Chapter 67 66 Hogwarts Castle

Chapter 67 66. Hogwarts Castle

"A group of mudbloods dared to form a society in Hogwarts Castle. In the end, the news reached the headmaster, but they have not been executed yet."

Draco looked regretful, as if he regretted not seeing the scene he expected.

Lucius pulled his arm, not intending to cause any trouble to Jon. For people like them, talking to mudbloods was insulting, not to mention actively lowering their status to cause trouble.

In the magic world, it is some half-bloods who like to torture "mudbloods" the most.

Originally, everyone was an ordinary person of the same level, but under Voldemort's rule, their status did not decrease, while the Muggle wizards who were originally equal to them became slaves.

This made them feel the taste of privilege while being oppressed by the privilege of pure blood. They were like spiritual nouveau riche. These people would frequently seek a sense of superiority from "mudbloods", and they were also the group of people who supported Voldemort's rule the most.

"I told you not to make any comments about that gentleman, especially outside."

Lucius took Draco away, but Jon was wiping the window while squinting his eyes and thinking.

The father and son actually revealed a lot of information to Jon in their conversation just now.

Before coming, Dumbledore explained to him that the "admission notice" that Hogwarts Castle tricked Muggle students into signing was actually a constraint, not that as long as they signed their names on the contract, their thoughts would immediately change 180 degrees.

This was just to control the personal freedom of Muggle students and their magical talents, and a contract was created. It was not as terrible as Jon imagined at the beginning, that signing it could directly and subtly change people's thoughts.

This means that the "mudblood" students in Hogwarts Castle still have their own independent will, and have not been domesticated like house elves, who only know how to obey.

Where there is oppression, there will naturally be resistance. The other Hogwarts carriage led by Dumbledore was a kind of resistance, and the Muggle students in the Hogwarts Castle obviously knew that they should resist.

However, in a castle where the gap in strength was so great that people could hardly breathe, their resistance would hardly have any results.

Draco's words also revealed this point. Those students were punished. Although they were not directly deprived of their lives, the punishment was obviously not light.

Otherwise, he would not have known about this matter, and even saw the punishment of those students on the spot.

Jon looked back at the backs of Malfoy and his son. Their clean and tidy robes were a little dazzling in the sun.

The parents and students who came and went in Diagon Alley were just like them. Parents and children were warm and harmonious, and freshmen were excitedly holding up their brand new wands. The third and fourth grade students who met at school and walked together in the pet store were excitedly choosing pet food for feeding owls. The boys and girls who were approaching adulthood gathered together and walked out of the bookstore, discussing with sad faces how to deal with the seventh-grade final wizard level test, accompanied by a burst of laughter.

Everything here is so beautiful, just like the magic world is still the magic world in the original book, and Hogwarts is still the Hogwarts in the original book.

And Jon, who was squatting in the window and wiping the high glass with great effort, was like the only stain that should not appear in this world, and was the stink bug that destroyed this harmonious and beautiful world in Draco's mouth.

Jon struggled to clean the rag in his hand, but a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth inexplicably.

The stink bugs that are annoying in the sun and the stars that twinkle in the night, these two names can be regarded as complementing each other.

Life in Diagon Alley was very monotonous. Because he couldn't go out, Jon's life was repetitive and boring every day.

Such days lasted until September 1st, when the new semester was finally about to start.

The night before, Ekmo prepared a much richer dinner than before. Although he didn't say anything, Jon could see that he was seeing him off.

For ordinary students, the way to get to Hogwarts Castle was to go to Platform 9 and 3/4 of King's Cross Station and take the Hogwarts Express, but for a student like "Smith", he certainly didn't deserve to sit on the same vehicle with the noble half-bloods and pure-bloods.

Jon didn't know how to get back to the castle, but he didn't wonder for long. On the afternoon of the 1st, an uninvited guest came to the potion shop.

It was a house elf, just like what Jon had seen in the movie in his previous life. He had pointed ears, big eyes, and was skinny to the point of skin and bones, looking very ugly.

After flashing into the potion shop with a "pop", the house elf respectfully handed a piece of parchment to Ekmoe.

"Sir, please evaluate the performance of the mudbloods who are staying in your shop this holiday."

Ekmoe gave Jon the best "O" evaluation without any surprise. Then the house elf put away the parchment, bowed to Ekmoe, and then walked to Jon's side. Without any communication or reminder, he directly grabbed Jon's arm.

The next second, a distortion feeling exactly the same as when Dumbledore Apparated spread throughout Jon's body. When he felt his feet on the solid ground again, he had come to a completely new environment.

This should be the basement of a certain building. Everything around it was sealed off, with only one lonely door tightly closed. Under the flickering light, there were dozens of children of different ages, also wearing linen robes, around him.

They all sat separately on the ground, keeping enough distance between each person, as if no one dared to get close to each other, and no one spoke.

After sending Jon here, the house elf immediately disappeared from the room again, as if to continue to pick up the next child.

After seeing these children, Jon had already guessed where he was now.

The house elf needed to use Apparition to teleport in directly. The only place where so many "mudbloods" gathered was Hogwarts Castle!

And just when he had just determined where he had come to, another sound unique to Apparition, like a whip whipping in the air, sounded.

A girl with messy chestnut shawl hair and also wearing a shabby gray linen robe was brought in.