By the time the three of them hurried into the library, Mrs. Pince had already begun to extinguish the candles and was about to pack up and close. Seeing them rushing in in a hurry, I thought it was Hermione, a scholar, who pulled something down in the hall. But when she learned that they had come to borrow books, Mrs. Pince couldn't help but lose her temper.

"You don't look at what time it is! If you want to study hard, you can come here during the day! She yelled angrily, shoving the spell books the students had replaced back on the corresponding shelves. Besides, with Miss Granger by your side, do you still need to borrow reference books? She's so much more knowledgeable than a reference book! ”

It can be seen that because of the frequent self-study in the library, Mrs. Pince's impression of Hermione is not ordinarily good. So even though it was long past the time when the library books could be borrowed, Mrs. Pince finally gave them the copy of "Brahmin in the Night" at Hermione's soft pleading.

"If I hadn't known your details, I would have wondered if you were Madame Pince's niece!" On the way back, Ron exclaimed in heartfelt admiration. "I've never seen Mrs. Pince so gentle with her students that she didn't even ask you to sign the library list!"

"That's probably just because she's too lazy to take it out of the cupboard again......" Hermione hugged her book and walked briskly in the direction of the lounge, if she was usually praised by her friends, she would certainly not be as calm as she is now. But now, she is not in a relaxed mood at all.

They returned to the warm lounge and sat down in the place where the group of five frequented. Hermione opened the book, and all three heads swarmed upward—Harry whispered.

"India, as a world power, as an important civilization, has a glorious history of thousands of years, and its magical civilization is much older and older than ours. But antiquity and antiquity not only refer to the uniqueness and brilliance of magical skills, but also mean that it has inevitably been contaminated with the residual poison of the Indian nation that cannot be removed from this long history. ”

"Like Muggle society in India, the Indian wizarding community has fully inherited the religion and social system that has been passed down for thousands of years, but the religious heritage here is not the same as that of Europe. Christmas is celebrated throughout the European wizarding world, but few wizards actually believe in Christ... We don't really integrate religion into our daily lives. The Indian wizarding world is completely different - almost all local shamans in India believe in Hinduism and live strictly according to the teachings from birth, they believe in the reincarnation of the soul, and respect all life, especially cows. Devout Hindus are vegetarians, and all but the lowest castes are specifically to avoid beef. ”

"Beef?" Harry paused, blinking his eyes and looking confused, "Parvati doesn't seem to eat less beef!" And...... What the hell is the lower caste? ”

"Stop talking nonsense, keep looking!" Hermione said.

"Oh......"

He continued. "The wizarding world in India, like Muggle society, follows an extremely strict and rigid social system, known as the caste system. They divide people into four classes (Muggles, Squibs, or serious wizards): theocratic interpreters, the first class Brahmins (the six Brahmin families of Indian wizarding who check and balance each other); The Kshatriyas, a second-class Kshatriya who were under the direct control of the Brahmin nobility and ruled over the lower castes (the shamans of the Kshatriya caste were mostly concentrated in the management class of the Ministry of Magic and various large shamanic organizations); A commoner of Aryan descent, a third-class Vaishyas (commoner shamans...... and the conquered, truly indigenous people of India, the fourth-class Shudras (a group of shamans who can only do menial jobs and struggle to survive). In addition, there is a fifth estate of untouchables in Muggle society, but this book is about the Indian wizarding world, so it will not be discussed. ”

"The caste system regulates the status, rights, occupations, duties and other aspects of the four caste hierarchies. For example, the Brahmins were responsible for the annual sacrifices to the gods, the Kshatriyas helped the Brahmins to rule and govern the various castes below, the Vaishyas engaged in some of the more universal jobs, while the Shudras had to engage in farming, animal husbandry, fishing, hunting, and other lowly occupations—the various caste occupations were hereditary, passed down from father to son, and could only intermarry within the same caste. It is forbidden for a lower-caste man to marry a high-caste woman, and if discovered, he is punished with the most cruel punishment (death is only the most comfortable rest in such punishment). ”

