Volume 5: The Burning Golden Flame Chapter 371 Why not resist?
"What's wrong?"
Jon looked in the direction Hermione was looking at, but he only saw a few girls walking out of the gate of Hogwarts Castle. He didn't see anything special.
Hearing his words, Hermione withdrew her gaze and shook her head.
"It's alright, let's go back to the carriage."
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"No...don't do this, Floyd...don't hurt me...please..."
Asia's hands were restrained by the binding spell. Two girls who were much stronger than her held down her shoulders and forcibly dragged her to the side of the castle closer to the Quidditch field.
"I warned you, Conrad!"
The person who screamed out Asia's last name was a slightly plump girl with freckles on her face . She was not ugly, but the face she looked at Asia was extremely hideous.
"Stay away from the young master of the Flint family! But you just won't listen! What do you want to do by flirting with him every day? Are you dreaming of joining the Twenty-Eight Sacred Families? I'm telling you! No way! He will only play with you and then discard you! You will never be able to step into the door of a pure-blood family in your life, because you are a lowly bastard! You know! A bastard!"
Floyd's two men pulled Asia and dragged her to the edge of the Quidditch field.
In order to make way for the Triwizard Tournament this semester, Quidditch matches in Hogwarts Castle have been suspended, and even daily training is no longer required, so there are no students or anyone else here now.
The angle they chose was also very clever, perfectly avoiding the observation range of the Aurors guarding around the castle, and there was no need to worry about being disturbed by anyone.
Asia was terrified. She kicked her feet in white socks and black leather shoes in vain. The weeds on the ground left bloody scratches on her slender white ankles, but she had no way to escape from this situation.
"I, I didn't... It was Flint who wanted to find me... I didn't want to talk to him, but he threatened me, saying that he would 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 .
"So this isn't something you wanted to do, Asia."
Two subordinates pressed her down on the grass, and Floyd pinched her chin and spoke softly.
"Then it's not your fault, but Master Flint certainly wouldn't make a mistake, right? Just like me, the noble pure-blood is always right. So who is wrong in this matter? Is it the headmaster who set such a rule?"
Her words were so scary that not only did the pinned-down Asia's pupils shrink, but even her two subordinates became panicked.
"No... that's not what I meant..."
Floyd touched Asia's pale and smooth face. It was no longer as brutal and ferocious as it was at the beginning. After calming down, her face actually gave people a gentle feeling.
"Of course you don't dare to mean that, so we are not wrong, so what is wrong?" She patted Asia's face and suddenly realized. "I understand, there must be something wrong with your face, right?"
As she spoke, she suddenly pinched Asia's face!
"Then the solution to the problem is very simple! As long as your face becomes less beautiful, all our troubles will be gone. You are so gentle and generous, you will definitely agree to my proposal, right? Miss Conrad?"
Asia was trembling all over. She kept trying to shrink back to avoid Floyd's hand that was like an iron clamp, but she only shrank back less than a meter before her weak back touched the cold wall.
Behind her was the Quidditch pitch, and there was no place to retreat.
Floyd loosened her hands that were pinching Asia's face, she straightened up, holding the wand in her hand, and then hit the tip of the wand at the girl who had been forced into a desperate situation.
"Don't do this, please, Floyd, please, really... I beg you..."
"There is a spell that has been passed down in my family, Conrad, or you can call it black magic. It has a special effect, which can transform a person's body into a monster. The transformation is so slow that you can't even feel it. If you are lucky enough, the effect of the spell can be completely integrated into your blood and passed on to your descendants. It sounds great, doesn't it? It's really a great magic."
There was a dangerous light flashing in Floyd's eyes, but she was still smiling and looked extremely excited.
"Of course, such a powerful curse definitely requires a lot of preparation, and the requirements for the caster are also extremely harsh. At my current level, it is unlikely that I can use it completely. But it doesn't matter, Conrad. Even if it can only have a negligible effect on you, it will benefit you for the rest of your life."
"If the professor...the professor knew about this..."
Asia's two untied hands helplessly hugged her shoulders, like a lamb to be slaughtered, and could only make the last pale and powerless threats.
"Professor? Which professor do you want to let know about this? Professor Greengrass? Professor Crouch? Or Professor Snape? You should not be surprised, Conrad, if you find them after being cursed by me, I may only receive some verbal punishment at most, because my father is a noble and honorable Death Eater! And what will happen to you, a lowly bastard contaminated by the curse? Let us guess?"
The tip of Floyd's staff was flashing a dangerous light. Asia shrank her body. Her fear was not fake. The despair in her eyes had spread to her entire pale face.
"You will be expelled from Hogwarts! I will ask my father to make your parents homeless! You are no better than those Mudbloods! You can only wander the streets and compete with wild dogs for food!"
For some reason, Asia didn't think of her parents at this moment. Instead the question that Hermione asked her a few days ago, which she didn't answer, emerged in her mind.
"Why not resist?"
Not sure if it was an auditory hallucination, Asia felt that the voice did not sound like it was coming from her mind.
