Chapter 82 81. We are wizards
Jon opened the door, and a girl named Hermione Granger was standing outside the door.
She looked at Jon, made a silent gesture to him, then grabbed his arm, and led him out of the bedroom.
Jon didn't resist, he followed the girl through the corridor blowing in the cold wind, and then came to the end of the basement, a slightly larger room that looked like an abandoned Potions classroom.
There are already some children waiting here, all of them are first and second grade students.
The faces of the first-grade students were mostly blank and hesitant, as if they didn't know why they violated Dolokhov's order at this time, and they wanted to gather here.
The second-grade students are mostly excited, they are afraid, and they seem to be trying to overcome this fear.
After leading Jon into this room, Hermione completely closed the door. Tonight is a happy Halloween for the professors and students above, and no one will spoil their interest at this time Look at them mudbloods, even Dolohov.
"Just the seven of us? Hermione"
The questioner was also a second-grade student. His name was Ben Thomas, and he was a usually taciturn boy.
Hermione brushed her matted hair back from her shoulders, pursing her pale lips.
"Wes has been close to Brown (Mudblood Prefect) and the others since school started, we can't fully trust him anymore."
Her words made the second-grade students a little silent, and many of them subconsciously clenched their fists.
At this moment, a first grader finally asked a question.
"I, why do we gather here?" The boy stammered, "For example, if Brown and the others find us, they will definitely report to Mr. Dolokhov"
The second-year students did not speak, but Hermione turned to look at the first-year students.
There are only eight of them, and their facial features are still very immature. If they don't have the ability to show magic, they should have just entered junior high school and started middle school life in Muggle society.
In fact, people like Hermione are only one year older than them, but just this extra year has allowed them to wash away the childishness of many 12-year-old children.
Suffering is tormenting them, but also helping them to grow faster.
"Because gathering, communicating, getting along, and freedom, these should be our due rights!"
Hermione looked at the freshmen, and said something so rebellious in Mudblood's education.
The first-year freshmen who had been domesticated for a while, all looked at Hermione with their mouths wide open.
Perhaps in the first few days when they came here, they would still miss their parents, miss their previous society and life every night, and cry for what happened to them.
But working and living in the castle for two full months has gradually made them feel numb.
At the age of 11, it was the time when they began to initially condense their worldview and values towards the world, but they were taught that they were inherently inferior to others all day long, and that the lifelong goal of being a slave should be how to serve the pure blood better. Notion, there are few of these children who will not be affected by these words.
If they weren't born lowly, why should they be discriminated against?
If they weren't born inferior, why did they suffer such a life of slavery?
Children's thinking is still very simple. They will think about these questions by themselves, but they can't give themselves a reasonable answer.
Obviously they did nothing wrong, but why did they encounter these things?
Is it really like these professors and gentlemen in the castle say, just because their blood is dirty and born low?
"No one is born humble!" Hermione looked at them and said decisively, "We are all equal, and the history of the wizarding world has never been like the history of pure-blood wizards as the professor said, and we can only rely on service. They left their names in the history books!"
"Mudblood, this is a curse name, it does not define people like us! Seven years ago, Hogwarts Castle did not have blood colleges for pure blood, mixed blood and mudblood. In the past thousands of years, All of us have only one title in common - Wizard!"
"We are wizards."
Her voice is not loud, and her tone is not passionate, but everyone present can hear what she said clearly, and let everyone feel what she said to herself, the incomparable firmness and agree.
The first grade students were dumbfounded. After a brief silence, a boy named Colin whispered.
"But the professor said that people with blood deserve to be called wizards"
"How are people of blood different from us?" asked Hermione.
The boy couldn't answer her question, because the teacher who taught them never said that they were different from pure-bloods and mixed-races, but only repeatedly emphasized their lowliness.
"Blood is just an excuse, they want to find a reason to enslave us. People, there is no high or low, if we are really born inferior, why don't they dare to let us get a wand to learn real magic? Because they know very well that they are right Every word we say is a lie, a lie used to convince ourselves that we dare not resist."
Hermione's words terrified and encouraged the first graders.
All they suffered in this castle was belittling, and today was the first time anyone said such words to them.
"Yes, but what's the use of knowing this?" A girl choked up 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 on it that there is another Hogwarts in the wizarding world, and everyone in that school is Equal, even people like us can get wands to learn magic, where everyone can drink hot pumpkin juice, milk, eat grilled sausages, steaks, puddings and cakes, and everyone will celebrate together when the festival comes. Individuals will receive Christmas presents and everyone will be blessed."
Her words caused yearning expressions on the faces of every child who heard it. It was like a dream-like 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 may have really learned about it from the newspaper she picked up, or from the senior students whose memory had not been wiped before, that she knew about the existence of another Hogwarts under the leadership of Dumbledore.
The words just now are all the beauty that she tried her best to imagine.
Jon, who had been watching from the sidelines from the beginning to the end without speaking, knew clearly that she had said nothing wrong, and that everything she could imagine existed on the carriage in exile.
A gathering like today’s cannot change the situation of these children in the castle at all. They don’t have magic wands, they don’t know magic, and they have no chance to overthrow the oppression by themselves when their actions and communication are all restricted.
But she must give these children hope, even if they are a group of children now, unarmed and unable to make any resistance.
But you always have to let them know that you are an equal person, right?
Third watch, the promise is fulfilled, broken sleep
(end of this chapter)