Chapter 525 The Dark Side of the Magic World
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Qing Mo Da Xian
Walking into the open space at the end of the passage, Vincent recognized the dark creatures that could hide on the walls.
Inhabiting the North Island of Scotland, Nakrawi is full of various deadly diseases.
It has a lower body like a horse, but a human upper body.
Hairless, bright red skin.
The eyes are burning with fire, and it has a long nose like a pig.
Although it looked scary enough, the unbelievably large mouth was tightly closed, and the body, which was far stronger than the centaur, was even trembling.
"This is your last hole card?" Vincent shook his head in disappointment.
A threat to the dark wizard is almost equivalent to nothing to him.
The shop owner who was kicked in by Sam raised his bloody face,
"Your Excellencies, since you have already obtained what you want, can you—"
"Wu Zha has no right to choose." Sam stepped on his calf bone hard,
"And you, you are not even as good as a witch!"
"Ow—"
The broken leg bone pierced through the flesh, exposing a section of forest dripping with blood.
The pain far exceeded that of ordinary people, and finally passed out.
"It's important." Vincent walked towards the separated cell.
Sam gave a few more kicks, then raised his wand aloft, "The sun shines—"
This is an advanced use of the wand lighting spell, which can keep the light from the tip of the wand and continuously illuminate the entire space.
Seeing the scene in the cell, Vincent's breathing gradually increased.
It's not that it is cruel and bloody, but that it has completely lost the dignity of being a human being.
He resisted the strong discomfort caused by the feces and urine, and looked inside again.
This is a boy curled up in a corner, about 16 years old.
His hair was disheveled, his clothes were in tatters, and the thick iron chains wrapped around his neck were nailed to the ground.
In front of another corner where the filth was piled up, there was a rusty iron bowl containing a little rotting flesh.
His eyes were lifeless, as silent as death.
It's not because of the long-lost light, but because the spirit has been devastated day and night, and I have completely lost myself.
Vincent squeezed the ebony wand in his hand, and moved his head stiffly to the cell next to him.
It was a girl with her back leaning against the wall, with half of her face covered by long yellow hair.
He was about the same age as him, but he was as quiet as a rag doll.
There was no chain wrapped around her neck, but maggots had grown from the rotting flesh in the rusted iron bowl.
"Wayne, what do you—" Sam stopped beside him blankly.
Worse than expected.
It is not uncommon for Dark wizards to brutalize Muggles.
But keeping people as pets like here is no longer something that can be described as evil.
"Sam, is this a common thing?"
"No." His answer quivered.
Vincent mustered up the courage to look at the other cells.
Most of these captured Muggles were children, and the condition of several adults was even worse.
The muscles were severely atrophied, and Tong Kong did not respond to light.
Eliminate the problem of the eyes, and only the dysfunction of the brain remains.
Perhaps they were imprisoned here since childhood.
"Magic can't help them." After destroying all the chains, Vincent hung down his ebony wand weakly,
"I have a classmate's parents who were tortured by the Cruciatus Curse by the Death Eaters to a similar condition. They have not improved after staying in St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Wounds for almost 13 years."
Not long after Sam remained silent, he entered the original cell and carried the boy out.
There was no resistance in the body, and there was no fear in the eyes.
Much more serious than the case of the Longbottoms.
"Wayne, they've..."
Vincent picked up a girl of the same age as him, "Wizard's magic doesn't work, but Muggle technology is still there."
"Yes!" Sam walked to another cell.
During the time he lived in Wayne's house, he had seen many things that were more miraculous than magic.
Once the steam engine was replaced by the internal combustion engine, and now the electric energy is almost inexhaustible.
Technology has advanced so fast in the last 100 years that it is possible to do things that cannot even be done by magic.
They didn't realize that the effects of the Polyjuice Potion had passed, and they just picked up the severely traumatized Muggles over and over again.
17 people in total.
Sin is like a cockroach,
Tenacious vitality, terrible fecundity.
Maybe this is just the tip of the iceberg, but seeing it is seeing it.
Bringing the comatose shopkeeper, Sam and Vincent Apparate to the Royal College of Psychiatrists in London.
The cost of treatment is very expensive, one thousand pounds per person per month.
The money, of course, must be borne by the culprit.
