Chapter 399 Salem
Frammel was not surprised that Hermione could detect the existence of the Purifiers from the New York magic exposure incident in 1926. Nico's notes were the second most important thing in the extremist group Too much ink has been spent on Salem.
"Their origins go back many years ago..."
In the bright and empty library, Flamel waved his hand. Behind the solid wood bookshelf, he was observing the projection of the werewolf corpse. Loren saw a thick book on his right trembling a few times, slowly drawing out of the bookshelf and flying towards Flamel.
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 in the light and shadow. The United States did not exist at that time. Established, not only did wizards have no 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. ."
Frammel stared at the projected image, with the gleam of memory in his eyes: "As long as you can get gold, whether you are hunting notorious criminals in the sun or robbing in the night. They don't let anyone use other people's treasures in exchange for wealth. Their cruelty is terrifying, and 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 become 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. .
Flamell's deep voice continued: "As time passed, the Purifiers became more greedy and cruel. After being under the jurisdiction of the magical government far away from their origin, many of the Purifiers began to become greedy. , indulging in cruelty that had nothing to do with their mission. They longed to see bloodshed and torture, and took pleasure in it."
"By the end of the 17th century, the number of purgers in America began to multiply. In areas without magical government jurisdiction, the enforcement of secrecy laws is not strict. Many fanatical religious elements among non-magical people have noticed signs of the existence of wizards. They believe that magic comes from the magical power of demons, thus classifying wizards as demons. Incarnation..."
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 treat some innocent No-Majs as wizards and sell them to non-magical people. Members."
Flamell told indifferently:
"In 1692, the Puritan inquisitors of the Massachusetts colony publicly tried a large number of people who were considered witches, and dozens of them were imprisoned. The mass executions, most of them women, were known in history as the Salem Witch Trials!"
"Wizard historians believe that at least two of the so-called Puritan inquisitors at the time were known purgers, They did this just to avenge old grudges. Some of the victims were indeed witches, and others were ordinary No-Majs who were unfortunately 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... A dirty trial, and the truth of the incident will not be known until death.
Loren's face was expressionless, and his eyes reflected the light and shadow in mid-air, dark and unclear.
Flamell 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. North America has been persecuted for a long time The wizarding world united, explored and developed its own wizarding laws, and successfully established its own magical community like most other countries.
"After stabilizing, the Magical Congress of the United States began to judge those on trial. The purifiers who contributed to the witchcraft case and betrayed their own kind. However, some of the most notorious Purifiers evaded capture and disappeared forever among the No-Maj crowd. Some of them start families with No-Majs, and the children they have are abandoned if they have magical talents, leaving only non-magical offspring to hide their wizarding 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 eliminated."
"In the 1920s, a No-Maj radical group called the New Salem Benevolent Society threatened to expose and eliminate the wizarding community. , and calls himself "Second Salem". They were involved in the 1926 New York magic exposure incident. "
Flamell spoke in detail. In Nico's memory, he witnessed part of the tragedy at that time with his own eyes. He also participated in part of the design of the Magic Capitol Building of the United States.
"What a pathetic existence..." Loren murmured softly
Hermione looked at him in confusion: "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. After a moment, "But they can't imagine the magic of magic. Even if the magic is exposed to the entire city, the Forgetting Curse can erase all traces.
"Magic Congress of the United States has long been able to clean up the Second Fortress. Lem, it's just that they are unwilling to use magic to deal with ordinary people. The Purifier without magic is 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. Therefore, 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 lush branches and leaves of the bushes in a leisurely manner, seemingly unable to see Bellatrix Leicester, who had his head lowered next to him. Ranch.
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 , there was once a group of greedy wizards and a group of wealthy Muggles who 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, such an incident will happen again... No, not a repeat."
Voldemort couldn't help laughing, his twisted and ferocious smile was the same as when he was quietly repairing branches just now. The comparison between his expressions made him look even more crazy and terrifying: "This is a great adaptation, a transcendence of the classics!"
Voldemort was so comfortable that he almost wanted to leave this body. Combining his own genius ideas, he created an unprecedented werewolf inferi. As a combat puppet, the werewolf inferi does not have to worry about the influence of the moon phase, the pain of the limbs, and it also carries 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. It was smaller than an ant. It crawled around in a daze and was about to encounter When he saw the pair of shoes, he suddenly turned around and left as if running for his life:
"But, Master, Dumbledore..."
Crack!
Another clump of branches was cut, and Voldemort casually threw the branches deeper into the bush, seeming a little disappointed: "I will lure him away, but unfortunately, we can no longer see the scene of werewolves ravaging New York City." "Master. …"
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 of various countries, and other wise people attending the meeting. The elite warriors of the race, those werewolf corpses will soon be eliminated."
"Do you expect those corpses without intelligence to achieve any results?"
"Master, you. What do you mean?"
Voldemort's smile continued: "Tell me, before they completely eliminate the werewolf inferi, will there be Muggles infected by werewolves, will there be Aurors infected? Could any Minister of Magic be infected?
"What an interesting scene that will be..."
Voldemort sniffed the wild tea tree flowers intoxicatedly.
...
In the garage downstairs of the hotel, the Ford Anglia limousine with sky blue paint was as bright as new.
Bates took the lead in opening the door and sitting in the driver's seat. He turned the key in the ignition and stepped on the clutch. 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. See..."
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, staring straight into her eyes: "Hermione, do you really have nothing to say to me?"
He Min met her mother's concentrated gaze, her neck became stiff, her two anterior cervical muscles were tense and bulging, and it was a little difficult to speak: "No, no."
Loren glanced at her, so Why are you nervous?
Not sure whether to convince herself or Monica, Hermione muttered in a low voice:
"In the next few days, Loren and I are going to attend the International Federation of Wizards Conference. 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 a day, 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 away Hermione whose face was full of lies, pulling Loren next to her, and whispered in his ear.
Loren also nodded and replied from time to time.
A certain lying little witch stood nearby, looking at her mother and then at Loren, her head drooping 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 her. Family members, she and Loren persuaded their parents to leave New York respectively. 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."
"Yeah."
Monica nodded, stood up and ruffled Hermione's hair, then turned around and opened the car door and got into 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?"
"It's nothing, just let me Take good care of you."
Hermione looked confused and asked hesitantly: "What did you tell Grandpa Bates?"
"Tell the truth."
"Huh?"
"What can't be said between relatives?"
"But, but... I don't want my parents to Worried..."
"So they won't worry?"
"..."
Loren looked at her eyes seriously, as clear as crystal, but now a little dim: "If one day, I also encounter some kind of dangerous situation, do you hope Should I tell you everything, or should I hide nothing from you?"
Hermione understood a little and nodded: "Tell me"
Loren rubbed her. The two of them are now about the same height. To do this, you need to tiptoe slightly: "I'll tell them clearly when they come back, okay?"
"Got it."
...
Looking at the tall 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: "There might be a magical terrorist attack in New York, so let me leave the city for safety."
"What!"< br>
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 didn't speak, and turned on the car stereo, and fast-paced rock music wafted out.
(End of this chapter