Volume 6: Summer at Spider's End Alley Chapter 441 Who to judge?
Slughorn fell silent after hearing Dumbledore's words.
Looking at the carriage students with red faces and fists waving in anger, and the half-blood students from the castle who had finally mustered up the courage to vent their anger, he looked at the bewildered people in the corner who stood up with the others, their eyes filled with fear and some ignited emotions, looking up at the high platform and the gallows.
He understood what Jon said to Dumbledore, just as Dumbledore understood what Jon wanted to say at the time.
What they have to do at this time is not only to break the oppression of bloodline, but also to pull down those in high positions, make their faces close to the soil, and feel the power of those they call mudbloods.
It is also necessary to deeply imprint the concept of resisting oppression in the minds of every student.
In the past, Hogwarts or any other magic school in Europe only taught students magical knowledge, but now they have to learn something different.
While Dumbledore and Slughorn were talking, George and Fred had already put the strong rope around Flint's neck!
At this time, the eldest master of this pure-blood family, who usually lived a life of luxury, was completely frightened.
He never thought that he would really die here, and he never thought that Dumbledore would actually dare to kill him!
But he had no time to believe it or not, because he had been dragged to the scaffolding on the high platform, and his neck was completely tightened at this time!
Hogwarts did not prepare for him the black cloth used to reduce the fear of death row prisoners, which went against their original intention of preparing to execute Flint.
After everything was ready, the job of executioner was not assigned to the Weasley brothers, but to Flitwick, who waved his wand indifferently, and then the top wooden board of the scaffolding that was originally supporting Flint's body was suddenly pulled out!
Flint was hanged in public.
Amidst loud cheers and celebrations, he became the first pure-blood wizard to be publicly tried and the first to be hanged in this war to overthrow oppression!
Looking at the dead body still dangling on the gallows on the platform, the pure-blood students who were being controlled and waiting to be tried were filled with fear!
It is true that Flint is a villain. Even among many pure-bloods, the crimes he committed are despised by most pure-blood families.
But even if the rest of these people didn't commit such a heinous crime , they were all guilty of something fishy, otherwise they wouldn't have been arranged to be in this public trial.
Soon, Flint's body was dragged down, but the gallows on the platform was not removed, but was clearly displayed in front of everyone.
Just as the pure-bloods waiting to be tried were trembling in the audience, the students participating in the first public trial in the history of the wizarding world were excited.
The second prisoner brought up was not a pureblood.
Instead, it was a boy wearing a linen robe, with a panic-stricken look on his face, and he looked to be about seventeen or eighteen years old!
The students on the carriage might not recognize this person's identity, but the half-bloods and Muggles in the castle below the stage all knew that only one kind of person in Hogwarts Castle would dress like this.
Those are the hemp breed who are only allowed to live in the basement and are slaves who can only work for high-blooded people all their lives!
Isn't this a trial against purebloods? Isn't this a carnival of revenge for the Muggles? Why are the Muggles, who were also rescued from Hogwarts, being pressed up?
Except for a few like Cedric who noticed the key to the matter, as they saw the round face of this pockmarked student was different from the others, and his hands that had obviously not done much rough work, most of the other mixed-blood students were puzzled.
The Muggle students were all looking at the wizard who was brought to the podium in shock. Of course, they all knew who this man was.
Mag's voice echoed throughout the square.
"Pape Henderson, seventh year student at Hogwarts Castle, Muggle House, and also serves as the boy's prefect, yes or no?"
Henderson's entire body was shaking uncontrollably. He had to be dragged by George and Fred to stand tremblingly.
"Yes, yes... I am innocent, I was enslaved... I was forced..."
He answered in a very low voice, and the students sitting in the back could only see that he opened his mouth and then said something.
Fred wisely put his wand to Henderson's throat and cast an amplification spell.
"Answer me again, are you Pape Henderson?" Mag asked again.
“Yes…I am…”
Now his voice, which couldn't be stopped but was filled with tears, could finally be heard by everyone.
But at this time, the students in the carriage also showed doubts. They didn't understand why the one who continued to be tried was a punk student, an object of enslavement and oppression.
After confirming Henderson's identity, Mag didn't look at him again, but turned to look at the corner of the audience below, where the rescued punk students from the castle were.
"Rene Riley."
She said a name, and then, under the gaze of everyone present, a boy who looked about the same age as Jon stood up tremblingly from his seat.
"I'm here, ma'am."
He was so nervous that he didn't know what to shout, but McGonagall obviously didn't care about that. The other wizards in the audience didn't care Instead, they all stared at him, not understanding why he was called.
"Come up, Mr. Riley ."
Her voice was still as serious, but it was obviously less cold than before.
The boy named Riley seemed to have sensed this as well. He timidly left his seat and walked up to the podium in front of everyone present.
"Do you know this Mr. Henderson?"
Mag's voice spread throughout the square, and other people in the square were also watching this scene.
Riley just raised his head and looked at Henderson, then lowered his head in fear again.
Henderson now looked like he had lost his soul, with dull eyes.
"Recognize, know..."
"Now turn around, Mr. Riley, and face everyone present. Tell everyone what Mr. Henderson did to you when you first entered Hogwarts Castle."