Back at Wayne's house, the two "guests" were frightened by the miserable appearance of the bar owner.
"Who is a regular customer?" Vincent's tone was very indifferent.
Both Patel and Lake shook their heads to express their ignorance, and swore repeatedly that they had never entered the cellar.
"So, you know the place?"
The two who grew up with the chair nodded cautiously.
There was no violent beating as expected, and there seemed to be no change in expression.
It was Sam who pulled out several hairs of both of them, "Wayne, that dead man who is not as good as a witch must know."
"I have a way to get him to be honest, but I need to go back to school."
……
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Hogwarts Castle.
After returning to the dormitory, Vincent opened the Mithril suitcase and took a dozen bottles of potion and some small alchemy props.
Then he came to the gargoyle and successfully obtained the password by naming dozens of candies.
There was no one in the principal's office, and neither was Fox.
"Merlin's beard!" Principal Black in the portrait was so excited that he pulled the frame with both hands,
"Wayne, you bad student, why are you here again!"
Vincent ignored him, looking for a pen and paper on the round table.
"You you you—you dare to ignore me!"
All the portraits next to him rolled their eyes at him.
It's not once or twice, what's so strange.
Vincent, who couldn't find a pen and paper, simply picked up his alder wand.
"Bad boy, you still dare to scribble graffiti!"
Just wrote the first letter.
"Principal Black, I have something very important to ask Professor Dumbledore."
Headmaster Dippet stepped forward, "Son, Albus should be back tonight."
Vincent lowered his face and erased the red letters floating in the air.
The text is too pale, and the language is difficult to describe.
Eyes sweep over the shelf where the sorting hat is placed,
"Principal Dippet, can you teach me how to retrieve the memory?"
"No!" Principal Black yelled loudly.
The principals collectively rolled their eyes at him again.
When I encouraged people to peek at Dumbledore's memory before, I said that I wanted to teach it, but it has only been half a year since I said that I can't teach it.
"Principal Black, I have a good memory." Vincent pointed his wand to his forehead,
"Do I need to take out the memory at that time?"
"Get out, I won't be fooled!"
Principal Dippet laughed unscrupulously, "Why are you so anxious, people are here to ask for my help, not you, an idiot."
"Amando! You—"
"Also, Vincent is not a bad student, he is the school manager."
Principal Black blushed, "This—he—he's not yet of age."
"So you're not the school manager?"
"Anyway, I don't recognize the school manager who took advantage of the loophole!"
"The castle has accepted the contract."
Principal Black, who almost bit his tongue, shut up.
In principle, each wizard can only obtain one seat on the school board.
But Vincent is still underage, and he also found seven acting school managers.
Appropriate use of loopholes in the rules is nothing more than unreasonable favoritism of some students.
The old double standard also has face.
……
……
Inhabiting the North Island of Scotland, Nakrawi is full of various deadly diseases.
It has a lower body like a horse, but a human upper body.
Hairless, bright red skin.
The eyes are burning with fire, and it has a long nose like a pig.
Although it looked scary enough, the unbelievably large mouth was tightly closed, and the body, which was far stronger than the centaur, was even trembling.
"This is your last hole card?" Vincent shook his head in disappointment.
A threat to the dark wizard is almost equivalent to nothing to him.
The shop owner who was kicked in by Sam raised his bloody face,
"Your Excellencies, since you have already obtained what you want, can you—"
"Wu Zha has no right to choose." Sam stepped on his calf bone hard,
"And you, you are not even as good as a witch!"
"Ow—"
The broken leg bone pierced through the flesh, exposing a section of forest dripping with blood.
The pain far exceeded that of ordinary people, and finally passed out.
"It's important." Vincent walked towards the separated cell.
Sam gave a few more kicks, then raised his wand aloft, "The sun shines—"
This is an advanced use of the wand lighting spell, which can keep the light from the tip of the wand and continuously illuminate the entire space.
Seeing the scene in the cell, Vincent's breathing gradually increased.
It's not that it is cruel and bloody, but that it has completely lost the dignity of being a human being.
He resisted the strong discomfort caused by the feces and urine, and looked inside again.
This is a boy curled up in a corner, about 16 years old.
His hair was disheveled, his clothes were in tatters, and the thick iron chains wrapped around his neck were nailed to the ground.
