Volume 5: The Burning Golden Flame Chapter 374 Dirty Blood
The moment Asia saw little Batty, his whole body froze.
There were very few students passing by at this corner of the stairs, and now they were the only two of them.
"K, Professor Crouch..."
She could only lower her head and call out the professor's title, and then she didn't take any other action, let alone refuse.
Not to mention Asia, who has a cowardly personality, even if any pure-blood student comes, he can only be timid in front of little Barty.
Little Batty obviously didn't think about the possibility that Asia might refuse. After he finished speaking, he turned and walked towards his office.
And Asia could only follow behind him with a pale face .
At this moment, the girl had already thought of the worst possible scenario. In this castle, no matter whether one was a pure-blood or a half-blood, any private contact with those enslaved "Mudbloods" was a serious violation of school rules, not to mention contact with Dumbledore and his gang during the Triwizard Tournament.
Not long after returning to the castle from meeting Hermione, Asia was blocked by Little Barty halfway. She didn't think there was any other possibility.
Soon, in Barty Jr.'s office, Asia stood opposite the professor of Charms at the Pure-Blood Academy.
Compared with Snape's vice-president's office, Barty Jr.'s professor's office looks much more refined. In addition to those books and materials that look precious, the bookcase also contains some porcelain and sculptures with restrained colors and exquisite workmanship.
The floor is covered with soft cashmere carpets and hanging from the ceiling is a gorgeous crystal chandelier.
Compared with little Barty's office, Snape's office can be described as shabby.
"I heard that you have been close to those people on the edge of the Forbidden Forest recently?"
Little Barty looked down at the Charms homework on his desk and asked casually as he picked up the parchment.
However, after hearing his question, Asia's whole body trembled violently. Her face turned from pale to ghastly. Her two slender hands nervously grabbed the robe in front of her. She even held her breath and couldn't utter a word.
"Don't be nervous. I can understand why you did such a thing. Those people at Floyd don't like you and want to kick you out of school. And that idiot from the Flint family actually wants to use those girls' pressure on you to make you ask him for help. That way he can control you better. After playing with you, he doesn't have to worry about taking responsibility, nor does he need to worry about being punished if his family finds out."
Listening to little Batty calmly describing the situation he was facing, Asia's pale face no longer showed much despair and tension, but gradually revealed a kind of numbness.
Numbness towards myself, the future, and everything I am experiencing now.
Little Barty casually gave an "a" to the homework he was correcting, then looked up at the girl who was standing there with her head down, like a lifeless rag doll.
"When you encounter something like this, you actually know that even if you finally give in and are willing to submit to that loser Flint and get his temporary protection, it will be of no use at all. Floyd's jealousy will only grow stronger. The two families have already decided on your marriage since childhood, and sooner or later you will become a family. And by that time, Flint will definitely not risk offending his other half to protect you. At that time, the best outcome for you and your parents is to lose all your jobs and income in the wizarding world and become beggars in Knockturn Alley. Of course, the most likely outcome is that there will no longer be a Conrad family in the future British wizarding world."
He put down the homework in his hands and looked up.
"So you have actually chosen to endure Floyd's torture, right? No matter what you are going to go through, at least in the end, only you will bear the consequences and your family will not be implicated. It's a very brave decision. It's really brave, Conrad."
This gentle encouragement and acknowledgment made Asia's body tremble slightly. Little Barty told her everything that she had been thinking before. She was no longer dead and numb. Instead, she sobbed softly and looked at Little Barty with red eyes in disbelief.
Little Batty’s smile is very friendly, like a spiritual mentor who saves a lost girl, so heartwarming.
"K, Professor Crouch..."
Asia once again called out Little Barty's voice in a trembling voice, and this time there was hope in her voice.
She thought of Professor Greengrass, and those professors who, although pure-blood, still treated them as professors and never showed contempt for their bloodline.
Barty's words ignited hope in her heart. Perhaps the previous rumors about Professor Crouch were all wrong?
Just like those false rumors about Hermione and others circulating among students, maybe Professor Crouch was actually misunderstood. He had never actually looked down on any half-blood students. He was as gentle and polite as he appeared to be, a professor who truly cared about every student?
However, the next second when she raised her head with hope, something heavy hit her head!
The tremendous force made Asia stagger and almost fall to the ground, and the fierce pain from the top of her head kept stimulating her to regain consciousness from the blackout that had almost caused her to lose consciousness.
"Bang!"
The heavy book that hit Asia's head fell to the ground with a dull sound.
Asia stared blankly at Crouch, whose gentle smile had not faded. The scarlet blood seeped into her light golden hair, slowly flowed down her forehead, across her cheeks, and finally gathered into beads on her chin.
"Why... Professor..."
The girl could only ask this question helplessly and confusedly.
The smile on little Batty's face did not diminish at all. Instead, it seemed that because he saw Asia's changes and reactions, his smile became more and more joyful.
"Why? There is no reason, Conrad. You are indeed very brave, but since you have made such a brave decision, why did you accept the help of that mudblood in the end? As long as you reject her, this matter will soon reach the best result? Flint gave up his fantasy about you, Freud completed his revenge and saved his own marriage, and your most fundamental problem will also be solved. How great is this? Why don't you do what you have decided? Why did you still have the illusion that you could still live safely in the end? Do you think that little mudblood can save you?"
