In This Hogwarts Without a Savior

In Hogwarts Castle, there was still an hour before curfew, and at this time, the towers in the castle were crowded with students.

Those who can occupy the highest and best positions are naturally pure-blood students, and mixed-blood students are also very conscious and do not compete with those noble figures.

But no matter which position they were in, they could see that the fire dragons that were originally scattered in the Forbidden Forest were now being gathered together!

Yes, those crazy dragons seemed to have been connected to a traction rope by someone and dragged them to the edge of the Forbidden Forest. This made the students in the castle exclaim.

"I dare say it must be the terrorist named Jon Green who caused the trouble!"

Grandio, a sixth-year mixed-blood college student, said with a lively expression, as if he had seen it with his own eyes.

"I heard from the professors that he is full of bad ideas and has a rotten orange face like a goblin. As long as he blinks his eyelids, he can come up with a bad idea that will cause harm to the magic world. He must have dealt with those in the Forbidden Forest. The fire dragon did something, like threw slugs on their heads, or used weird black magic to steal their most valuable nerves. Now he's in big trouble, and these dragons are hunting him, etc. We can get the news after a game. Mr. Principal said to us happily, "The last hope of the wanted criminals is dead. Their ambition to re-contaminate this castle has been completely shattered. Children, we will exempt this one." Semester's work to celebrate! 'Oh! My God, this is wonderful!'

He seemed to have imagined a bright future, and the mixed-race students around him also had smiles on their faces, as if they had heard something extremely interesting.

"The Dark Lord Dumbledore is even worse. He made a bet with the headmaster. Once Jon Green dies, they have no hope of winning at all. What is the name of Durmstrang's contestant? Come on? Diane Rozier? Rozier, well, maybe she will have some abilities, but she will definitely not be able to match the two purebloods of Lestrange and Malfoy joining forces. The victory will definitely belong to us, and in the end France will also It will be ours, and those people on the Wu Ping Line will turn into rats in the ditch and get out of our territory!"

There was a burst of laughter among the mixed-race students. Most of them were immersed in Grandio's remarks, which could be said to be a fantasy or a near future. Some even reminded him with a sneer.

"Don't forget what Mr. Principal said, Mudbloods are not human beings at all. It is said that the so-called Witch Level is just a gathering of Mudbloods."

Cedric watched expressionlessly as the classmates around him expressed unabashed discrimination and humiliation towards Dumbledore, Jon and everyone they represented.

When the laughter rang out, he did not laugh along. Only by truly living in this school could he feel the horror caused by the distorted education.

He can be sure that most of the classmates around him are kind. They are loyal to their friends, respectful to their teachers, and friendly to their relatives. They are no different from all children who have received education of truth, goodness and beauty.

But they are also accustomed to seeing themselves as members of the current Hogwarts Castle, and regard the great gentleman as their spiritual leader.

The long-term differentiation and hierarchy between mixed-bloods and pure-bloods in school has made them all understand the difference between superiority and inferiority. They believe that wizards with pure blood must be excellent, while so-called mudbloods are not even human beings. Not really.

Because they had not even had much contact with those oppressed students, all the impressions in their minds came from the distorted cognition taught in the Muggle Studies class, which in Cedric's eyes was enough to be called terrifying.

This is scary.

Even if the reality is revealed before their eyes and all the pure-blooded lies are exposed, they will still find various reasons and excuses to justify the rules and systems they have recognized.

Many mixed-race students have heard and seen the words Jon left last year.

Sometimes language can touch people's hearts, but in more cases, no matter how straightforward the words are, they are so pale and powerless. The concepts a person has formed will not change with a few words and can change. They can only use force to firmly break the principles they believe in, turn correct principles into habits, and allow an equal environment to reshape behavior. Only then can they truly change people's values.

As for Cedric, he actually never really believed in the principles taught to him in this castle. His family education had already told him what was right and what was wrong. Just to live in this wrong society, His father went against his own ideas and continued to serve the more "higher" purebloods in the Ministry of Magic. Cedric himself could only live in this castle in a daze and loneliness.

Jon's words never changed Cedric's mind. He never thought that the education in Hogwarts Castle was right from beginning to end. It just tore off his timidity and let him know that maybe Many people knew the true right and wrong at the beginning, but with a little bit of obedience, they subtly changed themselves.

Cedric couldn't accept that change, so he came into contact with the centaurs after Jon rescued the horse students from the castle.

He knew that there were very few things he could do, and he was far from able to make much difference to the overall situation, but people couldn't stop doing it just because their role was insignificant and wait to be saved by more capable people, right?

Life may need help from others to be saved, but inner salvation can only rely on oneself.

Cedric had no intention of rebuking the malicious speculation and ridicule of his classmates around him. He knew very well that this was completely useless and would also put himself in a dangerous situation.

But sometimes if he didn't say anything, no one would bother him anymore.

"Why are you so angry! Diggory, do you disagree with Grandio's words?"

The person who asked such a pointed question was a girl with a face full of freckles and a bitter expression.

She stared at Cedric fiercely, wishing to find his shortcomings every moment.

Logically speaking, a character like Cedric who is always a good guy no matter where he is should not be at odds with anyone, but this girl is an exception.

Because just last semester, she expressed her admiration and love for Cedric in private and was rejected. Even though neither she nor Cedric mentioned it to anyone, it still made the girl hate her former crush. object.

After hearing her words, everyone on the tower looked at Cedric. Everyone could see that what the girl said was absolutely right. In such a happy atmosphere, Cedric was the only one who didn't have any gregarious joy on his face. .

