Chapter 29 House of Screams (Part 2)

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The moment Pomona put the mandrake back into the pot and took off her earmuffs, she heard someone say outside the greenhouse. She looked out of the dusty window that had not been scrubbed for many years. Two adult wizards, with

Two Slytherin students, escorting a house elf, are walking this way.

After the school is closed, outsiders are not allowed to enter Hogwarts without the permission of the principal, not to mention that the two adult wizards are not good people at first glance.

Out of badger intuition, Pomona believed that it was not a good idea to go out at this time. In desperation, she hid in the preparation room. The moment she closed the door, the greenhouse door also opened, and the house elf staggered.

He was pushed in, and then four wizards came in. They closed the door tightly and closed all the windows.

Pomona smelled the rancid smell again, the same as she smelled in Madam Malkin's Clothing Store that day. She resisted her nausea and looked through the crack in the door to see what the people were doing inside. After all the windows were closed, the tall man

The man walked up to the two Slytherin boys and said arrogantly, "Look, are you satisfied? This place is far away from the castle and no one will hear it."

The two Slytherin boys were still uneasy, then the other shorter man said, "Don't worry, it's just a house elf, you won't get into trouble."

"How is that possible?" the slightly fatter student said anxiously, "Someone will definitely notice that there is one person missing."

"Human? It's not a human at all." The tall man said with disgust on his face. "House-elf elves are born inferior. Who would let a pure-blood noble bear the blame for it?"

"Take out the wand." The short man took out his wand and said to the two of them, "Hurry up."

The two Slytherin boys hesitated for a moment before taking out their wands.

"Let these two little guys learn a lot, Evan." The tall man walked aside and sat on a table. The short man named Evan walked to the middle of the aisle and looked at the shivering domestic with a grin.

Elf.

"Heart-piercing!" A green light flew out from his wand and directly hit the house elf, which immediately screamed in pain.

"See, this is how the Unforgivable Curse works." Evan turned around and said to the two Slytherin boys, "Which one of you comes first?"

The two looked at each other, and finally the fatter boy stood in front and pointed his wand at the house elf.

"It's heartbreaking!"

He shouted, and the elf subconsciously reached out to cover his face, but the Slytherin boy's wand did not emit green light.

"No!" shouted the man sitting at the table, "Using the Unforgivable Curse requires determination. You were still hesitating just now!"

"I didn't!" the boy said quickly.

"Do as I do!" Evan walked to the fat boy and raised the wand again, "Drilling!"

A green light hit the house elf again, and this time it rolled on the ground in pain.

Pomona now understood what they were doing. The two adults were using house elves as practice subjects to teach the two minors the Unforgivable Curse.

They have no regard for life and enjoy torturing others. Although house elves are not human, if those two teenagers follow these instructions, evil will take root and sprout in their hearts like seeds, and a new generation of villains will be born.

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The fat boy was still hesitant, but the thinner boy was already eager to give it a try. He took out his wand and used it on the house elf. A small green light hit it, and the elf just screamed.

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"Yes, that's it, be more determined." Evan said loudly, "You are not joking. If you really want to serve the Dark Lord, you must go all out."

They are Death Eaters.

Pomona was stiff all over. How could a Death Eater sneak into the school?

"Take a lesson from Avery, Mulciber." The man sitting at the table said to the two of them, "Your father will cry if he knows you are so useless."

Mulciber wiped the sweat from his forehead and pointed his wand at the house elf.

"Please, young master." The elf said weakly, "Robbie can't bear it anymore."

However, in the face of its pleading, the Slytherin boy still responded with the Unforgivable Curse.

Pomona didn't know how many times people could withstand this kind of damage. House elves were stronger than people, but their servility made them have no strength but did not dare to resist. As the two little Death Eaters cast the Unforgivable Curse on it,

More and more, its wails and screams became lower and lower, corresponding to the expressions on the faces of the two teenagers.

They become crazy and evil and have nothing to do with elegance.

Pomona remembered Peter's reminder that Hufflepuff should stay away from Slytherin, especially after this year's Quidditch match, the boys' actions were almost equivalent to declaring war on Slytherin. Mulciber and Avery did not dare

What about Pomona, but torturing her was nothing unusual in the eyes of those two adults, and she bet they must have tortured Muggle adults before.

Invoking divine protection requires happy memories, while the Unforgivable Curse requires the determination to hurt people. People who maintain such evil thoughts will become more and more evil. They cannot feel any pain. I hope their conscience will find that doing something good or repenting is a good idea.

impossible.

When wizards oppress other races because of their power, have you ever thought that other races will one day resist and trample the once arrogant and powerful people under their feet?

The goblins had a rebellion in the seventeenth century. That was what Professor Binns said yesterday. They used the tavern in Hogsmeade as their headquarters. Although Binns did not explain the detailed process, the result was obvious. Ancient Spirit

The pavilion is now under the control of goblins.

If you want to negotiate peace, you must negotiate terms. The wizards' money is now controlled by the goblins. How will the wizard nobles survive without money?

You have to fight for power by yourself, which is why goblins have a higher status in the magic world than other races. The same goes for centaurs. Wizards call them barbarians but dare not touch them at all, at least not like the domesticated ones on the ground.

Like an elf.

Food is not happiness, power is happiness. For the first time in her life, Pomona wished she had power.

A thousand years ago, it was Helga Hefpuff who brought the house elves to Hogwarts, giving those magical creatures who were persecuted in the war a place to live. A thousand years later, Pomona was captured by the Sorting Hat.

Sorted into Hufflepuff Academy, a Hufflepuff is supposed to keep a low profile, but we are badgers and we have to show our teeth when necessary, and Hufflepuffs have to do the right thing because it's the right thing to do.

Pomona put on her earmuffs, took out her wand, and pointed it at the mandrake flowerpot opposite.

Professor Felivi told her that she needed to wave her wand when casting a spell, and she needed to concentrate on the spell, but now she was in a small space and couldn't wave the wand, and she didn't dare to chant the spell loudly. There were four people on the other side. If she herself

If she was exposed, not only would she not be able to save the house elf, but she herself would also suffer bad luck.

God of magic bless me, please let me succeed.

Pomona prayed secretly in her heart, whispering the mantra that the Hufflepuff seniors had repeated countless times last night: "Split into pieces."

She aimed at the flower pot, but in the end she missed it a little and hit the table. With a crisp "snap" sound, one leg of the table was broken. The rotten wood could not bear the weight of an adult.

It broke into pieces, and then all the flower pots on the table fell to the ground, and more than a dozen pots of mandrake began to cry together.

"Oh, damn! Cover your ears!" the Death Eaters exclaimed. If it were a healthy mandrake, just one pot would kill them. Unfortunately, they are malnourished now. Even if they cry in more than a dozen pots, they will still cry.

Can escape.

After they all fled, Pomona ran out of her hiding place and picked up the house elf. It was extremely light and skinny, but it was they who had prepared the luxurious banquet at Hogwarts.

"Wake up." Pomona patted its face. The elf could still move, but it rolled its eyes and looked extremely weak.

So Pomona hid it in her robe, rushed to the infirmary with it in her arms.
Chapter completed!