Chapter 70 69 Sandwich

Chapter 70 69. Sandwich

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 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 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 at the bottom of the entire magical world have also formed 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 very 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 person, not a dog. He is not even in the mood to touch the "meaty 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, who 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, somewhat surprised at the girl's thoughtfulness and how to avoid unnecessary trouble.

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

She was carefully moving her body, as if she was afraid that a big move would attract the attention of others, especially those senior students who took the sandwich.

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

It was the boy who was whipped by Dolokhov for asking questions at the beginning.

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

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

The freshman raised his tearful face. The girl, who was only one year older than him, smiled more gently than anyone else on her dirty face. Then she gently passed the sandwich in her hand forward again, as if to signal the freshman to take it.

"This might taste better."

Her voice was very small and light, like a small weak flame. She looked weak, but it was enough to warm a desperate child.

Cedric's ancestry was in doubt. Wikipedia said that he was suspected of being a pure blood. This suspicion refers to the fact that Hagrid told Harry in the Goblet of Fire that he hoped his championship would prove that half-bloods were not weaker than pure bloods. This pure blood may refer to Cedric, who is also a Hogwarts warrior, or to those Slytherins who looked down on Harry's participation in the competition. This is a bit ambiguous, so I wrote him as a half-blood. However, if a big guy really gives me ironclad evidence that he is a pure blood later, I will definitely make changes, but then the original part related to Cedric will definitely be cut off.

Then, don't wait for the chapter in the early morning, my friends who are cultivating immortals, I can't bear the overtime today, I plan to write it tomorrow after I wake up, just in time to adjust my schedule in the underworld.

Good night