In This Hogwarts Without a Savior

The moment he saw little Barty, Asia's whole body froze.

At this corner of the stairs, few students passed by, and now they were the only two.

"Professor Crouch"

She could only lower her head and call out the professor's title, and then she made no more moves, let alone refused.

Let alone Asia, who has a cowardly personality, even a random pure-blood student can only look submissive in front of little Barty.

Little Barty obviously did not think about the possibility of Asiya's refusal. After finishing speaking, he turned and walked towards his office.

Asia could only follow him with a pale face.

At this time, the girl has already thought of the worst possibility in her mind. In this castle, whether she is pure blood or mixed blood, private contact with those enslaved "mudbloods" is a major violation of school rules, not to mention He said that during the Triwizard Tournament, he went to contact Dumbledore's group.

Not long after he returned to the castle after meeting Hermione, he was blocked by little Barty. Asia didn't think there was any other possibility.

Soon, Asia was standing opposite the Pureblood Academy Charms Professor in Barty Jr.'s office.

Compared with Snape's vice-chancellor's office, Barty Jr.'s professor's office looks much more exquisite. In addition to the books and materials that look precious, there are also some books and materials with restrained colors and workmanship. Fine porcelain and carvings.

The floor is covered with soft cashmere carpets, and a gorgeous crystal chandelier hangs from the ceiling.

Snape's office was completely shabby compared to Barty Jr.'s.

"I heard that you have been very close to those people at the edge of the Forbidden Forest recently?"

Little Barty looked down at the Charms homework collected on his desk, picked up the parchment, and asked casually.

However, after hearing his question, Asiya's whole body trembled violently. Her face turned from pale to pale. Her two slender hands grasped the robe in front of her uneasily, and even the sound of her breathing They were all speechless and couldn't say a word.

"Don't be nervous, of course I can understand why you did such a thing. Those people in Floyd are very dissatisfied with you and want to kick you out of school, and that loser from the Flint family actually wants to use that Several girls forced you to ask him for help in the end, so that he could better control you and play with you without having to worry about being responsible or being punished because your family knew about it."

Listening to Little Barty calmly describing the situation he was facing, Asia's pale face did not have much despair and nervousness at this time, but gradually revealed a kind of numbness.

Numbness to myself, to the future, to everything I am experiencing now.

Little Barty casually marked the assignment he was grading with an A, then raised his head and glanced at the girl who stood there with her head lowered, like a lifeless rag doll.

"When you encounter something like this, you actually know it yourself. Even if you give in in the end and are willing to submit to that good-for-nothing Flint, getting his temporary asylum will not help at all. Freud's jealousy will only become more Wang Sheng, their family has made a marriage arrangement between the two of them since they were young, and they will become a family sooner or later. And when that time comes, Flint will definitely not risk offending his other half to protect you, that At that time, the best outcome for you, including your parents, is to lose all your jobs and income in the wizarding world and become a beggar in Knockturn Alley. Of course, the high probability result is that there will be no more Connell in the British wizarding community in the future. This is De’s family.”

He put down the homework in his hands and raised his head.

"So you have actually chosen to endure Freud's torture, right? No matter what you are going to experience, at least the only one who will bear the consequences in the end will not involve your family. It is a very brave decision. It is really brave, Kang Ned.”

This gentle encouragement and recognition made Asia's body tremble slightly. After little Barty revealed everything she had been thinking in her heart, she no longer felt so dead and numb, but remembered sobbing quietly. , his already red eyes looked at little Barty in disbelief.

Little Barty's smile is very friendly, like a spiritual mentor who rescues a lost girl, so heart-warming.

"Professor Crouch"

Asia called out Little Barty again with a trembling voice, this time with hope in her voice.

She thought of Professor Greengrass, and those professors who, although they were purebloods, still taught them in front of them and never showed their blood contempt for them.

These words of Barty Jr. ignited hope in her heart. Maybe all the previous rumors about Professor Crouch were wrong?

Just like the untrue rumors about Hermione and others circulating among students, maybe Professor Crouch has actually been misunderstood. In fact, he has never looked down on any mixed-race students. He is just as he always appeared. Gentle and polite, a professor who truly cares about every student?

However, the next second she raised her head hopefully, a heavy object hit her head hard!

The huge force caused Asiya to stumble and almost fall to the ground, and the fierce stinging pain coming from the top of her head kept re-stimulating her consciousness from the fainting state where her eyes turned black and almost lost consciousness.

"boom!"

The heavy book that hit Asiya's head fell to the ground with a dull sound.

Asia stared blankly at Crouch, who still had a gentle smile on her face. The scarlet blood seeped into her pale golden hair, slowly traced along her forehead and across her cheeks, and finally gathered into a smear on her chin. beads.

"Why.Professor"

The girl could only ask this question helplessly and at a loss.

The smile on little Barty's face did not diminish at all. Instead, it seemed that because he saw Asia's changes and reactions, his smile became more and more joyful.

"Why? There is no reason, Connair. You are indeed brave, but since you have already made such a brave decision, why did you accept the help of that mudblood in the end? As long as you refuse her, this matter will soon reach its final destination. Is there a good outcome? Flint gave up his illusions about you, Freud completed his revenge and saved his own marriage, and your most fundamental trouble will also be solved. This is so good, why don't you follow what you have already done? Make a decision and choose to do it? Why do you still have the illusion that you can live safely in the end? Do you think that little mudblood can save you? "

"Crack."

