The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

Flamel was not surprised that Hermione could detect the existence of the Purifiers from the 1926 New York magic exposure incident. Nico's notes spent too much ink on the extremist group Second Salem.

"Their origins go back many years..."

In the bright and empty library, Flamel waved. Behind the solid wood bookshelf, Loren, who was observing the projection of the werewolf corpse, saw a heavy book on the right trembling a few times. He slowly drew out of the bookshelf and headed towards Flamel. Er flew over.

Loren dispersed the corpse projection and came to stand next to Hermione, watching Flamel's movements together.

Flamel pushed the book forward, and the heavy tome slowly floated in the air. The cover pages were spread out to both sides and the pages were turned quickly. A dim light and shadow appeared in the air in the library of fantasy books: "17 century, European residents had just begun to immigrate to North America, including wizards."

Loren and Hermione looked carefully at the appearance of the North American colonies in the 17th century shown in the light and shadow. At that time, the United States had not yet been established. Not only did wizards not have a magical government, but there was also no unified non-wizard government.

This area is occupied by colonial forces from all sides, immigrants, and wilderness bandits...it is full of primitive and brutal behaviors such as killing, revenge, and robbery.

"At that time, the overall magical world in America was still small, very scattered and hidden. They had not yet formed their own law enforcement mechanism. This loophole allowed bounty hunters from various countries to take advantage of it."

Flamel stared at the projected image, with the brilliance of memories in his eyes: "As long as they can get gold, they will not let it go, whether they are hunting notorious criminals in the sun or robbing other people's treasures in the night. Anyone who can be exchanged for wealth, their cruelty is terrifying, they are notorious... They are called purgers."

The projection of the book pages reflected a translucent scene in mid-air. People with blurred faces and black robes killed people carrying heavy luggage one after another, and exchanged their corpses for gold coins.

Gold coins are used to purchase weapons, and the weapons are used as tools for the next killing, until the screen is dyed a bloody red.

Loren and Hermione looked at the image without saying a word. They both understood that in the unsupervised wilderness, the miserable green fluorescence bursting out of the wand was everything, and killing was a common thing at that time.

Flamel's deep voice continued: "As time went by, the Purifiers became more greedy and cruel. After being far away from the jurisdiction of the magical government department of their origin, many of the Purifiers began to become greedy and indulged in things that had nothing to do with the mission. of cruelty. They longed to see bloodshed and torture, and took pleasure in it."

"By the end of the 17th century, the number of Purifiers in America began to multiply. In areas without magical governments, the enforcement of secrecy laws was not strict. Many fanatical religious elements among non-magical people noticed signs of the existence of wizards. They believed that Magic is the magical power that comes from the devil, thus defining the wizard as the incarnation of the devil..."

Loren and Hermione's eyes narrowed, here comes the witch hunt.

"In order to get rewards, the Purifiers began to sell fellow wizards to fanatical religious believers. Driven by profits, the Purifiers completely lost their minds. Some people began to sell some innocent No-Majs as wizards to non-magical members."

Flamel said coldly:

“In 1692, the Puritan inquisitors of the Massachusetts colony publicly tried a large number of people who were considered witches. Dozens of people were executed collectively, most of them women. This is known as the Salem Witch Trials in history!”

"Wizard historians believe that at least two of the so-called Puritan inquisitors of the time were known purgers and that they acted simply to avenge old grudges. Some of the victims were indeed witches; others were He is an ordinary No-Maj, but unfortunately he was involved in this trial full of money and blood."

Hermione held her breath. She sympathized with the witches who were framed, and also sympathized with the ordinary people who were innocently implicated.

Perhaps they came to this continent with a beautiful vision, escaped the bloodthirsty beasts and violent bandits, and walked cautiously along the way. When they finally settled down, they were involved in this dirty trial. I still don’t know the truth of the incident.

Loren's face was expressionless, and his eyes reflected the light and shadow in mid-air, dark and unclear.

Flamel sighed: "Under the influence of the Salem incident, the Magical Congress of the United States was established in 1693, a century earlier than the establishment of the No-Maj Congress. The North American wizarding community, which had been persecuted for a long time, united. It explored and developed its own wizarding laws, and successfully established its own magical community like most other countries.