Cedric looked at the girl, his face as gentle as ever.

"You can't expect everyone to have the same thoughts, right? I just think that using the enemy's fantasies as entertainment and relaxation is demeaning to everyone."

Although his words made the students around him feel uncomfortable, they couldn't find anything wrong with them, because he didn't say it was wrong to belittle Jon. He just felt that their way of relaxing was very vulgar.

However, the girl still said sadly.

"I think you actually sympathize with these Mudbloods, right? No need to pretend, Diggory, I saw you once secretly gave bread to the Mudbloods who cleaned the bathroom!"

"But they rejected your kindness, didn't they? They all know that with their low status, they are not worthy of eating this kind of food! And you, a formal citizen of the British wizarding world! A student of Hogwarts Half-blood House! You are actually right? They are sympathetic, are you connected with those wanted criminals?"

A hat was put on Cedric's head. Although he had already met Jon, the hat was not put on the wrong one.

But making a conclusion without any reasonable evidence is actually a slap in the face.

Maybe she didn't know what she was doing, and the words she spoke now were just out of instinctive hatred, but her behavior was because she wanted Cedric to die!

The scene fell silent for an instant. All the students looked at each other, and finally turned their attention to Cedric again.

If this was just an unfounded accusation against Cedric at the beginning, and a random person could stand up and say a few words to divert the matter, then no one would dare to speak anymore. Cedric must explain this to himself, otherwise he will have to explain it later. Someone will definitely report this to the professor.

They surrounded Cedric, surrounding him in the middle of the crowd, like a stranger.

Cedric's face was calm. He looked at his classmates, who were divided by blood and classified into the same class as him.

They were all waiting for him to explain, but for some reason, Cedric suddenly didn't want to talk now.

He looked at the bright starry sky. The world at night was beautiful and full of mystery. However, under this imaginative canvas, a huge shadow covered half of the sky.

The Astronomy Tower was the place where the current headmaster of the castle was crowned king during the duel between Dumbledore and Voldemort.

As the tallest tower in the entire Hogwarts Castle, it is naturally filled with professors in the castle.

Except for Snape, who went to the platform outside the Forbidden Forest for Voldemort, Barty Jr., the Carlo brothers and sisters, Greengrass, and some pure-blood academy professors were all here.

The movement in the Forbidden Forest was loud, and the cloud made of dragon's breath that first appeared in the sky was also very dazzling. Not only the students in the school were alarmed, but the professors were no exception.

"If you were surrounded by ten fire dragons, how long could you hold on?"

The night wind blew the light yellow hair on Little Barty's forehead. He looked at the group of dragons that had obviously gathered together and were chasing something, and asked Amycus Carlo in a casual voice.

Amycus looked at the distant sky and narrowed his eyes.

"If I can use apparation, I can try to pull them out one by one. Although the dragons are powerful, they have no racial concept. They have always been alone, and they don't know how to cooperate. They divide themselves and solve them. It’s not difficult to get up.”

When he said this, a cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"But you cannot use Apparition in Hogwarts, including the Forbidden Forest. Being surrounded by so many fire dragons will only lead to death."

His sister, Alecto, who was fat and ugly like a pig, also had a cruel and rampant smile on his face.

"Who came up with this idea for the master! It's really great, but I don't know if that little mudblood can leave some interesting corpses. I also want to show such a unique case to the students in class! "

Greengrass frowned and glanced at Alecto, as if she was dissatisfied with her innate cruelty and vulgarity, without any pure-blooded family accomplishments.

Little Barty didn't answer Alecto's question. He just put his hands on the edge of the tower and looked at the area surrounded by fire dragons, with a casual smile on his face.

If there is anyone in this world who has absolute loyalty to Voldemort, then Barty Jr. dares to be the first, and Bella is probably the second.

He and Snape didn't deal with each other, not only because Snape was a half-blood but had a higher status than most pure-bloods, but also because he always felt that Snape was loyal to his master. Not pure.

That's right, little Barty never denied Snape's talent. He just felt that this man was an unstable time bomb, very useful but also very dangerous, so he always tried his best to dissuade his master from letting Snape do things. But he must not be given absolute power.

Little Barty didn't know if his master had listened to his suggestions, but he knew very well that the focus of their entire organization should not be on the inside.

Because Dumbledore and the others, who had never been taken seriously by his master before, were hanging around like old men, now they are actually starting to show signs of gaining momentum.

Among them, the one who had the greatest impact on Voldemort himself turned out to be a student who had just entered fourth grade.

This is very abnormal and very disturbing. At least it makes Barty Jr. and his group of loyal servants of the British magical government created by Voldemort feel uneasy.

Of course they firmly believe that their master is great and invincible, but there are always some ants who want to take a bite of flesh from the giant's body, and precisely because of their insignificance, they often succeed easily.

But when the giant really starts to pay attention to this ant, then he will no longer be a problem.

Little Barty narrowed his eyes. In his eyes, the golden-red flames that lit up from time to time under the starry sky couldn't be more beautiful than a picture.

You see, this overestimating ant is about to die. He has not even reached the highest expectations of his master from the beginning.

When the wizard who killed his father and mother was thinking this, his brows suddenly wrinkled.

The scenery that was originally so beautiful in his eyes suddenly grew in size rapidly, and gradually occupied all of his pupils!

Talking about the early morning, I was thinking and writing until seven o'clock before I knew it. I couldn't sleep anyway, so I'll write what I wrote at night. If I can finish this paragraph, I'll post it in the morning. If I can't finish it, I'll wait until I wake up at night. Keep writing