The Real Hogwarts Chapter 68 Hell and Heaven
A boy who looked about 14 or 15 years old stood up from the ground with a numb face.
Dolokhov looked at him, and he looked at Dolokhov.
“Do you know your grades during this holiday?”
The boy named Taylor said in a voice that seemed to be devoid of any emotion.
"My work did not satisfy the gentleman who provided me with room and board, and he gave me an unsatisfactory evaluation."
Dolokhov grinned and placed the shackles in front of him.
"Put your hand in there yourself."
Taylor cooperated like a robot and put his skinny hands into the shackles.
Dolohov snapped the shackles shut and threw the chain to a ring in the middle of the room.
The next moment, this boy, who in normal society would be at most in junior high school, was hung up!
His feet were off the ground, and his whole body looked like a piece of lifeless dead meat hung in a slaughterhouse, swaying gently in the air.
"Snapped!"
Accompanied by a sonic boom, the whip hit his back hard!
The severe pain made Taylor's breathing become heavy. His eyes, which were like dead water, seemed to have some fluctuations, but his face still had the same dead expression.
"You also joined that club last semester, right?"
Dolokhov's smile never disappeared, as if such violence could bring him great satisfaction.
"What is the only reason for a Mudblood to live? Answer me Stebbins! This is what you learned in your first class!"
The boy spoke with difficulty. Every syllable he uttered seemed to take a lot of energy.
"In the service of the purebloods, sir."
The freshmen were stunned by this brutal scene, and many of them were already crying. This was completely different from what Crouch had said when he coaxed them into signing the contract.
There are no lively auditoriums, no loving professors, and no friendly classmates.
There was only a dark and damp basement, a tyrannical administrator, cold shackles and a whip soaked in salt water.
The contrast between heaven and hell was beyond their ability to accept, and they could only helplessly huddle in the corner and cry. These 11-year-old children experienced despair for the first time in their lives.
When the whip fell on Taylor, Jon couldn't help but take a deep breath.
This place is worse than he imagined.
At the same time, he was also attracted by the reaction of the girl with chestnut hair, who was suspected to be Hermione Granger.
The girl seemed unable to bear to watch this torture, but forced herself to watch.
Her eyes were wide open and red, her fists hidden in her wide cuffs were obviously clenched tightly, and her dirty face was as pale as paper.
The punishment is still going on, and the consequences of failing grades obviously cannot be resolved by a single flogging.
"Snapped!"
This was the sound of a second whip cracking.
"Keep telling me, Stebbins, if a Mudblood makes a mistake, what kind of punishment should they receive!"
"Whip-whip, sir."
"Snapped!"
This is the third and final course.
"So, do you think you deserve this punishment?"
Taylor had no way to answer his questions anymore. The three whips had completely knocked him unconscious, and his body was swaying weakly in the air.
Dolokhov spat at the boy as if feeling unlucky, then took him off the shackles, and finally pulled him to open the door as if he was dragging a corpse.
"Lestrange! Here's 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 him.
"One fell just at the beginning?"
"You haven't done much for two months, so you may not know how to handle the situation well. Don't worry, I won't let you do more than five tasks today."
Taylor's back was left with three whip marks, and the bloody mark left by being pulled on the ground was shocking.
The freshmen have stopped crying. They hugged their legs, their bodies trembling as they curled themselves up into a ball, as if this could bring themselves a little warmth and make them forget that Hogwarts was like hell on earth.
…
"Hogwarts is like heaven!"
At the long table belonging to the pure-bloods, the new wizard couldn't help but sigh in excitement as he listened to Draco arrogantly introducing to him the various privileges that pure-blood students enjoyed in the castle.
Draco shrugged off the freshman's reaction.
This was a freshman from a new-school pure-blood family. According to the old classification of pure-bloods in the magic world, this kind of person would be just a "half-blood bastard" and would not be qualified to sit at the same table with him for dinner.
But after Voldemort ruled the wizarding world, he clarified the definitions 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-bloods is that one or both parents must be a wizard.
In addition to the twenty-eight pure-blood families recognized by the wizarding world, those whose ancestors for three generations on both sides of the family were all wizards will also be classified as pure-bloods.
This class distinction was only planned uniformly in the year when Voldemort just came to power in the wizarding world. Once all existing wizards have determined their own class, this class will be completely finalized and passed down forever.
Pureblood children will always be pureblood, half-blood children will always be half-blood, and mudblood children will always be mudblood.
And intermarriage between different classes is prohibited.
Those wizards who are classified as pure-blood because their parents and ancestors for three generations are all wizards are called new pure-bloods in the wizarding world.
This group of people can be said to be Voldemort's die-hard supporters, the most loyal group to him in the entire wizarding world. In this respect, they even far surpass most old-school pure-blood families like the Malfoys.
Moreover, there are quite a few new pure-bloods, which can be regarded as Voldemort's way of winning over and dividing wizards of the "half-blood" identity. This further reduces the size of the largest wizard group, and also causes conflicts and contradictions between half-bloods and new pure-bloods, and between new pure-bloods and old pure-bloods, which is more conducive to his control over the power of the entire wizarding world.
The strategy of further refining identity labels within different classes and shifting their external conflicts to internal ones has been very successful.
This is clearly demonstrated in Hogwarts Castle. Draco, who was born into the old-school pure-blood class, simply looks down on the new-school pure-blood freshmen.
In his eyes, these pure-blood wizards were just imposters with the title of pure-blood but no family background. They were simply the product of failure created by that great gentleman in a moment of confusion.
Of course, such thoughts would only occur in his mind, because in the middle of the long table on the podium, the Hogwarts headmaster, who had always maintained the handsome appearance of his youth, had sat in the main chair without him noticing.
