Chapter 376 374 Dirty Blood

Chapter 376 374. Dirty Blood

The moment she saw Little Barty, Assia's whole body froze.

At this corner of the stairs, few students passed by, and now they were the only two people.

"Crouch, Professor Crouch"

She could only lower her head and call out the professor's name, and then she didn't do anything else, let alone refuse.

Not to mention Assia, who was cowardly by nature, even if a pure-blood student came randomly, he could only be submissive in front of Little Barty.

Little Barty obviously didn't think that Assia might refuse. After he finished speaking, he turned and walked towards his office.

And Assia could only follow him with a pale face.

At this time, the girl had already thought of the worst possibility in her mind. In this castle, whether it was pure-blood or half-blood, private contact with those enslaved "mudbloods" was a serious violation of school rules, not to mention contacting Dumbledore's group during the Triwizard Tournament.

Not long after returning to the castle after meeting Hermione, Assia was blocked by Little Barty halfway. Assia didn't think there was any other possibility.

Soon, in Little Barty's office, Assia stood opposite the professor of the Pure Blood Academy's Charms course.

Compared with Snape's vice-president's office, Little Barty's professor's office looked much more exquisite. In addition to those books and materials that looked precious, there were also some porcelain and sculptures with restrained colors and exquisite workmanship on the bookcase.

The floor was covered with soft cashmere carpets, and a gorgeous crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling.

Compared with Little Barty's office, Snape's office could be called shabby.

"I heard that you have been very close to those people on the edge of the Forbidden Forest recently?"

Little Barty looked down at the Charms homework collected on his desk, picked up the parchment, and asked casually.

However, after hearing his question, Asia's whole body trembled violently. Her face had 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 say a word.

"Don't be nervous. I can understand why you did such a thing. Those people in Freud don't like you and want to drive you out of school. And that idiot from the Flint family actually wants to use those girls to force you to ask him for help in the end, so that he can better control you. After playing with you, he doesn't have to worry about the problem of responsibility, nor does he need to be afraid of being punished because his family knows."

Listening to little Barty's faint description of the situation he was facing, Asia's pale face did not show much despair and tension at this time, but gradually revealed a kind of numbness.

Numbness to himself, the future, and everything he is experiencing now.

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 such a thing, you actually know that even if you finally give in and are willing to submit to Flint, that loser, and get his temporary protection, it will be of no use at all. Floyd's jealousy will become even stronger. Their two families have already decided on their marriage since they were young, and they will become a family sooner or later. And by that time, Flint will definitely not risk offending his other half to protect you. At that time, the best result for you and your parents is to lose all your jobs and income in the magic world and become beggars in Knockturn Alley. Of course, the most likely result is that there will be no Conrad family in the future British magic world."

He put down the homework in his hand and looked up.

"So you have actually chosen to endure Freud's torture, right? No matter what you are going to experience, at least you will be the only one who bears the consequences in the end, and your family will not be implicated. It's a very brave decision, really brave, Conrad."

This gentle encouragement and recognition made Asiya's body tremble slightly. After being told everything she had thought in her heart by Little Barty, she no longer had that dead numbness, but remembered sobbing softly, and looked at Little Barty with some disbelief in her red eyes.

Little Barty's smile was very friendly, like a spiritual mentor who rescued a lost girl, so warm.

"C, Professor Crouch"

Asia called out Little Barty's voice again with a trembling voice, this time with hope in her voice.

She thought of Professor Greengrass, and those professors who were pure blood but still treated them as professors and never showed contempt for their bloodline.

Little Barty's words ignited hope in her heart. Perhaps the previous rumors about Professor Crouch were all wrong?

Just like the untrue rumors about Hermione and the others that were circulating among the students, maybe Professor Crouch was actually misunderstood. He actually never looked down on any half-blood students. He was as gentle and polite as he always appeared to be. He was a professor who really cared about every student?

However, the next second when she raised her head with hope, a heavy object hit her head heavily!

The huge force caused Asiya to stumble and almost fall to the ground, and the fierce stinging pain coming from the top of her head kept pulling her out of the fainting state where her eyesight turned black and almost lost consciousness, and stimulated her to wake up again.

"boom!"

The heavy book that hit Asiya's head fell to the ground with a dull sound.

Asia stared blankly at Crouch, who still had a gentle smile on her face. The scarlet blood seeped into her pale golden hair, slowly traced along her forehead and across her cheeks, and finally gathered in her chin. beads.

"Why.Professor"

The girl could only ask this question helplessly and at a loss.

The smile on little Barty'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, Connair. You are indeed brave, but since you have already made such a brave decision, why did you accept the help of that mudblood in the end? As long as you refuse her, this matter will soon reach its final destination. Is there a good outcome? Flint gave up his fantasy about you, Freud completed his revenge and saved his own marriage, and your most fundamental trouble will be solved. This is so good, why don't you follow what you have already done? Make a decision and do it? Why do you still have the illusion that you can survive safely? Do you think that little mudblood can save you?"

