Slughorn fell silent after hearing Dumbledore's words.
He looked at the carriage students around him who were blushing and shaking their fists angrily, and those mixed-race students from the castle who were bold enough to vent the flames in their hearts at this time. Then he looked at the helpless ones in the corner who also stood up with the others, with frightened eyes.
With some emotions that seemed to be ignited, Zhong looked up at the hemps on the gallows on the high platform.
He understood what Jon said to Dumbledore, just as Dumbledore understood what Jon wanted to express at that time.
What they have to do at this time is not only to break the oppression of their bloodline, but also to pull down those in high positions, to press their faces to the soil and feel the power of the mudbloods they call them.
Furthermore, the concept of resisting oppression must be deeply engraved in every student's mind.
In the past, Hogwarts, or any other magic school in Europe, only taught students magic knowledge, but now they have to learn something different.
And while Dumbledore and Slughorn were talking, George and Fred had already put the strong rope around Flint's neck!
At this time, the normally pampered eldest son of this pure-blood family was completely frightened.
He never thought that he would really die here, and he never thought that Dumbledore would actually dare to kill him!
But now he couldn't believe it, because he had been dragged to the scaffolding on the high platform, and his neck was completely tightened at this time!
Hogwarts did not prepare black cloth for him, which was used to weaken the fear of death row inmates, which violated their original intention of preparing Flint's execution.
After everything was prepared, the two Weasley brothers did not take on the job of executioner. Instead, Flitwick waved the wand in his hand indifferently, and then moved on to the scaffolding that originally held Flint's body.
The top wooden board was suddenly evacuated!
Flint was hanged in public.
Amid loud cheers and celebrations, he became the first pure-blood wizard to be put on trial and the first to be hanged in this war to overthrow oppression!
Looking at the dead body still hanging on the gallows on the high platform, the eyes of the pure-blood students who were being controlled and awaiting trial were filled with fear!
It is true that Flint is a villain. Even among many pure-bloods, the crimes he committed are considered despised by most pure-blood families.
But even if the remaining people don't have a lot of information like Flint, they still have to look at everything from 70 to 100. No one's buttocks are clean, otherwise they would not be included in this public trial.
Soon, Flint's body was dragged down, but the gallows on the high platform was not removed, but was clearly displayed in front of everyone.
Just as the purebloods in the audience were trembling as they awaited trial, and the students who participated in the first public trial in the history of the wizarding world were excited.
The second prisoner brought up was not a pure blood.
It was a boy wearing a linen robe, with a panicked expression, and he looked about seventeen or eighteen years old!
The students on the carriage may not recognize this person's identity yet, but the mixed-bloods and mucks in the castle in the audience all know that only one kind of person in Hogwarts Castle can dress like this.
That is the hemp species who are only allowed to live in the basement, and the slaves who can only work for the high bloodline throughout their lives!
Isn't this a trial against purebloods? Isn't it a carnival of revenge for the hemp breeds? Why are they suppressing the hemp breeds who were also rescued from Hogwarts Castle?
Except for a few people like Cedric who noticed that this mongrel student's round face was different from others, and his hands that had obviously not done much menial work noticed the key to the matter, most of the other mixed-race students
With a lot of confusion.
The Mock students looked at the wizard who was brought to the high platform in shock. Of course they all knew who this person was.
Mag's voice echoed in the square.
"Pape Henderson, a seventh-year student at Hogwarts Castle's Seed House, who also serves as the prefect of boys, yes or no?"
Henderson's whole body was shaking uncontrollably, and he had to be dragged by George and Fred to stand tremblingly.
"Yes, yes...I have no sin, I am enslaved...I am forced..."
He answered in a low voice, and the students sitting behind him could only see him opening his mouth, and then he didn't know what he was saying.
Fred shrewdly put his wand to Henderson's throat and used the Amplifying Charm.
"Answer again, are you Pappy Henderson?" McGonagall asked again.
"Yes, I am......"
Now his unstoppable crying voice can finally be heard by everyone.
But at this time, the students in the carriage also showed doubts. They also did not understand why the person who continued to be interrogated was actually a hemp student, an object of slavery and oppression.
After confirming Henderson's identity, Mag stopped looking at him. Instead, he turned to look at the corner of the auditorium below, where the rescued Mazong students were originally located.
"Rene Riley."
She said a name, and then under the gaze of everyone present, a boy who looked about the same age as Jon stood up from his seat tremblingly.
"I, I am, husband, madam."
He was so nervous that he didn't know what to shout, but Mag obviously didn't care about this, and neither did the other wizards in the audience. Instead, they all stared at him and didn't understand why he was being called.
"Come up, Mr. Riley."
Her voice was still so serious, but it was obviously less cold than before.
The boy named Riley seemed to have sensed this. He timidly left his seat and walked to the high platform in front of everyone present.
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Mag's voice spread throughout the square, and everyone else in the square was also watching this scene.
Riley just raised his head and glanced at Henderson, then lowered his head in fear again.
At this time, Henderson looked like he had lost his soul, his eyes were lifeless.
"Recognize, recognize..."
"Now turn around, Mr. Riley, face everyone here, and tell everyone what Mr. Henderson did to you when you first entered Hogwarts Castle."
