In the Harry Potter Without Harry Potter

Chapter 69: Sandwich

Voldemort sat on the main seat at the high faculty gallery.

After he appeared, the entire great hall fell silent consciously.

Even though the students sitting here are basically kids and teenagers, there is hardly anyone who does not know the prestige of the man who has reshaped the entire wizarding community.

Even if he will only come to Hogwarts Castle once a school year, no student has forgotten that he is the Headmaster of this wizardry school.

To Voldemort's left sits Snape, and to his right is Barty Crouch Jr.

They are his proxy in this castle, as well as the most loyal and powerful right-hand men under him.

"The start of a new term would always bring a cheerful mood."

A bland smile appeared on his handsome face, and his voice echoed throughout the great hall.

No one dared to whisper at this time, and many were even purposefully restraining their breathing as if a slight sharp intake of breath would disturb the gentleman on the platform.

"I would like to welcome the new students to the school and hope that in the future you will treat this castle as if it is your home. Each of you who can sit here has true noble blood flowing through you, the excellence of purebloods is unquestionable, but half-bloods also possess an honourable part."

"We have the same noble blood, supporting this noble blood is supporting ourselves."

Voldemort lifted the goblet in front of him, which contained a third of wine that resembled blood.

"For the purest of blood!"

Whether it was the separate one long table or the three long tables located in the centre of the great hall, all the students as well as the professors on the high platform raised their goblets together.

"To the purest of blood!"

The young voices echoed in the great hall, their faces flushed with excitement, everyone seemed to believe in the grand idea that "supporting the noble blood is supporting oneself"!

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All the students who did not get a pass or above in the "holiday training" were punished with three lashes.

The amount may not seem much, but for these physically weak "mudbloods", these three lashes could kill many if they were just a little bit heavier.

Dolohov did what he said he would do, a total of thirteen students were punished tonight, and exactly five of them eventually passed out.

These five, plus other students who are covered in bruises, will be treated by the school healer, Lestrange, within the night, and it won't affect their normal classes and work tomorrow.

Although the injuries can be healed, the psychological impact of being hung in front of others and whipped can never be erased from these students' minds.

This whipping was the conclusion of the "holiday training" for the old students and the first disciplinary measure for the new students.

After the punishment was over, the students started their "opening dinner".

Everyone was given a glass of plain water and two slices of hard bread.

The students who got an O for the holiday performance were treated differently from the others and were honoured with an extra sandwich that looked like it was left over from the night before.

A dozen people actually felt proud of themselves for getting this extra sandwich that should have been thrown away.

They received their rewards from Dolohov with their heads held high, proudly looking like dogs who had received a leftover meat bone from their masters.

The dinner in the great hall has begun, and as the castle caretaker, Dolohov will not skip the event where Voldemort will be present.

The basement was only left with the silent "mudbloods" who ate water and hard bread.

These children at the bottom of the magical community also formed different circles.

Most of the mudbloods who got sandwiches sat close to each other as if the fact that they did a better job of fulfilling the orders of the pureblood masters would set them apart from the other mudbloods and make them seem more honoured.

These students are mainly 15 or 16 years old, they have been here for more than four years, so they have already come to terms with their status as slaves in their hearts, and to become "superior" among the slaves, they willingly obey all the orders issued by the school and have been tamed to the point of being quite triumphant.

Jon was clearly an anomaly among the 'sandwich students', he didn't bother to get together with the seniors and didn't even seem to have any intention of eating the sandwich.

He is a normal person, not a dog, the sandwich piece 'meat bone' handout, he did not even feel like touching it.

Jon broke the bread, which was already dry and comparable to Hagrid's rock cake, and soaked it in the water, and just when he was about to take this "bread water" to satisfy his hunger, he suddenly noticed a gaze that had been staring at him since a while ago.

He looked at the girl with long chestnut hair, who was also looking at him or to be precise, at the sandwich he had placed beside him.

Jon hesitated for a moment, then pushed the sandwich lightly in the direction of the girl.

The girl did not immediately grab the sandwich, her gaze turned to the other seniors who had won the sandwich, and only after observing that their attention was not on her, she quickly picked up the reward belonging to Jon, broke it in half from the middle, and put half of it back to Jon's side, while the other half was hidden behind her back.

Jon blinked, somewhat surprised at the girl's careful thinking in knowing how to avoid unnecessary trouble.

Just when he thought that this girl would secretly eat half of the sandwich after making sure it was safe, Jon suddenly realized that this girl did not actually intend to eat it.

She carefully shifted her position, as if she was afraid that her movements would attract the attention of others, especially those senior students who had gotten the sandwich.

In the end, it took her three or four minutes to move to an inconspicuous corner where a freshman sobbing with his head buried in his knees was sitting.

It was the boy who had ended up getting a lash from Dolohov for asking questions at first.

He simply could not swallow the dry hard bread and did not dare to cry out, so he could only bury his face into his knees, using his body to hide the desperate sorrow.

Until the girl gently touched his hair and handed half of the sandwich to him.

The freshman lifted his tear-stained face, and the girl, who was obviously only a year older than him, had a smile on her dirty face that was more gentle than anything he had ever seen, and then gently handed the sandwich in her hand a bit further forward as if gesturing for the freshman to take it.

"This might be a little tastier."

Her voice was small and quiet, like a small, faint flame, clearly seemingly weak, yet warm enough to warm a desperate child

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[Author:]

Cedric's bloodline is doubtful, Wiki says he is 'likely' to be pureblood, this 'likely' points to the Goblet of Fire where Hagrid said to Harry that he hoped he would win the championship to prove that half-bloods are not weaker than purebloods, this pureblood may possibly refer to Cedric who is also a Hogwarts champion, or it may refer to those Slytherins who look down on Harry's participation, this is a bit vague, so I will just write him as a half-blood, but later If there are some big brothers really give solid evidence that he is pureblood then I will certainly revise it, but then the original part related to Cedric will definitely be cut off.

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