A boy who looked about 14 or 5 years old stood up from the ground with a numb face.
Dolokhov looked at him, and he looked at Dolokhov.
"Do you know your grades this holiday season?"
The boy named Taylor said in a voice that seemed to be without any emotion.
"My work did not satisfy the gentleman who provided me with room and board. He gave me an unqualified rating."
Dolokhov smiled evilly and placed the shackles in front of him.
"Put your hand in it yourself."
Tyler cooperated like a robot, placing his skinny hands into the shackles.
Dolokhov suddenly locked the shackles, and then threw the chain connected to the shackles onto a ring in the center of the room.
The next moment, this boy, who in normal society would only be in junior high school at most, was hanged up!
His feet were off the ground, and his whole body was like being hung up in a slaughterhouse, with lifeless dead meat swaying gently in mid-air.
"Snapped!"
Along with a sonic boom, the whip hit him hard on the back!
The severe pain made Taylor's breathing become heavier. His eyes, which were like stagnant water, seemed to have some fluctuations, but his face still had the expression of a dead person.
"You also joined that association last semester, right?"
Dolokhov's smile never disappeared, and such violence seemed to bring him great satisfaction.
"What's the only point in living for a Mudblood? Answer me Stebbins! That's what you learned in your first class!"
The boy spoke with difficulty. Every syllable he uttered now seemed to expend a lot of energy.
"In the service of purebloods, sir."
The freshmen were stunned by this brutal scene, and many of them cried. This was completely different from what Crouch said when he coaxed them into signing the contract.
There are no lively auditoriums, no loving professors, and no friendly classmates.
There are only dark and damp basements, cruel administrators, cold shackles and whips dipped in salt water.
This contrast between heaven and hell made them unable to accept it, but they could only huddle helplessly in the corner and cry. These 11-year-old children experienced despair for the first time in their lives.
Jon took a deep breath involuntarily when the whip fell on Taylor.
This place was worse than he imagined.
At the same time, he was also attracted by the reaction of the girl with chestnut hair, who seemed to be Hermione Granger.
The girl seemed like she couldn't bear to watch this torture, but she forced herself to watch it.
Her red eyes were wide open, her fists hidden in her wide cuffs were obviously clenched tightly, and her dirty face was as pale as paper.
Punishment continues, and the consequences of unsatisfactory grades are obviously not something that can be ended with just one whipping.
"Snapped!"
This is the sound of the second whip.
"Keep telling me! Stebbins, if a Mudblood makes a mistake, what kind of punishment should they receive!"
"Witching...whipping, sir...sir."
"Snapped!"
This is the third and final step.
"So, do you think you deserve such a punishment?"
Taylor could no longer answer his questions. These three whips completely knocked him unconscious, and his body was swaying feebly in mid-air.
Dolokhov spat at the boy as if feeling unlucky, then released him from the shackles, and finally pulled him open the door like he was dragging a corpse.
"Lestrange! Your job is here!"
The administrator shouted into the corridor outside the door, and soon a middle-aged wizard appeared in front of him and took Taylor from his hand.
"One fell down just at the beginning?"
"I haven't done much in two months. I don't know the severity yet. Don't worry, you won't have more than five tasks to do today."
Taylor's back was left with three whip marks, and a bloody mark on the ground from being pulled was shocking.
The freshmen have stopped crying. They are hugging their legs and trembling, trying to huddle themselves into a ball, as if this can bring them a little warmth and make them forget that Hogg is like a hell on earth.
Watts.
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"Hogwarts is heaven!"
On the long table belonging to pure bloods, the newly admitted little wizard could not help but sigh in excitement as Draco arrogantly introduced to him the various privileges of pure blood students in the castle.
Draco was dismissive of the new student's reaction.
This is a new student from a pure-blooded family. If we follow the past classification of pure-bloods in the magical world, this kind of person is just a "half-blood mongrel" and has no right to sit at the same table with him for dinner.
But after Voldemort ruled the wizarding world, he clarified the definitions of pure blood, mixed blood and mudblood according to the situation at that time.
Wizards whose parents are not wizards are naturally the lowest mudbloods.
The requirement for mixed blood is that one parent must be a wizard, or both parents must be a wizard.
In addition to the twenty-eight pure-blood families recognized by the magic world, those whose parents are all wizards for three generations above will also be classified into the pure-blood class.
This kind of class distinction was only planned in the year when Voldemort first came to power in the wizarding world. Once all existing wizards determine their own class, this class will be completely finalized and passed down hereditary forever.
Pure-blood children will always be pure-blood, mixed-blood children will always be mixed-blood, and mudblood children will always be mudbloods.
And intermarriage between different classes is prohibited.
Those wizards who are classified as pure blood because their parents and ancestors are all wizards for three generations are also called new pure bloods in the magic world.
This type of group can be said to be Voldemort's die-hard supporters and the most loyal to him in the entire wizarding world. In this regard, they even far surpass most old-school pure-blood families like the Malfoy family.
Moreover, there are quite a few pure-bloods of the new sect. It can be said that Voldemort has partially attracted and divided the wizards with "mixed-blood" identities, further reducing the size of the largest group of wizards, and also allowing mixed-blood and new sects to
Conflicts and contradictions arise between pure blood, new school pure blood and old school pure blood, which is more conducive to his control of the power of the entire magical world.
The strategy of refining different identity labels within different classes and transferring their external conflicts to internal ones was very successful.
This is clearly reflected in Hogwarts Castle. Draco, who was born in the old school of pure blood, does not look down on the new students of the new school of pure blood.
In his eyes, this kind of pure-blood wizards are just fakes with pure-blood names and no family background. They are purely the failed products of that great gentleman's temporary confusion.
Of course, such thoughts would only occur in his mind, because in the middle of the long table on the high platform, the handsome Hogwarts principal who had always maintained the handsome appearance of his youth had been sitting there for some time.