Chapter 82 81 We Are Wizards

Chapter 82 81. We are wizards

Jon opened the door, and a girl named Hermione Granger was standing outside.

She looked at Jon, made a silencing gesture to him, then grabbed his arm and led him out of the dormitory.

Jon didn't resist. He followed the girl through the corridor with the cold wind, and then came to the end of the basement, into a slightly larger room that looked like an abandoned Potions classroom.

There are already some children waiting here, all first and second grade students.

Most of the first-year students' faces were blank and hesitant, as if they didn't know why they were disobeying Dolohov's order and gathering here at this time.

Most of the second-grade students had excited expressions. They were afraid and seemed to be trying to overcome this fear.

After leading Jon into this room, Hermione closed the door completely. Tonight was a pleasant Halloween for the professors and students above, and no one would spoil their mood at this time. Look at them Mudbloods, even Dolohov.

"Are there just seven of us? Hermione"

The questioner is also a second-year student. His name is Ben Thomas, a boy who is usually taciturn.

Hermione pushed her messy hair behind her shoulders and pursed her pale lips.

"Wes has been getting close to Brown (Mudblood Prefect) and the others since the beginning of school. We can't completely trust him anymore."

Her words made the second-year students somewhat silent, and many of them subconsciously clenched their fists.

At this time, a first-grade child finally asked.

"Why are we gathering here?" the boy stammered, "If Brown and the others find us, they will definitely report it to Mr. Dolohov."

The second-year students didn't speak, but Hermione turned to look at the first-year students.

There are only eight of them, and their facial features are all very immature. If they did not have the ability to show magic, then in the Muggle society, they should have just entered junior high school and started their middle school life.

In fact, people like Hermione are only one year older than them, but just this extra year of experience has allowed them to shed a lot of the naivety of 12-year-olds.

Suffering tortures them and helps them grow faster.

"Because gathering, communicating, getting along, and being free, these should be our rights!"

Hermione looked at the new students and said this sentence that was so unethical in Mudblood education.

The first-year students, who had been domesticated for some time, all looked at Hermione with their mouths wide open.

Perhaps in the first few days after arriving here, they still missed their parents every night, missed their previous society and life, and cried for their experiences.

But two full months of working and living in the castle had gradually made them feel numb.

At the age of 11, this is when they begin to gather their worldview and values ​​for the world, but they are indoctrinated all day long that they are inherently inferior to others, and that as slaves, their lifelong goal should be to better serve purebloods. Concept, there are few of these children who will not be affected by these words.

If they are not inherently inferior, why do they suffer such discrimination?

If they are not of dirty blood, then why can't they hold a wand and learn serious magic like other children?

If they were not born inferior to humans, why did they endure such a slave-like life?

Children's minds are still very simple. They will think about these questions by themselves, but they can't give themselves a reasonable answer.

It was clear that they had done nothing wrong, but why did they encounter this?

Is it really like what these professors and gentlemen in the castle said, just because their blood is dirty and they are born low?

"No one is born humble!" Hermione looked at them and said categorically, "We are all equal, and the history of the wizarding world has never been like what the professor said. It is just the history of pure-blood wizards, and we can only rely on service. They left their names in the history books!”

"Mudblood, this is a curse word, it is not a definition of people like us! Seven years ago, Hogwarts Castle did not have pure blood, mixed blood and Mudblood colleges at all. In the past thousands of years, We all have one name in common - wizard!"

"We are wizards."

Her voice was not loud and her tone was not passionate, but everyone present could hear what she said clearly, and everyone could feel the unparalleled firmness and determination of what she said to herself. Agree.

The first-grade students were stunned. After a short silence, a boy named Colin whispered.

"But the professor said that only those with blood deserve to be called wizards."

"How are blood people different from us?" Hermione asked.

The boy couldn't answer her question, because the teacher who taught them never said that they were any different from pure-blood hybrids, but only emphasized their inferiority again and again.

"Bloodline is just an excuse. They find a reason to enslave us. People are not superior or inferior. If we are really born inferior, then why don't they dare to let us get the wand and learn real magic? Because they know very well that they themselves are right Every word we say is a lie, a lie we use to make ourselves believe and not dare to resist.”

Hermione's words frightened and encouraged the first-year students.

They had only been humiliated in this castle, and today was the first time someone had said such words to them.

"But, but what's the use of knowing this?" A girl choked and said, "We have no way to resist, we can only be their slaves"

"Someone is resisting." Hermione looked at her seriously, "I picked up a newspaper that was thrown away, and saw that there is another Hogwarts in the magic world. In that school, everyone is equal. Even people like us can get a wand to learn magic. There, everyone can drink hot pumpkin juice and milk, eat grilled sausages, steaks, puddings and cakes. Everyone will celebrate together on holidays, everyone will receive Christmas gifts, and everyone will be blessed."

Her words made every child who heard them show a yearning expression on their faces. It was just like a dream life.

But in fact, what Hermione described was not what she saw in the newspaper at all. How could the Daily Prophet under Voldemort's control write such an article?

She might have really learned from the newspaper she picked up, or from the senior students whose memories had not been erased before, that there was another Hogwarts led by Dumbledore.

Those words just now were all the beautiful things she had imagined with all her strength.

Jon, who had been watching from the sidelines without saying a word, knew clearly that she had not said a word wrong. Everything she could imagine existed in the exiled carriage.

A gathering like today's could not change the situation of these children in the castle at all. Without wands, magic, and limited movement and communication, they had no chance to overthrow oppression by themselves.

But she had to give these children hope, even though they were all a group of children now, unarmed and unable to resist.

But they had to know that they were equals, right?

Three more chapters, promise fulfilled, broken sleep