In This Hogwarts Without a Savior

There was mud everywhere on the high platform.

Flint, who was controlled in the middle, looked like a clay figure.

Before that, he had been stepping on the soles of his feet, and the mud that he had never cared about or paid any attention to ran across his face along the top of his head, which made him feel extremely humiliated.

Even if they were caught and brought to France, at first, there were many purebloods in Flint who were not worried about their situation.

Their headmaster was not defeated. Their parents were the mainstays of the British Ministry of Magic and even the Death Eaters. Abusing or killing them would do no good to Dumbledore and the others. The most sensible move is to put them under house arrest in France, so that the British purebloods can use them as a deterrent in the subsequent war. In this way, even if the subsequent war fails, they can be used as conditions to make deals.

In addition, it is ironic that although the mixed-bloods and hemp types below do not understand, Dumbledore has always had a high reputation in the pure-blood circle.

This is a very strange phenomenon, but it is a reality, just like Lucius would trust Dumbledore's promise to protect Draco more than his fellow Death Eaters.

Therefore, these pure-blood students also know that Dumbledore is not at all the notorious dark wizard as advertised in the Daily Prophet, but a good old man with the heart of the Holy Mother.

But now that Flint was being treated like this, his whole body was shaken.

Listening to the shouts of the mixed-race bastards below, he couldn't move his body and couldn't wipe the mud off his face. He could only stare with resentful eyes at Asiya, who was still standing on the stage.

It’s all this bitch!

And these bastards in the audience!

Do they really think this represents their victory and liberation?

Mr. Principal has not lost yet, and neither has the pureblood!

Sooner or later, they will have to pay the price for today's speech. Purebloods are still too tolerant towards half-bloods, and they should be squeezed as hard as they enslave mudbloods! Treat them all as slaves!

They are only allocated to slaves who serve noble bloodlines and will never be able to stand up again in their lifetime!

Of course the audience didn't know what Flint was thinking. If they knew, the anger of those mixed-race students would only be multiplied tenfold.

This kind of emotional venting continued for a while before it was stopped by the surrounding teachers who were maintaining order. Then the devastated mud on the high platform was cleaned up with just one of Lupine's cleaning spells.

Flint looked very embarrassed, but McGonagall didn't show any mercy when she looked at him.

The students in the audience have only just learned about all the things he did to Asia, but McGonagall and the others have already known that neither Flint on the stage nor the pure-blood students waiting for trial in the audience. is worthy of sympathy.

When Jon's method was first proposed, McGonagall and Flitwick didn't really agree with it.

They feel that this kind of behavior is a bit too extreme, and it is too insulting to their dignity when treating pure-blood students. After all, these students are just a group of children who have not graduated from school. No matter how bad they are, they cannot be as bad as their parents. ?

Jon didn't say much about this at the time, but just suggested that they complete the individual interrogations of these pure-blood students first, and then decide whether to hold a public trial on them.

Regardless of whether there is a public trial later, these pure-blood students within the Wu Ping line will be subject to strict interrogation, especially some of the senior students, a large part of whom have already participated in the family business. Each one of them knew more or less a lot of secrets about the top British purebloods, which was of great value to the Wu Ping line's subsequent attack on Britain.

In order to ensure the accuracy of the information obtained, no veritaserum was used during this private interrogation. It was after this interrogation that Mag and the others fell silent and no longer had any doubts about the subsequent public trial. .

He even took the initiative to determine the minimum sentencing standards for every pureblood who would participate in the subsequent public trial, and these standards were surprisingly consistent.

After restoring order and silence at the scene, Mag picked up another piece of parchment and read in a cold voice in front of everyone present.

"In addition to the crimes committed in Hogwarts Castle, Ganos Flint, without witnesses or evidence, we obtained the approval of the Humanitarian Review Department of the Wizarding Equality Front to use it. Veritaserum was used for evidence collection, and the results obtained are as follows.”

"In 1994, at the Flint home, he killed for the first time two living lives, slaves assigned to serve his family. One was a witch named Stacey Angel, whose motive was Flint. Lint was discovered when he was trying to rape the victim's daughter. He claimed that in panic, he used a blasting spell that he had not yet fully mastered, and blew up the storage room at home. Angel and her daughter died, but he succeeded. He escaped, and then collaborated with the Flint housekeeper to kill Angel's husband at home. In order to cover up his crime, his parents claimed that the Angel family had been executed by them for trying to escape."

"In 1995, at the beginning of this year, something happened to Miss Connead. He went home once after Christmas. In order to vent his anger at not getting Miss Connead, he made fun of the hemp in his family's magic product factory. This wizard unleashed the Unforgivable Curse wantonly. No one died in this incident, but his Cruciatus Curse turned one of the Mock wizards into a madman, and he was expelled from the Flint family."

The scene was extremely quiet.

The mixed-bloods who were originally burning with anger because of what happened to Asiya became silent at this moment.

Compared with these two incidents, shouldn't the hemp breeders also feel angry?

But they turned to look at the Mug students who had been rescued from Hogwarts Castle. Without exception, they all had numb expressions on their faces. Compared with the two cases that McGonagall stated, they were more concerned about Asia. The charges of persecution and cruelty were several times higher, but the hemp breeders behaved calmly. Is this treatment the way it should be?

But the students in the carriage below the stage couldn't help but feel numb.

Each of them clenched their fists tightly, and their furious gazes looked like they could eat Flint alive on the high platform!

This one is a pure beast! A bastard who doesn't deserve to be taken for granted!