Riley was like a timid hamster under the spotlight, with a cowardly expression on his face and his left hand hidden behind his back. Even when he turned around and looked at everyone in the audience as Mag had said, his head was still lowered.
"No, no, he didn't do it..."
"Tell the truth, Mr. Riley. On this platform, every word spoken by everyone will be recorded." Mag said solemnly, "A lie told once will not remain unexposed forever."
Riley looked like he was about to cry, but he didn't dare to say it out loud, nor did he dare to disobey Mag's words. So under the gaze of countless eyes, he finally spoke again.
He began to cry, and his sobs interrupted his story, but no one urged him on.
It was not until more than a minute had passed that Mag spoke in a deep voice.
"Then what?"
"And then, then, Caretaker Dolokhov hung me in his office, stripped me naked, and whipped my back with a whip..."
"Your hand was still broken at the time?"
"Yes, it is."
"After taking Dolokhov's punishment."
"Henderson... Henderson was also insulted, and he was very angry... Then he started to beat me. He kicked my head, cursed me, and stepped on my broken arm. He said it was because of me that the pure-blood gentleman scolded him..."
"Is the back of your arm okay?" Mag asked after taking a deep breath.
"My arm... my arm will never be healed..." He was crying, but it was obvious that he was holding back, trying not to let his sobbing voice burst out.
Everyone in the audience was silent. The punks who were rescued from the castle all lowered their heads. They had also heard Riley's story, and many of them even knew about it. No one knew what kind of expressions were on their faces.
For a moment, the only sound in the square was Riley's suppressed sobbing.
"Anything else?" Mag continued to ask.
Riley sniffed, he seemed to have given up, all the words he had said before had already been said, whether he said it or not the result would be the same.
"And the year before last, after all the lower grade students were rescued from the castle, all the Mud and Hempseeds who stayed behind were punished. Henderson was very angry, very angry, because Administrator Dolohov was gone. He was his backer, and it was he who promoted him. He started beating me, and he also beat Crook, Doggie, and Heath, but he beat me the hardest, and then... then he kicked me in the crotch! I fainted from the pain, and when I woke up, there was nothing down there! Henderson didn't dare to send me to the school hospital to report to others, and he was afraid that I would bleed to death, so he used a magic to stop the bleeding for me, but, but I am no longer a complete person! Woo woo woo..."
It seemed like he finally couldn't hold it back anymore, his emotions completely broke down and he burst into tears!
Riley collapsed on the ground. The only sounds in the square were his crying and a few unnoticed sobs coming from the corner.
Compared to what happened to Asiya, and compared to the adult hemp species that were killed and whose names were read from the parchment, the miserable situations of the people around them reminded them of their own experiences more.
Riley is a typical representative, but not the only victim!
At this time, most of the Ma Zhong lowered their heads. Even though they felt sad and pain in their hearts, they did not dare to express it openly.
Mag, the presiding judge, looked at Riley, who was crying and holding his head in his hands, and at the punks below who were trying to hide their sadness even now. She could not read the rest of the words on the parchment.
So the rest of the procedure was taken over by Flitwick. McGonagall took out a handkerchief from her pocket and wiped her tears. Even though she had seen all of this many times, she still couldn't help but shed tears.
"Isn't there another girl named Mayawati Anderson who entered school in the same year as you?"
Riley's face was covered with snot and tears. He gasped for breath and answered in a vague voice.
"yes……"
"Why did she disappear later?"
There was suddenly an extremely fearful look in Riley's eyes. He sat down on the ground trembling, covering his face and crying again. It seemed that he had no way of answering Flitwick's question.
Flitwick knew what would become of this girl, and he tightly clenched the hand holding the parchment, gritted his teeth, and called out a Muggleborn student again.
"Kramie Sheppert, you answer! You don't have to go on stage, just stay where you are and tell us loudly what happened to Miss Anderson!"
The girl whose name was called turned extremely pale and stood up from her seat tremblingly.
"She, she was sick at the time, very sick..."
"Did she die of illness?"
"The professors above...they said this..."
“But what’s really going on?”
"The truth..." Her lips trembled, as if she didn't dare and didn't know how to start.
"Tell everyone, tell everyone, what happened to your classmate?" Flitwick asked in a very serious and raised voice.
"She, she is very ill! But the new administrator who replaced Mr. Dolohov at that time was going to send her to the infirmary! But, but Henderson, he said that the life of a mudblood is worthless, and Professor Carrow is...there is a lack of teaching materials!"
She summoned up all her courage and shouted these words out loud, while closing her eyes! Tears could not stop flowing out of them!
"Anderson was sent to Professor Carlo! She never came back! Never again! Henderson was appreciated by the new administrator because of this, and he continued to be the prefect who managed all of us!"
After this incident was told, it seemed to arouse the pain of all the numb people present who had been suppressing their emotions!
They no longer suppressed their cries, nor did they lower their heads. Everyone was crying, everyone was mumbling about the pain they had suffered, and everyone was confessing everything they had seen and experienced over the years and had been unable to stop!
And it was in the midst of the crying that the students in the carriage and the mixed-race people who were brought over from England finally understood what was happening in their depressed mood.
In this public trial, it was never said that the person on trial was a pureblood.