“Pah.”
The blood dripped onto the white cashmere carpet, leaving a small patch of glaring blood red.
Faced with little Barty's questioning, Asia could no longer speak. She looked like a stone sculpture that had been deprived of life, with empty eyes and lifeless appearance.
No one can bear the experience of having hope ignite from despair and then having it shattered the very next second.
As desperate as falling into the abyss.
Little Barty stood up from his seat, holding the magic wand in his hand and walked gently to Asia.
He stretched out his hand and gently stroked Asia's face, which was stained with scarlet blood.
"What a poor child, Asia. You just need to accept your fate, but you are deceived by those people into thinking that you can escape it. Look, they are the biggest scourge, the culprits who destroy the stability of the wizarding world. The best outcome for us is to kill them all and send them to Azkaban to be used as food for the Dementors, isn't it?"
There was no life in Asia's eyes. Facing little Barty's words, she just looked at him blankly, as if she had become mute.
Little Barty withdrew his blood-stained hand, rubbed the sticky blood between the tips of his index finger and thumb, then put it to his nose and sniffed it, with undisguised sarcasm and contempt revealed at the corners of his mouth.
"What a dirty bastard."
He waved his wand, and the scarlet between his fingers disappeared instantly. The next moment, he raised the wand again and knocked on Asia's head.
There was no spell, and no one could feel any changes in Asia, but an inexplicable feeling came from this girl.
Little Barty moved closer to Asia and whispered in her ear.
"If you knew you were going to die, you would definitely want to give your most precious thing to your most precious friend, right? This is a good thing, little Conrad, it is the best thing to do, you can do it boldly."
Asia still didn't react, but Batty knew that all the preparations he needed to make were complete.
He tapped the girl's head with his wand again, changing her memory after she met him at the corner of the stairs, then sat back in his seat and continued to correct his students' homework.
It was not until three or four minutes later that Asia regained consciousness from her lost state, and the blood on her face had almost dried up.
"So have you reflected on your mistakes, Conrad? " Little Batty said without raising his head.
Asia sobbed softly and nodded.
"I, I know I was wrong, Professor. I have no right to come here to accuse you of Miss Floyd..."
"Now that you know your mistake, I won't punish you in any other way. Go to the school infirmary and get your head healed."
"Bye, good-bye, Professor Crouch."
Asia bowed to little Batty, and then left the office. What was left here was only a shocking scarlet spot on the cashmere carpet.
…
Jon listened to Dumbledore and took half an hour every day after dinner to learn dancing with Rosier.
But to be honest, it's not just a matter of resistance on his part, he really doesn't have any amazing talent.
"Watch your step, Professor Green. There's no need to be so restrained. Even if you step on me, I won't blame you."
Of course Jon knew that Rosier would not blame him for anything, but no matter what, facing such an old lady, Jon really couldn't bear to do anything disrespectful to her.
"I'm sorry, Professor Rozier, I feel like I haven't made any progress after a week of practice."
"You're just not skilled enough. No one is born with the ability to do something, and the same goes for dancing. There's still a long time before the dance, so don't apologize for it."
Rozier consoled.
"That's all for today's teaching. I should go back and rest."
Jon politely said good night to the vice-president, and then the two of them separated from the professors' lounge.
It was actually still early, and Jon had no intention of going to bed at this time. There was nothing for him to do in the car, so he came to the driver's seat in front of the car and wanted to enjoy the evening breeze outside.
Hagrid was not here. He had his own room in the carriage when the carriage was not needed to move, and he would not stay in the driver's seat all the time.
So Jon took over the large chair he sat in, which was a normal bench for Hagrid, but for Jon it could have been called a bed.
Just as he sat on the "bed" and was about to look for Hagrid's private collection of snacks to have a snack for himself, a voice suddenly sounded not far away from him.
"Mr. Green, the master finally asked Dobby to come to you and said he wanted to meet you!"
Jon looked up and saw Dobby standing on a tree not far from the carriage. It seemed that he had been there for some time, waiting for Jon to come out.
Hearing his words, Jon's interest immediately piqued.
"What did he tell you?"
Dobby jumped down from the tree and walked to the front of the carriage, right in front of Jon.
"The master said that Dobby should approach Mr. Green without anyone else present, and then tell Mr. Green that he will be waiting for Mr. Green with his young master at the Hog's Head in Hogsmeade on the last night of November."
Jon asked with interest.
"Are you sure it's the Hog's Head?"
"Yes, Dobby remembered correctly, it's the Hog's Head Inn!"
John believed that Lucius was unaware of the relationship between the owner of the Hog's Head Inn and Dumbledore, which meant that he didn't know that the place he chose was actually the enemy's base?
"How can he be sure that I will go?" Jon asked.
Dobby recalled for a moment, then he spoke.
"The master said that he would use his original face to meet Mr. Green. This in itself is a kind of admission and also gives Mr. Green the handle. As long as Mr. Green is a smart man, he will not refuse."
Jon couldn't help but laugh.
"I'm not sure if I'm a smart man, but your master is definitely a smart man, a smart guy."
