned her eyes to the other senior students who had received the sandwiches. After observing that their attention was not on herself, she quickly picked up the reward that belonged to Jon. , broke in half from the middle, put one half back in front of Jon, and she hid the other half behind her.

Jon blinked, a little surprised at the girl's delicate mind, knowing how to avoid unnecessary trouble.

Just when he thought that the girl would secretly eat the half sandwich after ensuring safety, Jon suddenly discovered that the girl didn't actually want to eat.

She was moving her body carefully, as if she was afraid that if she moved too much, she would attract the attention of other people, especially those senior students who were holding sandwiches.

In the end, it took her a full three or four minutes to move to an inconspicuous corner, and there sat a freshman who secretly buried his head in his knees and wept.

It was the boy who had been whipped by Dolokhov for asking a question at first.

He couldn't swallow the dry and hard bread at all, and didn't dare to cry out, so he could only bury his face in his knees, using his body to cover up the desperate sadness.

Until the girl stroked his hair lightly, and handed the half sandwich to him.

The freshman raised his face full of tears, and the girl who was obviously only one year older than him showed a gentler smile than anyone else on her dirty face, and then gently passed the sandwich in her hand forward Hand it over, as if signaling the freshman to hold it.

"This one might taste better."

Her voice is very small and soft, like a small group of weak flames, obviously looks weak, but it is enough to warm a desperate child
　Cedric’s pedigree is doubtful. Wikipedia says he is suspected of pure blood. This suspicion refers to Hagrid telling Harry in the Goblet of Fire that he hopes his champion proves that mixed blood is not weaker than pure blood. This pure blood refers to It may be Cedric, who is also a Hogwarts warrior, or it may refer to those Slytherins who look down on Harry to participate in the competition. If I give the iron proof that he is pure blood, I will definitely make changes, but then the original part related to Cedric will definitely be cut off.

　　Then don't wait for the chapter in the early morning, I can't bear the overtime work today, and I'm going to write tomorrow when I wake up, just to adjust my work and rest in the underworld.

　　good night
　　
　
(End of this chapter)