Fortunately, the Main Line is at Hogwarts

"This is where?"

"Why are we here?"

"Who are these people?"

Sandy, who was more talkative, asked three soul questions.

Lucius didn't have time to talk to him.

Everything that happened tonight exceeded his expectations. At this moment, Lucius had a bad feeling in his heart, that is, the sky in the magic world might change again.

And what's even more ridiculous is that this time, the change in the magic world may have come from a young wizard who was still studying at Hogwarts, a half-breed.

"Be quiet."

Qiwei said.

Although he is usually gloomy and a Death Eater, this guy is still very powerful, has brains, and is tolerant.

There is a small town in front, and there are many people in the town, they can see these people clearly, because a riot-like chaos is happening in the town.

Kiwi signaled Sandy to get ready to attack, if the Muggles dared

"This is Devon, along the Otter."

A voice suddenly came from the wizard behind, Qiwei and Lucius looked back and found that it was Xenophilius Lovegood who spoke.

Luna Lovegood's father, who was also invited to the dinner.

"I live here."

Lucius and the others naturally recognized Xenophilius. The ugly dissidents were neutral purebloods. Although Lucius and the others were not hostile to Xenophilius, they couldn't be friendly either.

"snort."

"It suits you very well."

Looking around, except for those nasty Muggles in the town not far away, the surrounding environment is very bad. Dirty sewage is on the ground, mud pits are full of holes, and there is not even a decent road.

So Lucius sneered subconsciously.

Xenophilius has a strange personality, but he is actually a very smart person. He immediately recognized what Lucius meant. The two were in the same grade back then, and although they were not in the same college, they were considered familiar.

Not to deal with that kind of familiarity.

He is also welcome.

"certainly."

"Because this is Devonshire four hundred years ago."

………………

The Lovegood family had lived along the Otter River in Devon for generations, and Xenophilius was familiar with any of the streams here.

Even though he didn't recognize the town in front of him, he could still tell that this was Devonshire.

"Four hundred years ago?"

Lucius, Sandy, Qiwei and others all frowned when they heard the words, and Amos who was next to him also followed. Counting Xenophilius, there were five people in total.

"are you sure?"

When Sandy was still questioning, Lucius and Qiwei seemed to have thought of something, and their expressions changed slightly.

That's right, if it was four hundred years ago, it would be the era when the conflict between Muggles and wizards was the most intense.

Witch hunt time.

"Kill them!"

"Kill them!"

"Burn them!"

"Wicked Witch!"

At the same time, the voices in the small town not far away gradually became clearer.

Many people carried the hay and started to build a simple haystack near the entrance of the town. Lucius and the others subconsciously took precautions at first, but soon they realized that these people could not see them.

They are just passersby.

Is it memory?

Things like Pensieves are very common in the homes of pure-blood wizards, and they are no strangers to it. They immediately thought that it might be that white mist that pulled them into some kind of memory.

In this way, they also felt relieved and began to develop the memory next to them.

What the Muggles in the town are crazy about is hunting wizards. They seem to have caught several witches and are about to burn them to death.

"idiot.."

Qiwei secretly cursed a little angrily.

There are relatively few half-blood wizards in this era, pure-blood wizards account for the majority, and there are almost no hemp-blood wizards. Therefore, if you throw a wand on the street, there are nine out of ten pure-blood wizards.

As a pure blood wizard, he was caught by a group of muggles...

Qiwei knew that during that period of history, it was not that there were no wizards who died. The deaths of wizards were not rare, but they were not the majority.

Mostly they played it off, or they were careless. In conflicts with Muggles, wizards will always have the upper hand. The biggest problem that plagues wizards has never been Muggle's combat effectiveness, but their future.

"let me go!"

"let me go!"

"I'm not a witch! You lunatics!"

Soon, the straw piles were piled up, and three ragged girls were escorted up from the back of the crowd. Next to them were militiamen from villages and small towns, and a priest holding a Bible.

"Burn them!"

"These evil bastards!"

Facing the girl's struggle, the crowd didn't pay attention, they just cursed or threw vegetable leaves and stones at the three girls.

It wasn't until the militiamen were hit that they were dissatisfied and expelled aside.

"Sangloger."

"Are you willing to admit your identity as a witch and the sins you have committed."

The three were quickly tied to the haystack. The pastor took out the Bible, drew the sign of the cross in front of him, and began the final interrogation.

he confronted the girl who was struggling the most.

"I'm not a witch at all!"

"You're talking nonsense!"

As soon as the words fell, an ugly buck-toothed man jumped out beside him.

"Five days ago, I gave you a bouquet of flowers and you didn't accept it, but instead scolded me! When I got home that night, I felt cramped in my stomach. It must be you, the evil witch, who is cursing me!"

"That's right!"

Another middle-aged woman with a distorted face shouted.

"You gave my children a potato, and you must want their hearts! My husband's disease must have been cast by you, a witch, too. This is your conspiracy!"

"Wicked Witch!"

"You bring disease!"

Sang, who was tied to the stake, took a deep breath.

That ugly man lived next door to her, and he had been harassing her since she was fifteen years old, under the pretense of chasing her, but he was always messing around.

The middle-aged woman, whose husband was ill some time ago, made life very difficult for the family. She distributed a potato that she saved from living frugally to the children of the family.

It's as simple as that.

Sang felt that she should be angry, but she didn't know why she should be angry. An anger that she couldn't explain was enveloping her and burning her soul.

She is helpless, she should feel angry, to these people, to this world?

"I'm not a witch!!"

She screamed with all her strength.

But what responded to her was even more fierce curses from the crowd.

At this time, the pastor clapped his hands, motioning for the crowd to quiet down.

"Since you insist on asking, then conduct a witch trial."

San's face turned pale.

The so-called witch trial is to tie her to a stone and then immerse her in the river. If she dies, she is a witch. If she survives, it can be proved that she is not a witch.

Sang knew that she was not a witch, but she didn't think she could survive.

………………

Not far away, Qiwei, Amos and others held their wands loosely and tightly. Back then, some of them remained neutral, while others were Death Eaters, but the premise of everything was that they were wizards.

Seeing this scene in front of him, he would naturally feel angry.

But it was Qiwei who shook his head first.

"They're not wizards at all, just Muggles."

If a wizard is caught, his wand will definitely be broken, and the wand will be burned with the wizard, but there are no broken wands around here.

Qiwei also knew that during the witch hunt, except for some unlucky people who were caught and burned to death by Muggles, most of the Muggles burned to death were their own people.

Like these three poor Muggle girls now.

"I don't know what use it is to show us this memory."

"It's just a farce."