Hogwarts Homecoming

Swish. Swish. Swish.

Walking in front of the cold wrought iron gate, the breeze in the sparse oak forest suddenly became cold.

The young wizards seemed to be petrified. They stared at Professor Braine blankly, as if expecting him to suddenly show a playful look and tell them that he was just joking with them.

But no.

Professor Braine looked at them calmly, including the prison guard Mr. Barry beside him, who also had a calm face.

So, the young wizards all knew that this was not a joke.

Gulp——

I don’t know who swallowed the saliva, and Harry also closed his open mouth, his throat surging.

“This is not allowed!”

Suddenly, one of the students screamed, and Harry and his group hurried over and found that it was Millicent Boster from Slytherin.

This Slytherin girl was the strongest lady Harry had ever seen in Hogwarts. Generally, ordinary boys did not have such a strong physique as hers.

But at this moment, Millicent turned pale and shouted at Professor Braine in a shrill voice, like a timid girl who saw a mouse.

"I haven't heard of it!"

Millicent continued to shout,

"The Daily Prophet has not reported it, Professor Braine, the Ministry of Magic has passed the decision of the death penalty!"

Daphne, Sabini and other young wizards from Slytherin nodded frantically.

Harry looked at Hermione, and Hermione, who understood what he meant, was silent for a moment, and nodded.

"You are right, Miss Bulstrode--"

Amosta nodded calmly,

"The Ministry of Magic is indeed still discussing whether the death penalty should be restored, and under what circumstances the death penalty should be applied. It may take some time to land--"

In other words, the death penalty may indeed be restored.

Daphne Greengrass's red lips lost color little by little, staring at Professor Braine in horror.

Her father was the only wizard who was confirmed to be a Death Eater but was on the run after the Battle of Diagon Alley.

If the Ministry of Magic thinks that his stubborn resistance is bad.

"But this case is special, so."

Amosta pondered for a moment,

"I will introduce the situation to you later. Now, you need to decide whether to visit the first execution in centuries?"

Who will be executed?

What crime did he commit?

No little wizard is not curious, but. That is the death penalty!

Witnessing a living life being killed in front of their eyes. Just thinking about it, the little wizards are chilled!

Will it be too cruel for the little wizards who have not yet graduated to witness this!

Harry saw the retreat in Hermione's eyes. Not to mention Hermione, Harry himself was retreating in his heart!

Half an hour later, in the eyes of awe, Harry walked into Avalon Prison again!

Not many people dared to come in. None of the girls from Ravenclaw came in, and only Cedric from Hufflepuff raised his hand.

It was Gryffindor. Apart from Harry, Hermione and Neville, the three children of the Weasley family made their choices.

The Slytherin family, which had the most response, was surprising. More than half of them came in.

"I just want to know who won the lottery!"

George muttered in a low voice as the team marched in silence.

But Harry could tell that George's witty words this time were not meant to amuse everyone, but to cheer himself up.

They came to the platform they had been to before, and Mr. Barry opened a shadowy door embedded in the wall.

Through the dark stairs, they came to the underground square.

After crossing the entire square, they continued to walk down the stairs, and after a maze-like underground corridor, they stood in front of a cell.

Surprisingly, the bright style of this cell was incompatible with the underground prison.

The walls of the cell were not cold and hard rocks, but were enchanted.

The picture projected on the wall was a grassland, with green grass connecting to the sky, cattle and sheep walking on the grassland, winding rivers against the blue sky, and flawless white clouds on the sky.

This beautiful scene, like a painting, made the young wizards feel trance.

A sturdy oak stood not far from them, and under the dense canopy was a dining table covered with a white tablecloth.

Very beautiful, but also cruel.

"Arrand Selwyn -"

Professor Blaine spoke, his calm voice without a ripple,

"He was one of the earliest loyal followers of Voldemort. Before Voldemort fell last time, he was imprisoned in Azkaban -"

"Why."

Millicent asked with gritted teeth,

"Why was he executed."

"He suffered the kiss of the Dementors."

Professor Blaine's calm words gave Harry goose bumps all over his body!

The kiss of the Dementors. In other words, the Dementors took his soul!

"And this is why Voldemort sent his Death Eaters to break into Azkaban last time, but did not take Selwyn away--"

Amost said coldly,

"He is of no value to Voldemort."

No value. So, he was abandoned.

Some of the little wizards standing outside the observation window staring at everything in the cell looked gloomy.

"After a person's soul is taken away, his body will decay faster--"

Amost said,

"When Avalon Prison accepted him, his body didn't have much vitality left. In order to ensure that he didn't die, the guards here could only take care of him day and night--"

After a pause, Amosta continued,

"After the guards reported the situation, Minister Bones and I and the members of the Wizengamot decided to end his life prematurely."

This is unfair!

This thought came to Hermione's mind instinctively, but she didn't say anything.

A prisoner with bloody hands and a heinous crime faced such an ending, but he only brought it upon himself.

From a long distance, the young wizards couldn't see Selwyn's withered face clearly. They could only see his gray hair, which was the same as his faded prison uniform, fluttering slightly in the wind.

Several guards were busy around him.

They stripped away his prisoner, exposing a desiccated body stripped of sinew and bone.

There was a person slowly wiping his body with a towel, cleaning his terrifying face covered with skin and skull, and helping him comb his hair, which was worse than withered grass.

After the cleaning was completed, two people held his left and right arms to lift him up. Another person picked up a decent wizard's robe placed beside the dining table and buttoned it thoughtfully.

"This is the last moment of life--"

There was a heavy meaning in Professor Brain's soft words.

"All sins will end with death, and the past will be dispersed with the wind. Therefore, at this moment, the ministry is willing to give these prisoners who have committed heinous crimes some dignity."

Turning to look at the young wizards who were tense and breathing disorderly, his purple eyes flashed.

"The passing of life is gorgeous and tragic. So, I want to remind you not to challenge the correct order of this world easily. Don't challenge the universal values ​​of mankind easily."

Do the right thing.

Theodore was in a daze for a moment, and his father's words that he had just warned him rang in his ears.

Harry had seen death.

His parents died in front of him. Of course, this was far away. In the short time he rushed into the battlefield of the Battle of Diagon Alley, countless lives disappeared in front of him.

Both warring parties are willing to die in order to fulfill their ideals.

However, what he saw in front of him, a death that sent a person to the 'gallows' whose life could not be refused, seemed to him even more cold and intimidating!

Maintaining order is not such a sentimental thing!

Many young wizards realize this.

They watched the guards feeding the sumptuous food on the table to the condemned prisoners little by little. The body that had lost its soul still knew how to chew and swallow food. This was really something worth thinking about.

This last supper went on for a long time, and it was almost an hour before the guards ended the feeding.

They wiped the corners of the prisoner's mouth and removed the long table in front of him. Then, the four guards stood at the front, back and left of the dull prisoner, facing him, leaning slightly at the waist and raising their hands in a clasped posture.

The final moment is coming.

The young wizards all realized this. Although there was a long distance between them, Hermione and some girls subconsciously backed away.

"What will they do?"

Daphne Greengrass looked at Professor Blaine and asked blankly.

"There will be no pain—"

Mr. Barry answered the question with a pious look on his face,

"He will return to nature--"

As the words fell, green light suddenly bloomed between the clasped palms of the four guards, and the bright light made everything blurry.

Harry squinted and vaguely saw that the prisoner sitting quietly melted in the light, and the chair under him seemed to be growing!

In a daze, it seemed as if the sigh of death passed through my ears.

call.

All dust fell to the ground.

In front of an oak tree with a lush canopy, a new young tree flutters in the wind.