Chapter 69 68 Hell and Heaven

Chapter 69 68. Hell and Heaven

A boy who looked about 14 or 15 years old stood up from the ground with a numb face.

Dolokhov looked at him, and he also looked at Dolokhov.

"Do you know your grades during this holiday?"

The boy named Taylor said in a voice that seemed to be without any emotion.

"My work did not satisfy the gentleman who provided me with food and accommodation, and he gave me an unqualified evaluation."

Dolokhov put the shackles in front of him with a grim smile.

"Put your hands in yourself."

Taylor cooperated like a robot, and put his skinny hands into the shackles.

Dolokhov suddenly locked the shackles, and then threw the chain connected to the shackles to a ring in the middle of the room.

The next moment, this boy who was only in junior high school in normal society was hung up!

His feet were off the ground, and the whole person was like being hung up in a slaughterhouse, lifeless dead meat, gently shaking in the air.

"Snap!"

Accompanied by a sonic boom, the whip hit his back hard!

The severe pain made Taylor's breathing heavy. His eyes, like dead water, seemed to have some fluctuations, but his face was still as dead as a person's expression.

"You also joined that society last semester, right?"

Dolohov's smile never disappeared. Such violence seemed to bring him great satisfaction.

"What is the only meaning of mudbloods' lives? Answer me, Stebbins! This is what you learned in the first class of enrollment!"

The boy spoke with difficulty. Every syllable he uttered seemed to consume a lot of energy.

"Serve the pure blood, sir."

The freshmen were all shocked by this brutal scene. Many people had already cried out. This was completely different from what Crouch said when he coaxed them to sign the contract.

There was no lively auditorium, no loving professors, and no friendly classmates.

There was only a dark and damp basement, a tyrannical administrator, cold shackles and a whip dipped in salt water.

This contrast between heaven and hell made them unable to accept it, but they could only helplessly shrink in the corner and cry. For the first time in their lives, these 11-year-old children experienced despair.

When the whip fell on Taylor, Jon couldn't help but take a deep breath.

This place was worse than he imagined.

At the same time, he was also attracted by the reaction of the girl with chestnut hair, who was suspected to be Hermione Granger.

The girl seemed to be reluctant to watch this torture, but forced herself to watch it.

She opened her red eyes wide, and her fists hidden in her wide cuffs were obviously clenched tightly, and her dirty face was as pale as paper.

The punishment continued, and the consequences of failing grades were obviously not ended by a single whip.

"Snap!"

This was the sound of the second whip swinging.

"Keep telling me! Stebbins, if the mudbloods make mistakes, what kind of punishment should they receive!"

"Whip... whipping, sir... "

"Snap!"

This was the third and last one.

"So, do you think you deserve this punishment?"

Taylor had no way to answer his question. The three whips had completely knocked him unconscious, and his body was swaying weakly in the air.

Dolohov spit at the boy as if he was feeling unlucky, then let him go from the shackles, and finally dragged him to open the door as if he was dragging a corpse.

"Lestrange! Your work is here!"

The administrator shouted at the corridor outside the door, and soon a middle-aged wizard appeared in front of him and took Taylor from him.

"One fell just at the beginning?"

"I haven't done much for two months, and I didn't know how to control the severity. Don't worry, I won't let you have more than five jobs today."

Taylor's back, which was left with three whip marks, had a bloody mark on the ground that was pulled and scratched.

The freshmen had stopped crying. They hugged their legs, trembling and trying to curl themselves up, as if this could bring them a little warmth and make them forget that Hogwarts was like hell on earth.

…

"Hogwarts is like heaven!"

At the long table belonging to the pure-bloods, the new wizard listened to Draco arrogantly introducing the privileges of pure-blood students in the castle, and couldn't help but sighed excitedly.

Draco was dismissive of the reaction of the freshman.

This was a freshman from a new-school pure-blood family. If the classification of pure-bloods was followed by the magic world in the past, such people would be just "half-blood bastards" and would not be qualified to sit at the same table with him for dinner.

But after Voldemort ruled the magic world, he defined the three identities of pure-blood, half-blood and mudblood according to the situation at the time.

Wizards whose parents were not wizards were naturally the lowest mudbloods.

The requirement for half-bloods was that one of the parents must be a wizard, or both.

In addition to the twenty-eight pure-blood families recognized by the wizarding world, those whose ancestors for three generations on both sides of the family were all wizards will also be classified as pure-bloods.

This class distinction was only planned uniformly in the year when Voldemort just took power in the magic world. Once all existing wizards have determined their own class, this class will be completely finalized and passed down forever.

Pure-blood children will always be pure-blood, mixed-blood children will always be mixed-blood, and mudblood children will always be mudblood.

And intermarriage between different classes is prohibited.

Those wizards who are classified as pure-blood because their parents and ancestors are all wizards for three generations are called new pure-bloods in the magic world.

This group can be said to be Voldemort's die-hard fans, the most loyal group to him in the entire magic world, and in this regard, they even far exceed most of the old pure-blood families like the Malfoy family.

Moreover, the number of new pure-bloods is not small. It can be regarded as Voldemort's partial wooing and division of wizards with the identity of "mixed blood", which further reduces the size of the largest wizard group, and can also cause conflicts and contradictions between mixed blood and new pure blood, and new pure blood and old pure blood, which is more conducive to his control of the power of the entire magic world.

The strategy of further subdividing different identity labels within different classes and transferring their conflicts that should have been directed externally to the internal ones was very successful.

This was fully reflected in the Hogwarts Castle. Draco, who was born from the old-school pure blood, looked down on the new-school pure blood.

In his eyes, this kind of pure-blood wizard was just a fake with the title of pure blood but no family background. It was purely a failed product made by the great gentleman in a moment of confusion.

Of course, such an idea would only be thought of in his mind, because in the middle of the long table on the high platform, the Hogwarts principal, who always looked handsome in his youth, had sat in the main seat without knowing when.

Only when parents are wizards for more than three generations can they be considered pure blood. This is actually the default division of pure blood identity in the original book, not just the twenty-eight families.

For example, when I wrote the first two books, many people questioned why Harry Potter was a half-blood when his parents James and Lily were both wizards. The main reason was that although Lily was a wizard, her parents and grandparents were all pure Muggles.

That’s why Harry in the original book was always emphasized to be a half-blood.

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