Riley was like a timid hamster hit by the spotlight. His face was full of timid expression, and he hid his left hand behind his back. Even if he turned around and looked at everyone in the audience as McGonagall said,
But his head was still lowered.
"No, no, he hasn't done it..."
"To tell the truth, Mr. Riley, on this high platform, every word spoken by everyone will be recorded." McGonagall said solemnly, "It is impossible for a temporary lie to be exposed forever."
Riley seemed to be about to cry. He didn't dare to speak out, and he didn't dare to go against Mag's words, so under the gaze of countless pairs of eyes, he finally spoke again.
(force majeure)
He began to cry, and the sobs interrupted his story, but no one urged him.
It wasn't until more than a minute passed that Mag said in a deep voice.
"Then what?"
"Then, Administrator Dolohov hung me up in his office, took off my clothes, and whipped me on the back..."
"Your hand was still broken at that time?"
"Yes, it is."
"After enduring Dolohov's punishment."
"Henderson...Henderson he was also insulted, he was very angry...then he started to hit me, he kicked me in the head, cursed me, stepped on my broken arm
, he said it was all because of me, the pure-blood gentleman scolded him..."
"Is the back of your arm okay?" Mag took a deep breath before asking.
"The arm...the arm will never get better..." He was crying, but it was obvious that he was enduring and not letting his crying voice burst out.
Everyone in the audience was silent, and the Mugs who were rescued from the castle all lowered their heads. They also heard Riley's story. Many people even knew about these things, but no one knew.
What kind of expressions are showing on their faces now.
For a moment, the only sound in the square was Riley's suppressed sobs.
"Is there more?" Mag continued to ask.
Riley sniffed, as if he was a little broken. He had already said the words before, and the result would be the same whether he said it or not.
"Also the year before last, after all the lower grade students were rescued from the castle, all the mud and hemp seeds left behind were punished. Henderson was very angry, very angry, because Dolohov was gone as the administrator.
, this is his backer, the one he promoted. He started to beat me, and also beat Crook, Dorje, and Heath, but he hit me the hardest, and then...then he kicked me
It hit my lower body! I fainted from the pain, and when I woke up, my lower body was gone! Henderson did not dare to send me to the school hospital to report to others, and he was afraid that I would bleed to death like this.
I used a magic to stop my bleeding, but, I am no longer a complete person! Wuwuwu..."
He seemed to be unable to suppress it anymore, his emotions completely collapsed, and he cried loudly!
Riley collapsed on the ground, and the only sounds in the square were his crying and a few unnoticed sobs coming from the corners.
Compared with what happened to Asia, and compared with the killed adult hemp seeds read from the parchment, the tragic situation of the people around them reminded them more of their own experiences.
Riley is a typical representative, but he is not the only victim!
At this time, most of the hemp types lowered their heads. Even if they felt sad and had pain in their hearts, they did not dare to show it openly.
As the presiding judge, Mag looked at Riley, who was holding her arms and crying, and at the idiots below who were hiding their sadness even now. She couldn't read the words behind the parchment.
So the rest of the process was taken over by Flitwick, and Mag took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped it. Even though he had read all this many times, he still couldn't help but shed tears.
"Is there a girl named Mayawati Andersson who enrolled in the same year as you?"
Riley's face was covered with snot and tears. He gasped for breath and answered in a vague voice.
"yes......"
"Why was she no longer there?"
Riley's eyes suddenly showed a look of extreme fear. His body trembled and he collapsed on the ground, covering his face and crying again. It seemed that he could not answer Flitwick's question no matter what.
Flitwick knew what would happen to this girl. He clenched the hand holding the parchment tightly, gritted his teeth and called out to the Mock student again.
"Krummy Sheppert, you answer! You don't have to go on stage, just stay in your position and say loudly, what happened to Miss Anderson!"
The girl whose name was called turned extremely pale and stood up from her position with a trembling body.
"She, she was sick at the time, very sick..."
"Did she die of illness?"
"The professors above...that's what they said..."
"But what's really going on?"
"The real situation..." Her lips trembled, as if she didn't dare or didn't know how to speak.
"Tell everyone, tell everyone, what happened to your classmate, what happened to her?" Flitwick asked extremely seriously, and raised his voice.
"She, she was very ill! But at that time, the new administrator who replaced Mr. Dolohov was going to send her to the infirmary! But, but Henderson, he said, Mudblood
Life is worthless, and Professor Carlo’s side… there is a shortage of teaching materials!”
She almost summoned up all her courage to shout these words out loud and closed her eyes at the same time! Tears flowed out uncontrollably!
"Andersson was sent to Professor Carlo! She never came back! Never again! Henderson was appreciated by the new administrator for this, and he continued to be the prefect in charge of all of us!
"
After this incident was told, it seemed to arouse the pain of all the hemp types present who were still suppressed and numb!
They no longer suppressed their cries or lowered their heads. Everyone was crying. Everyone was mumbling to themselves about the pain they had suffered. Everyone was confessing what they had seen and experienced over the years.
, everything that can’t be stopped!
And it was in this cry that the students in the carriage and the mixed-race people brought over from England finally understood what was happening.
In this public trial, it was never said that the people on trial were pure bloods.