On top of that, Indian shamans also valued the purity of their bloodline, and the choice of a high-caste male witch to marry a Muggle woman would be condemned by the entire Indian upper class (regardless of caste, the more discrimination and criticism a woman would face after marriage). Because they believed that such offspring would dilute their sorcerer lineage - in order to prevent this from happening as much as possible, the noble shamans of Brahmin jointly instituted some restrictive principles: half-blood shamans must show sufficient magical talent before they are old enough to attend magic school, and such parents can only raise and have one offspring in principle. If a half-blood's offspring lacks magical talent, or violates the restrictions, they will take -"

They were somewhat stunned to find that the words behind them were no longer visible. Because the page below was rudely torn off by someone, and there were still traces of the pages on the edges. As for who would do something that violated the school rules in such an emotional state, they would never have a second person in their minds besides Brandy.

There was a long silence in the break room.

For a long time, someone broke the silence. "So, Parvati ......"

Harry sat in his seat, staring at the books spread out on the table, the light and shadows of the fire dancing across his face, and he couldn't tell what a heavy expression.

"Ah, that's how it should be. Parvati and Padma should be the so-called half-breed offspring......" Hermione lowered her head for a long time before she spat out the thin voice from her lips. "Their father was a Brahmin nobleman, and their mother was a Muggle, perhaps the lowest of Shudras...... So they will be bullied when they are young. ”

According to the book, the Parvati are violating the Brahmin principle of restriction! But...... Didn't they come to us for two years? And Parvati told us when she was sorting out that she hadn't shown any magical talent before - she had already survived then, why—" Harry found his lips shaking, his voice trembling severely. "Why now—"

"Because of the love of their parents, they can't resist the pressure from the family and caste class now." Hermione said, "Remember what Parvati once revealed? She was very guarded and could not leave the house; But at the same time, she was given a fair amount of pocket money, and her school uniform was covered with a Traceless Stretching Charm - she could even afford a astrolabe from the Hour Tower. Her parents, while having to deprive her of her freedom at home, are still trying to give her as much material compensation as possible. They want to love her as much as they can in the short period of time - you know what I mean! ”

As she spoke, tears slipped down Hermione's eyes like beads of broken thread. There was a cry in her voice. "Maybe from the beginning, their parents just waited until she was an adult and experienced all the beauty of this world, and then—"

"Then why are the Petyrs bringing them back at this time! Isn't it six years before Parvati becomes an adult! Harry was unusually angry, but no one cared about his temper anymore.

"It's because we... Or rather, it's because of Brandi..."

"What did you say!?"

Harry's fury, which was about to explode in his chest, was doused with a bucket of ice water, and he stared blankly at Hermione, who was sobbing quietly. "Is this because of Brandy?"

"That's what Dumbledore said to us face-to-face, the night he returned."

"How much more do you guys have left us to tell!" Harry roared loudly, "Why didn't Ron and I know about this?" ”

Hermione shuddered at his voice.

"Dude...... It's actually my fault. Ron had to whisper to him, his face looking a little embarrassed. I dragged you to the campfire early that day, and maybe they didn't find us. ”

Harry's voice froze, and then he immediately became angry, but for a moment, he was angry with himself.

Only when his mood slowly stabilized did Hermione wipe the corners of her eyes and continue. Dumbledore thought that it was Brandy's actions in the castle that hastened the event - I didn't understand what that meant at the time. But now it seems ......"

She pointed to the book's introduction to the Brahmins' 'six Brahmin families in India's magical world', "Perhaps the original Parvati was able to live to the age of eighteen because of her own inconspicuous magical prowess - other Brahmin families may not pay much attention to an ordinary shaman." ”

"But now Parvati's magic level has gone far beyond the word ordinary! They wouldn't want to see such a genius witch in the Petil family - they would only think that the Petil family was trying to upset the millennial balance of the Brahmin caste and deliberately deceive them in the Parvati affair. What would you do if you were a member of another family? ”

The wood in the stove popped and sparks sparked. This is extremely loud in the silence of the space.

"So, it's the treasure house, and that bottle of awakening potion hurt her?"

Ron's dazed voice, whispering through the common room. Hearing this cruel truth, Hermione let out a cry of pain, she stood up, held the book in her arms, and rushed into the girls' dormitory without looking back. Tears flowed in midair.

Harry stared at the bright fire not far away, curling himself into the shadows of his armchair. He felt this May, cold and terrible.