"Crack."

Blood dripped onto the white cashmere carpet, leaving a small patch of dazzling blood red.

Facing Little Barty's questioning, Asiya could no longer speak. She was like a stone sculpture that had been deprived of life, her eyes were empty and lifeless.

No one can bear the experience of igniting hope out of despair, and then having it shattered the very second it was raised.

As hopeless as falling into an abyss.

Little Barty stood up from his seat and walked gently to Asia with a wand in his hand.

He reached out his hand and gently stroked Asia's face, which was stained with scarlet blood.

"What a poor child, Asia. All he had to do was accept his fate, but he was deceived by those people into thinking that he could still escape his fate. Look, they are the biggest scourge, the culprits who undermine the current stability of the magic world. The culprit, the best outcome for us is to kill them all and send them to Azkaban to serve as food for the Dementors, right?"

Asia's eyes were lifeless. 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 the tip of his nose and sniffed, with undisguised sarcasm and contempt revealed at the corner of his mouth.

"What a filthy bastard."

He waved the wand, and the scarlet color between his fingers disappeared instantly. The next moment, he raised the wand again and tapped Asia's head.

There was no incantation, and I couldn't feel any changes in Asia's whole body, but an inexplicable feeling came from this girl's body.

Little Barty approached Asia and whispered in her ear.

"If you know that you are certain to die, you must want to give your most precious things to your most precious friends, right? This is a good thing, little Connade, this is the best thing, you You can do it boldly.”

Asia still had no reaction, but little Barty knew that the preparations he needed to make had been completely completed.

He tapped the girl's head with his wand again, changing her memory of meeting him at the corner of the stairs. Then he sat back in his seat and continued to correct the students' homework.

It wasn't until three or four minutes later that Asia woke up from her soul-lost state, and the blood on her face had almost dried up.

"So you have reflected on your mistakes? Conrad." Little Barty said without raising his head.

Asia sobbed quietly and nodded.

"I, I know I was wrong, professor. I am not qualified to come to you to accuse Miss Floyd."

"You know your mistake, and I won't give you any other punishment. Go to the school infirmary and get the wound on your head healed."

"Goodbye, Professor Crouch."

Asia bowed to little Barty and then left the office. What was left here was only the shocking scarlet color on the cashmere carpet.

Jon listened to Dumbledore's words and took half an hour after dinner every day to learn to dance with Rozier.

But to be honest, not only is he resistant to this, he also does not have any amazing talents.

"Watch your steps, Professor Green. Don't be so restrained. Even if you step on me, I won't blame you."

Of course Jon knew that Rozier would not blame him for anything, but in any case, facing such an old lady, Jon really couldn't bear to do anything disrespectful to him anymore.

"I'm sorry, Professor Rosier, I feel like I haven't made any progress after practicing for a week."

"You're just not proficient yet. No one is born with something, and it's the same with dancing. There's still a long time before the dance, so don't apologize for it."

Rozier comforted.

"That's all for today's teaching. It's time for me to go back and rest."

Jon politely said goodnight to the vice president, and then the two separated from the professor's lounge.

It was actually still early, and Jon had no intention of going to bed at this time. There was nothing to do in the carriage, so he came to the driver's seat in front of the car and wanted to blow the evening breeze outside.

Hagrid was not here. He had his own room in the carriage when the carriage did not need to move, and he would not stay in the driver's seat all the time.

So Jon occupied the wide chair he sat on. For Hagrid, this was a normal bench, but for Jon, it could be called a bed.

Just as he sat on the "bed" and was about to find out if Hagrid's private snacks were still there and add a meal 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 and had been waiting for Jon to come out.

Hearing his words, Jon's heart immediately became interested.

"What did he tell you?"

Dobby jumped down from the tree, and then walked to the front of the carriage, right in front of Jon.

"The master said that Dobby should contact Mr. Green without anyone else present, and then tell Mr. Green that on the last night of November, he will be waiting for Mr. Green with the young master at the Hog's Head Inn in Hogsmeade."

Jon asked with interest.

"Are you sure it's the Hog's Head Inn?"

"Yes, Dobby is not wrong, it's the Hog's Head Inn!"

Jon believed that Lucius didn't know the relationship between the owner of the Hog's Head Inn and Dumbledore, that is, he didn't know that the place he chose was actually the enemy's base camp?

"How can he be sure that I will definitely go?" Jon asked.

Dobby recalled for a while, and then he said.

"The master said that he would use his original face to meet Mr. Green. This is a kind of recognition and also a handle handed over to Mr. Green. 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 man."