In This Hogwarts Without a Savior

Voldemort sat at the head of the teacher's table on the high platform.

After he appeared, the entire auditorium became silent.

Even though most of the students sitting here are teenagers, almost no one is unaware of the authority of the man who changed the entire magical world.

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

Sitting on Voldemort's left is Snape, and on his right is Barty Crouch Jr.

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

"The beginning of a new semester always makes people feel happy."

A faint smile appeared on his handsome face, and his voice echoed throughout the auditorium.

No one dared to whisper at this time, and many people were even deliberately restraining their breathing, as if inhaling a little faster would disturb the gentleman on the stage.

"Welcome the new students, I hope you can regard this castle as your home in the future. Everyone who can sit here has truly noble blood flowing in their bodies. 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 supporting this noble blood is supporting ourselves."

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

"For the purest bloodline!"

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

"For the purest bloodline!"

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

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All students who failed to pass or above in the "holiday training" were punished with three canings.

The number may seem small, but for these thin "mudbloods", if these three whips were just a little heavier, they could kill many of them.

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

These five people, plus other students covered with scars, will be treated by the school doctor named Lestrange tonight, which will not affect their normal classes and work tomorrow.

But the injuries on the body can be healed, but the psychological impact of being hung up in public and whipped with a whip will never be erased for the rest of their lives.

This caning is a summary of the "holiday training" for the old students and is also the first instructional lesson for the new students.

After all the punishments were over, the students started their "opening dinner".

A glass of water and two slices of hard bread for each person.

The students who got an O during the holidays were different from the others. They got an honorable extra piece of sandwich which, judging from the hardness, should be the leftover sandwich from the night before.

There were actually more than a dozen people who felt proud because they got this extra sandwich that should have been thrown away.

They held their heads high and received their rewards from Dolokhov's hands, as proudly as dogs who had received leftover meat and bones from their masters.

The dinner in the auditorium has already begun, and Dolohov, as the administrator of the castle, will certainly not miss the event where Voldemort will be present.

Only these "mudbloods" were left in the basement, silently eating water and dry bread.

These children who are at the bottom of the entire magical world also form different circles.

Most of the Mudbloods who got the sandwiches sat very close to each other, as if the better they fulfilled the orders of the "pure-blood masters", they would be distinguished from other "Mudbloods" and appear more noble. .

These people are almost all older children of fifteen or sixteen years old. They have been here for more than four years and have already accepted their status as slaves. In order to become the "upper class" among slaves, they They will willingly obey all orders in the school and have been domesticated to a quite successful level.

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

He is a normal human being, not a dog. He is not even in the mood to touch the "meat bone" of the sandwich.

Jon broke open the dried bread that was similar to Hagrid's rock biscuit and soaked it in the water. Just when he was about to use this cup of "bread water" to satisfy his needs, he suddenly noticed something from She had been staring at him from the beginning.

He looked at the girl with long chestnut hair. The girl was also looking at him, or to be precise, at the sandwich he had left beside him.

Jon hesitated for a moment, then gently pushed the sandwich in the direction of the girl.

The girl did not grab the sandwich immediately. She turned her attention to the other senior students who had received the sandwich. After observing that their attention was not on her, she quickly picked up Jon's reward. , broke it in half from the middle, put one half back in front of Jon, while the other half was hidden behind her.

Jon blinked, a little surprised that the girl was thoughtful and knew how to avoid unnecessary trouble.

Just when he thought the girl would secretly eat half of the sandwich after ensuring safety, Jon suddenly discovered that the girl had no intention of eating.

She was moving her position carefully, as if she was afraid that if she moved too much, she would attract the attention of others, especially the senior students who had taken the sandwiches.

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

It was the boy who got whipped by Dolokhov for asking questions in the first place.

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

Until the girl gently touched his hair and handed the half sandwich to him.

The freshman raised his face full of tears. The dirty face of the girl who was obviously only one year older than him showed a gentler smile than anyone else, and then gently handed the sandwich forward. Hand it over, as if to indicate to the new students to take it.

"This might taste better."

Her voice was very small and soft, like a small group of weak flames. It looked weak, but it was enough to warm a desperate child.

Cedric's bloodline is questionable. Wikipedia says he is suspected of being a pureblood. This suspicion seems to refer to Hagrid telling Harry in the Goblet of Fire that he hopes his champion will prove that half-bloods are not weaker than pure-bloods. This pure-blood refers to: It may be Cedric, who is also a Hogwarts warrior, or it may refer to the Slytherins who look down on Harry's participation. This is a bit ambiguous, so I will write him as a mixed-race, but if there is a big boss later, he will really If I can provide irrefutable proof that he is a pure-blood, I will definitely make changes, but then the original parts related to Cedric will definitely be cut off.

And don’t wait for the chapter in the early morning for those who cultivate immortality. I can’t bear it anymore because I worked overtime today. I plan to wake up and write it tomorrow. It’s just a good time to adjust my routine in the underworld.

Good night