She looked up involuntarily, and then saw the girl with long chestnut hair behind Floyd.
The girl's five senses are very delicate and deeply rooted in people's hearts, the kind that you can't forget after just one look!
Both Asia and Floyd obviously heard the voice coming from behind them. She turned around and found that the tip of a magic wand was against her forehead.
"I wonder if you have heard or remembered what Jon said in the hallway? Could you please, Miss Freud, repeat it for me?"
Floyd's body was completely frozen when he felt the hard touch of the tip of the stick on his forehead.
She saw Hermione's face. Even though almost two years had passed, she still hadn't forgotten it.
Hermione Granger, this was the name that spread throughout the Hogwarts Castle at the beginning of last year. It was she who helped the wanted criminal attract the attention of the castle manager, allowing the heinous man to successfully take away many Mudbloods.
And now, she followed the most terrifying dark wizard in history, Albus Dumbledore, back to the Hogwarts campus. Many students in the castle knew of Hermione's existence, and they also knew that the student who had caused a big fuss in the castle and caused great humiliation to many professors was the warrior who now represented Hogwarts in the carriage competition - Jon Green.
The moment Floyd saw Hermione's facial features, which were more beautiful and delicate than Asia's, many rumors about the Hogwarts carriage came to his mind.
Legend has it that the people living on this carriage are a group of murderous demons. They will train the Mudbloods of inferior origin and turn them into demons that will only destroy social order and murder pure-blood wizards.
Perhaps these remarks are often illogical, but many students still believe them.
They believe that the headmaster of Hogwarts is great and has no rivals, so why do Dumbledore and his group still exist and are so arrogant in today's wizarding world?
They must have established the basis of their rule through bloody and cruel violence, which is why they can be so rampant.
And Hermione is now one of Dumbledore's right-hand men. She must have learned many cruel and violent methods, and is better at torturing people than the most evil dark wizard. Anyone who falls into her hands will definitely not have a good ending.
Looking at Floyd, whose face had turned completely pale, whose mouth was open but could not utter a word 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, Floyd's two followers finally reacted. They hurriedly raised their wands and pointed them at Hermione, but the hands holding the wands could not help shaking.
“I, I…”
The aggressive and powerful Floyd began to stutter at this moment. She obviously could not answer Hermione's question, not because she was not present that afternoon, but because John's remarks were so outrageous in today's British wizarding world that no pure-blood would take the initiative to remember them, and they would even subconsciously forget them.
Hermione looked at the reactions of the three pure-blood students in front of her and was actually certain of one thing in her heart.
Voldemort's defeat was absolutely inevitable.
He possesses extraordinary personal strength, but his bloodline policy is simply treating pure-bloods like pigs.
They enjoy the best resources and power in the entire society, but they are mentally retarded and only think about how to enjoy luxury all day long. They have lost the most basic studious and research of magic as a wizard. On the contrary, many half-bloods have started a cruel internal competition in order to get ahead.
As of now, except for outliers like Cedric, there are no half-bloods who want to rebel against such a system because Voldemort is still alive and at his peak.
Once Voldemort's personal prestige is no longer as high as before and the half-bloods have been dragged to the point where they can no longer get involved, they will begin to wonder why these useless pure-bloods can ride on their heads, and out of their own interests, they will spontaneously doubt whether the theory of blood superiority is true or false.
By that time, even without people like Dumbledore, the foundations of Britain's rule would be shaken, and the half-bloods would continue to resist, both overtly and covertly.
The reason why the British magical society is still so stable now is that there is a Voldemort who no one can defeat looming over their heads.
Before, Hermione in the castle always thought that this dark magical world could no longer wait for its savior. But when she broke away from this society and looked at Voldemort's rule from another perspective, she found that the so-called savior was actually the people who were conservative and oppressed.
"And you, do you remember what he said at the beginning, Miss Conrad?"
Hermione's wand was still on Floyd's forehead, but her questions were directed to someone else.
At this time, Asia had just recovered from the shock of Hermione's sudden appearance. She looked into those clear and transparent eyes that contained determination and courage. The fear in her heart never diminished, but she answered subconsciously.
"'The so-called nobility of pure-bloods is only because they can use the evil killing curse to determine the life and death of others. When they no longer have such ability, they behave as ridiculous as slugs.'"
She remembered Jon's words clearly, better than many half-bloods.
Perhaps it was because she had always been bullied by pure-bloods but there was no professor to take care of her, so the words that John left behind were still so fresh in her memory.
"What's the next sentence?" Hermione tilted her head and continued to ask.
"'This position is not theirs to be earned, it is a disguise for their slavery, a disguise for their privileges... to justify their oppression...'"
The more Asia spoke, the more she seemed to realize what she was saying. The confidence in her voice became weaker and weaker, her eyes dropped again, and her words became halting.
Floyd turned 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're done! You're done!!!"
"Instead of worrying about others, you should worry about yourself, noble pure-blood lady."
Hermione's voice was cold, and the next second after she opened her mouth, a dazzling red light flashed on the tip of her wand, and then Floyd's body became as hard as stone.