"Now, Ganos Flint is sentenced."

Before Mag finished speaking, shouts like thunder rang out from the audience.

"Hang him!!!"

Every student on the carriage stood up from their chairs indignantly. Their necks turned red with excitement, and all their voices converged into one sentence.

"He must be hanged! This damn beast doesn't deserve to live in the world!!!"

Even the mixed-bloods were infected. They all stood up from their chairs and shouted with all their strength, demanding that Flint be hanged!

Among the people present, only the hemp types in the castle were still sitting.

They sat helplessly, looking around and wondering if they should obey and stand up with the others, calling out to the pure-blood master on the hanging platform.

They were all still a little confused. It was normal for others to feel angry because of the mixed-race lady. After all, that lady also had noble blood, but why were they still so angry about what happened to them, the "mudbloods"?

Aren't "Mudbloods" supposed to be born low? Isn't this what they are born to endure?

Amidst this wave-like shouting, and at McGonagall’s signal, George untied Flint’s mouth.

"Is there anything else you would like to say for yourself? Ganos Flint."

Flint was so panicked. He had no idea that he had been fed Veritaserum. He just remembered that after lunch the day before, all the purebloods were brought into a room that looked like a nap room. , then the men asked them some questions, and then they fell asleep.

When they woke up again, it was already evening. Everyone thought it was just an ordinary lunch break. There were even pure-blood students who were very proud of it, thinking that even if Dumbledore brought them to France, they would still have delicious food. Entertain them with drinks.

But Flint has now felt that something is wrong with the situation, and the anger of these people in the audience has been ignited. If this continues, even if the adults don't want to kill him, these students will force him to death.

he shouted.

"No! You can't kill me! I'm still useful! All the captured purebloods are still useful! My father is the Director of the Department of Magical Accidents and Disasters at the British Ministry of Magic! My mother is a Death Eater! Kill me They will definitely fight you to death! If you want to fight back to the UK, you will definitely pay an even heavier price! Keep my life! It can also be used as a deal! This is the best and most beneficial to you!"

He tried to figure out the pros and cons so that McGonagall and Dumbledore, who really controlled his power of life and death, would not listen to the students.

But this is a public trial.

Perhaps even now, almost no wizards in the magical world know what a public trial is.

When he was brought to this high platform, the only ones who could really decide his life or death were the students in the audience!

"Ganos Flint, hanged!"

Mag made the final verdict!

There was a tsunami of cheers and thunderous applause from the audience, as if they had accomplished an amazing feat at this moment!

After Flint heard such a sentence, his face turned completely deathly pale, his legs were trembling and he collapsed to the ground. His crotch became wet at some point, and filled with... There was a fishy smell.

When the hanging trial was ordered, there was no pause at all. The execution time was not postponed, and the execution was not carried out privately while avoiding others. Instead, in front of everyone, on this high platform, Mag used Transfiguration conjured a gallows!

Flitwick added ropes to the gallows.

Lupine ordered George and Fred to lift Flint off the ground.

The cheers of all the students in the audience got louder and louder. Even the hemp students in the castle couldn't help but stood up from their seats with expressions of inexplicable shock and being infected by this atmosphere.

Will he really be hanged? Do they really want to hang the pureblood who was born noble?

Even Slughorn, who was sitting in front, turned to look at Dumbledore with a shocked expression.

After hearing Flint's accusations, he was not surprised by the outcome of this pure-blood student. Flint was no longer a child. He was a seventh-grade student in the castle and should have graduated this year. In other words, he actually He is over 18 years old and should have paid for everything he has done.

But what he didn't expect was that Dumbledore actually dared to speak in front of so many students. The youngest even just entered school last year and was less than 12 years old, and the oldest was just 18 years old. Most of this group of people had no idea. Adult children, let them watch their enemies being hanged!

"Isn't this too cruel for students?"

Dumbledore just looked calmly at the high platform, where George and Fred were fighting, gritting their teeth, to put a rope around Flint's neck, who had collapsed into mud.

"Look around, my old friend, do you see in the eyes of these young people the slightest bit of intolerance and pity for the man on the stage?"

Slughorn did not look, because he knew very well that if he could kill Flint with his own hands, these students would rush to do it, which is what the Weasley twins who were hanging the noose on the stage were doing. It was the job that everyone envied the most and wanted to replace it the most. They all wanted this scumbag to die immediately!

"I know they all want to get rid of that bastard on the stage, but Albus, I don't think these students want to participate in this. It's enough to stop the blood and cruelty of this generation from us. What you and I hope for most Isn’t it that after graduating from Hogwarts, these children no longer need to set foot on the bloody battlefield, and no longer need to see life and death? Then why do they still bring such death to school now? This public trial leads to trial. It’s enough once the results come out, and the procedures can be completely done privately.”

"I had the same idea as you before." Dumbledore said softly, "But that night Jon came to me specifically and emphasized to me extremely seriously that if there is really going to be a public trial, then the students must be allowed to do so no matter what. Seeing this scene, the enemy being hanged by our own hands."

"Only in this way, even if ten, twenty, thirty or even a hundred years later, the students sitting here will not forget this day when they recall this past. This will make them remember that our The battle always costs not only the blood of our own people, but also the necks of the enemy!"

"They themselves will understand, and they will educate their next generation to understand that if any injustice happens again in the future, even a streetlight on the side of the road can become a new gallows!"

I was asked to rectify the last chapter, so I will write this chapter a bit more and see if I can publish it.