"After stabilizing, the MACUSA began to try those Purifiers who had played a role in fueling the witch trials and betrayed their kind. However, some of the most notorious Purifiers escaped capture and disappeared forever among the No-Maj crowd. . Some of them started to form families with No-Majs, and if the children they gave birth to had magical talents, they would be abandoned, leaving only descendants without magic to hide their wizard identities."

"But things didn't end there. In the long years of chasing blood and killing, many Purifiers had completely lost their minds. After being expelled from the magical world, they became haters of wizards and magic, and passed this belief on to future generations. Descendants – magic is real and wizards must be destroyed.”

"In the 1920s, a No-Maj radical group called the New Salem Benevolent Society threatened to expose and eliminate the wizarding community, and called themselves "Second Salem." They were involved in the 1926 New York magic exposure incident. "

Flamel spoke in detail. In Nico's memory, he witnessed some of the tragedies at that time with his own eyes. He also participated in part of the design of the Magic Capitol Building of the United States of America.

"What a miserable existence..." Loren murmured softly.

Hermione looked at him doubtfully: "Pathetic?"

"Children with wizard blood and awakened magic will be discarded. Children without magic will be indoctrinated into twisted and wrong ideas, and then they will be manipulated by wrong ideas for the rest of their lives and continue to spread them."

Loren paused, "But they simply can't imagine the magic of magic. Even if the magic is exposed to the entire city, the Forgetting Curse can erase all traces.

"The Magical Congress of the United States has long been able to clean up Second Salem, but they are just unwilling to use magic to deal with ordinary people. The purifiers without magic are sad and ridiculous."

"..."

…

Top of Mount Greylock, western Massachusetts.

The top of the mountain is far away from people, and it is during the summer vacation. The young wizard and most of the professors have left Ilvermorny, so the school seems quieter, and those who enjoy the beautiful scenery of the campus are more comfortable and comfortable.

Professor Tom Gaunt stood next to the bushes in the courtyard, pruning the overly luxuriant branches and leaves of the bushes in a leisurely manner, seemingly unable to see Bellatrix Lestrange, whose head was lowered next to him.

He cut off a clump of green wild tea branches and gently inhaled the fragrance of the tree sap:

"It's interesting, isn't it? Massachusetts...three hundred years ago, a group of greedy wizards and a group of wealthy Muggles joined together to execute another group of wizards and Muggles."

Bellatrix said nothing, looking down at the Dark Lord's trouser legs. Compared to Wormtail's fat body, this body was now much thinner, and his trouser legs were no longer bulging.

"Three hundred years from now, something like this will happen again... no, not a repeat."

Voldemort laughed uncontrollably, and his twisted and ferocious smile looked even more crazy and terrifying compared to the expression he had just quietly repaired the branches: "This is a great adaptation, a transcendence of the classics!"

Voldemort was so comfortable that he almost wanted to leave this body. The magical knowledge discovered from the basilisk's memory was combined with his own genius ideas to create an unprecedented werewolf inferi. As a combat puppet, the werewolf inferi did not have to worry about the influence of the moon phase. Worried about the pain in the limbs and the contagious werewolf disease.

In order to surprise the International Federation of Wizards, he transformed many Muggles into werewolves.

"I can't wait to hear those people's screams of terror..." Voldemort said quietly, suppressing the vibrato in his voice.

Bellatrix's eyes were still fixed on her feet. She saw a small insect slipping out of the bushes, smaller than an ant. It crawled around in a daze, and when it was about to touch the pair of shoes, it suddenly stopped. Suddenly he turned around and left as if running for his life:

"But, Master, Dumbledore..."

Click!

Another clump of branches was cut off, and Voldemort casually threw the branches deeper into the bush, seeming a little disappointed: "I will lure him away, but it's a pity that we can no longer see the scene of werewolves ravaging New York City."

