Chapter 116 114 Good Things Don’t Come for Nothing

Chapter 116 114. Good things don't come for nothing

Hanton looked at Jon in disbelief in the secret passage.

"You want to stay with Hermione?"

"Believe me, no one will stay today." Jon stared into Hanton's eyes, "Remember, take these children and don't stop, keep going forward, there is a trap door at the end, after opening the trap door, you don't have to do anything, someone will help you do everything!"

After he finished the last sentence, he knocked on the statue with his wand, and the next moment the entrance to the secret passage was completely closed.

Just as Jon put on the invisibility cloak again and walked down from the third floor to the first floor, the pure-blood and half-blood students also finished class.

The originally quiet corridor became lively, and all the teenagers rushed out of the classroom and ran downstairs happily.

No matter what time it is, eating is always the most pleasant thing.

However, just when they walked down the first floor in groups of three or five, everyone saw the girl hanging in front of the hallway.

Her hands were tied, her feet were hanging in the air, her body was swaying helplessly in the air, and her mouth was sealed with a spell by Dolohov, and she could no longer make any sound.

All the students who saw her were stunned, but soon these pure-blood and half-blood students reacted.

Looking at the linen robe Hermione was wearing, they all knew her identity.

Although these mudblood students rarely met them, they always lived in the same castle, and they had seen a few of these "alternative" students. In addition to what happened last semester, they also knew what kind of punishment these students would receive if they made mistakes.

The pure-blood students reacted first. They looked at the girl who was hung up for public display, and while commenting on the mudbloods being mudbloods, they walked into the hall arrogantly.

Some half-blood students were like these people. They laughed softly, said ridiculed words, and passed in front of the girl.

Most of the lower-grade half-blood students lowered their heads, unable to bear to see the girl's miserable condition, and hurried away.

Among them, there was a tall and handsome boy who frowned. He seemed to think it was wrong to hang such a young child up. He drew his wand and wanted to rescue her privately, but was pulled by his classmates and dragged into the hall, asking him not to meddle in other people's business.

Hermione saw all these people's behavior.

She didn't cry or shed tears. At this time, she calmed down. She was hung up like this and watched the people coming and going below. She thought in her heart that her classmates who were rescued would definitely live such a life in the future.

They don't have to do dirty and tiring work every day, don't have to experience slavery education, and don't have to endure such derogatory eyes.

They will bathe in the sun and become a free man, with their own things and their own knowledge and thoughts.

This "prison" can no longer be a cage that binds them, just like colorful birds can only show their beauty under the blue sky and white clouds.

As for myself?

Beautiful things can't be obtained for no reason. Someone always has to sacrifice, right?

Since she firmly believed that no one in this world was nobler than anyone else, and no one was more special than anyone else, why couldn't she be the victim?

Hermione laughed. Her smile was not bitter or stiff, but a smile from the heart.

Some students passing by saw the smile on her face, and they whispered whether this mudblood was crazy.

Dolohov came down with a whip, and he looked at Hermione with a grin. In fact, when he first hung the mudblood up, he had already determined that she was crazy.

But in the magic world, lunatics are the easiest to treat.

He had already thought that after lunch, he would go to the Ministry of Magic and invite the employee who was proficient in the forgetfulness spell to come over and let him change the memory of this lunatic.

No matter how crazy a person is, he will become obedient in front of absolute magic. After today, she will become the most obedient slave.

Dolohov moved a bench from the hall, and then conjured a table in front of him, and started his lunch in front of the hall.

He was not in a hurry to whip the girl. An hour ago, the two stewards in the castle, Snape and Little Barty, left in a hurry. He didn't know what happened outside for the time being, but with these two people leaving, he could be a little more unscrupulous.

The students were eating, and he had to wait until lunch was over to show his means and majesty in front of the rest of the school!

Jon was standing in a corner less than five meters away from Dolohov wearing an invisibility cloak.

He held the Marauder's Map in his hand and was staring at the movements of Henton and the others escaping from the castle. He had to find a time point and start his own actions when these children left the school.

This would not affect their progress of escaping, and would also help his own raid to rescue people.

Just as he said to Henton at the beginning, Jon had never thought of leaving any of the people he had originally decided in the castle.

He hated sacrificing other people's things in order to achieve certain goals. Maybe some things were done for the sake of the overall situation, and it was natural and right, but he just hated it.

This kind of disgust does not need a reason, and eliminating this disgust does not need a reason.

Looking at the map, Hanton and his team have approached the edge of the map. It is expected that they will be able to completely leave the scope of Hogwarts in three minutes at most. Jon also put away the Marauder's Map.

He took out Fox's feather from his pocket, held his wand in the other hand, stared at the back of Dolohov who was slowly enjoying steak, and silently adjusted his state.

It was easy to deal with Dolohov when he was unprepared, but now he was not the only faculty member in front of the auditorium.

People came and went around, there were students taking meals back to the dormitory, and there were also several professors standing at the stairs talking, but Jon himself had more than just this feather and wand in his hand, he also gained confidence from this castle that he did not usually have.

It might be troublesome to save a group of people, but if it was just to save one person, Jon didn't think he would be unable to do it.

It was time to count in his heart, and at this time, a scream sounded throughout the Hogwarts Castle!

That was the alarm that a mudblood student had escaped from the school.

Dolohov's face suddenly changed, and he stood up from his chair in panic. At the same time, Jon had already stretched out his hand holding the wand outside the invisibility cloak.

"Petrification!"

Don't scold me, don't scold me, I didn't stop writing, and it was time to write this, so I had to post it first.

I will continue to write, and try to update one chapter tomorrow morning. The remaining two chapters will probably be later tomorrow, after all, I will go to work on Monday.

And I think I wrote Hermione's last inner monologue quite well (smug.

I am sure I can't be so noble, but I believe and respect that there must be such noble people in this world. They are not saintly bitches. Just like the sentence in Shawshank Redemption, "Strong people redeem themselves, great people save others", such greatness is great, right?