Blood dripped onto the white cashmere carpet, leaving a small patch of dazzling blood red.

Facing Little Barty's questioning, Asiya could no longer speak. She was like a stone sculpture that had been deprived of life, her eyes were empty and lifeless.

No one can bear the experience of igniting hope out of despair, and then having it shattered the very second it rises.

As hopeless as falling into an abyss.

Little Barty stood up from his seat and walked gently to Asia with a wand in his hand.

He reached out his hand and gently stroked Asia's face, which was stained with scarlet blood.

"What a poor child, Asia. All he had to do was accept his fate, but he was deceived by those people into thinking that he could still escape his fate. Look, they are the biggest scourge, the chief culprits who undermine the stability of the magic world today. The culprit, the best outcome for us is to kill them all and send them to Azkaban as food for the dementors, right?"

Asia's eyes were lifeless. Facing Little Barty's words, she just looked at him blankly, as if she had become mute.

Little Barty withdrew his blood-stained hand, rubbed the sticky blood between the tips of his index finger and thumb, then put it to the tip of his nose and sniffed, with undisguised sarcasm and disdain revealed at the corner of his mouth.

"What a filthy bastard."

He waved the wand, and the scarlet color between his fingers disappeared instantly. The next moment, he raised the wand again and tapped Asia's head.

There was no incantation, and I couldn't feel any changes in Asia's whole body, but an inexplicable feeling came from this girl's body.

Little Barty approached Asia and whispered in her ear.

"If you know that you are certain to die, you must want to give your most precious things to your most precious friends, right? This is a good thing, little Connade, this is the best thing, you You can do it boldly.”

Asia still had no reaction, but little Barty knew that the preparations he needed to make had been completely completed.

He tapped the girl's head with his wand again, changing her memory of meeting him at the corner of the stairs. Then he sat back in his seat and continued to correct the students' homework.

It wasn't until three or four minutes later that Asia woke up from her soul-lost state, and the blood on her face had almost dried up.

"So have you reflected on your mistakes? Conrad." Little Barty said without raising his head.

Asia sobbed quietly and nodded.

"I, I know I was wrong, professor. I am not qualified to come to you to accuse Miss Floyd."

"You know your mistake, and I won't give you any other punishment. Go to the school infirmary and get the injury on your head healed."

"Goodbye, Professor Crouch."

Asia bowed to little Barty, and then left the office, and what was left here was only the shocking scarlet color on the cashmere carpet.

Jon listened to Dumbledore and took half an hour after dinner every day to learn to dance with Rozier.

But to be honest, not only is he resistant to this, he also really doesn't have any amazing talents.

"Watch your steps, Professor Green. Don't be so restrained. Even if you step on me, I won't blame you."

Of course Jon knew that Rozier would not blame him, but in any case, facing such an old lady, Jon really couldn't bear to do anything disrespectful to him anymore.

"I'm sorry, Professor Rosier, I feel like I haven't made any progress after practicing for a week."

"You're just not proficient yet. No one is born with something. It's the same with dancing. It's still a long time before the dance, so don't apologize for it."

Rozier comforted.

"That's it for today's teaching. It's time for me to go back and rest."

Jon politely said good night to the vice president, and then the two of them left the professor's lounge.

It was actually still early now, and Jon had no intention of going to bed at this time. There was nothing to do if he stayed in the car, so he came to the driver's seat in front of the car and wanted to enjoy the evening breeze outside.

Hagrid is not here. He has his own room in the carriage when the carriage does not need to be moved, and he will not stay in the driving seat all the time.

So Jon occupied the large chair he was sitting on. To Hagrid, it was a normal bench, but to Jon, it could be called a bed.

And just when he sat on the "bed" and was about to check whether Hagrid's secret snacks were still there and give himself an extra meal, a voice suddenly sounded not far from him.

"Mr. Green, Master, he finally asked Dobby to come to you and said he wanted to meet you!"

Jon raised his head and saw Dobby standing on a tree not far from the carriage. It seemed that he had been there for a while, waiting for Jon to come out.

After hearing his words, Jon's interest immediately arose.

"What did he tell you?"

Dobby jumped down from the tree, and then walked to the front of the carriage, directly facing Jon.

"The master said, let Dobby contact Mr. Green without anyone else present, and then told Mr. Green that on the last night of November, he would wait for Mr. Green with the little master at the Pig's Head Pub in Hogsmeade. Sir’s presence.”

Jon asked with interest.

"Are you sure it's the Pig's Head Bar?"

"Yes, Dobby remembered correctly, it's the Pig's Head Bar!"

Jon believed that Lucius didn't know the relationship between the owner of the Pig's Head Bar and Dumbledore, that is, he didn't know that the place he chose was actually the enemy's base camp?

"How can he be sure that I will go?" Jon asked next.

Dobby thought about it for a while, and then he said.

"The master said that he will use his original face to see Mr. Green when the time comes. This in itself is an admission and also gives the handle to Mr. Green. As long as Mr. Green is a smart man, he cannot refuse."

Jon couldn't help but laugh.

"It's not clear whether I am a smart person, but your master must be a smart person, a smart person."