"Owner……"

Bellatrix reminded loyally: "Even if Dumbledore is lured away, there are still Aurors from the Ministry of Magic in the United States, Aurors from the Ministry of Magic in various countries, and other elite warriors of intelligent races attending the meeting. Those The werewolf inferi will be destroyed soon."

"Do you expect those unintelligent corpses to achieve any results?"

"Master, what do you mean?"

Voldemort's smile continued: "Tell me, before they completely eliminate the werewolf inferi, will Muggles be infected by werewolves, will Aurors be infected, and will any Minister of Magic be infected? ?

"What an interesting scene that would be..."

Voldemort sniffed the tea tree flowers intoxicatedly.

…

In the garage downstairs of the hotel, the Ford Anglia limousine with sky blue paint was as shiny as new.

Bates opened the door first and got into the driver's seat, turned the key in the ignition, stepped on the clutch, and the car engine made a low roar.

"Let me see it!" Wendell happily got into the passenger seat, "I heard from the manager of the car rental agency that this car has been specially modified. It has been driving around New York City before and I didn't have a chance to try it. Now I can finally see it. Saw it..."

The three adults planned to drive to Baltimore for a self-driving trip, and Wendell planned to experience the modification the manager mentioned.

Outside the car door, Monica squatted in front of her daughter and stared into her eyes: "Hermione, do you really have nothing to say to me?"

Hermione met her mother's focused gaze, her neck became stiff, her two anterior cervical muscles were tense and bulging, and it was a bit difficult to speak: "No, no."

Loren glanced at her, why are you so nervous?

Not sure whether to convince herself or Monica, Hermione whispered:

"Loren and I are going to attend the International Wizarding Conference in the next few days. We have seen almost all the attractions in New York, so I suggest you go on a self-driving trip to Baltimore... The hotel will provide three meals, and the conference venue is not far from here. We can also do magic, so don’t worry about us..."

Loren's eyes widened slightly.

Monica put her hands on her shoulders and turned around, moving Hermione away who had lies written all over her face, pulling Loren next to her, and whispered in his ear.

Loren nodded and replied from time to time.

A certain lying little witch stood nearby, looking at her mother, then at Loren, her head drooped in despair, her brain was a little confused, a little panicked and a little frustrated——

In order to prevent the upcoming magical event from endangering their families, she and Loren persuaded their parents to leave New York. I don’t know what Loren told Grandpa Bates, but she didn’t want her parents to worry, so she lied to them.

If my mother knew the truth of the matter, she would definitely be angry.

Hermione listened closely, but heard nothing.

Loren finally nodded and promised: "Don't worry, I will definitely take good care of Hermione."

"Um."

Monica nodded, stood up and ruffled Hermione's hair, then turned to open the car door and sit in the back seat.

Watching the car slowly leave the garage, Hermione tugged on Loren's sleeve and asked in a low voice: "What did mother tell you?"

"Nothing, just let me take good care of you."

Hermione looked confused and asked hesitantly: "Then what did you tell Grandpa Bates?"

"be honest."

"ah?"

"What can't be said between relatives?"

"But...but...I don't want my parents to worry..."

"So they won't worry?"

"..."

Loren looked seriously at her eyes, which were as clear as crystal, but now a little dim: "If one day, I also encounter some kind of dangerous situation, do you want me to tell you everything, or hide it?" You don’t say anything?”

Hermione understood somewhat and nodded: "Tell me."

Loren rubbed her head. The two of them were about the same height now. To do this, they had to tiptoe slightly: "I'll tell them clearly when they come back, okay?"

"knew."

…

Watching the number of high-rise buildings outside the car window gradually decreasing, and the sky blue Ford cars gradually driving into the suburbs, Monica couldn't hold back and asked: "Mr. Bates, how did Loren persuade you to travel?"

Bates turned the steering wheel without looking back: "It said there might be a magical terrorist attack in New York and asked me to leave the city for safety."

"What!"

Wendel, who was immersed in observing the dashboard, suddenly raised his head, hit the center console and covered his head with his hands in pain, and said in a trembling voice: "Turn around, turn around quickly..."

Monica pursed her lips into a straight line.

Bates said nothing and turned on the car stereo, and fast-paced rock music floated out.