In front of another corner where the filth was piled up, there was a rusty iron bowl containing a little rotting flesh.
His eyes were lifeless, as silent as death.
It's not because of the long-lost light, but because the spirit has been devastated day and night, and I have completely lost myself.
Vincent squeezed the ebony wand in his hand, and moved his head stiffly to the cell next to him.
It was a girl with her back leaning against the wall, with half of her face covered by long yellow hair.
He was about the same age as him, but he was as quiet as a rag doll.
There was no chain wrapped around her neck, but maggots had grown from the rotting flesh in the rusted iron bowl.
"Wayne, what do you—" Sam stopped beside him blankly.
Worse than expected.
It is not uncommon for Dark wizards to brutalize Muggles.
But keeping people as pets like here is no longer something that can be described as evil.
"Sam, is this a common thing?"
"No." His answer quivered.
Vincent mustered up the courage to look at the other cells.
Most of these captured Muggles were children, and the condition of several adults was even worse.
The muscles were severely atrophied, and Tong Kong did not respond to light.
Eliminate the problem of the eyes, and only the dysfunction of the brain remains.
Perhaps they were imprisoned here since childhood.
"Magic can't help them." After destroying all the chains, Vincent hung down his ebony wand weakly,
"I have a classmate's parents who were tortured by the Cruciatus Curse by the Death Eaters to a similar condition. They have not improved after staying in St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Wounds for almost 13 years."
Not long after Sam remained silent, he entered the original cell and carried the boy out.
There was no resistance in the body, and there was no fear in the eyes.
Much more serious than the case of the Longbottoms.
"Wayne, they've..."
Vincent picked up a girl of the same age as him, "Wizard's magic doesn't work, but Muggle technology is still there."
"Yes!" Sam walked to another cell.
During the time he lived in Wayne's house, he had seen many things that were more miraculous than magic.
Once the steam engine was replaced by the internal combustion engine, and now the electric energy is almost inexhaustible.
Technology has advanced so fast in the last 100 years that it is possible to do things that cannot even be done by magic.
They didn't realize that the effects of the Polyjuice Potion had passed, and they just picked up the severely traumatized Muggles over and over again.
17 people in total.
Sin is like a cockroach,
Tenacious vitality, terrible fecundity.
Maybe this is just the tip of the iceberg, but seeing it is seeing it.
Bringing the comatose shopkeeper, Sam and Vincent Apparate to the Royal College of Psychiatrists in London.
The cost of treatment is very expensive, one thousand pounds per person per month.
The money, of course, must be borne by the culprit.
Back at Wayne's house, the two "guests" were frightened by the miserable appearance of the bar owner.
"Who is a regular customer?" Vincent's tone was very indifferent.
Both Patel and Lake shook their heads to express their ignorance, and swore repeatedly that they had never entered the cellar.
"So, you know the place?"
The two who grew up with the chair nodded cautiously.
There was no violent beating as expected, and there seemed to be no change in expression.
It was Sam who pulled out several hairs of both of them, "Wayne, that dead man who is not as good as a witch must know."
"I have a way to get him to be honest, but I need to go back to school."
……
……
Hogwarts Castle.
After returning to the dormitory, Vincent opened the Mithril suitcase and took a dozen bottles of potion and some small alchemy props.
Then he came to the gargoyle and successfully obtained the password by naming dozens of candies.
There was no one in the principal's office, and neither was Fox.
"Merlin's beard!" Principal Black in the portrait was so excited that he pulled the frame with both hands,
"Wayne, you bad student, why are you here again!"
Vincent ignored him, looking for a pen and paper on the round table.
"You you you—you dare to ignore me!"
All the portraits next to him rolled their eyes at him.
It's not once or twice, what's so strange.
Vincent, who couldn't find a pen and paper, simply picked up his alder wand.
"Bad boy, you still dare to scribble graffiti!"
Just wrote the first letter.
"Principal Black, I have something very important to ask Professor Dumbledore."
Headmaster Dippet stepped forward, "Son, Albus should be back tonight."
Vincent lowered his face and erased the red letters floating in the air.
The text is too pale, and the language is difficult to describe.
Eyes sweep over the shelf where the sorting hat is placed,
"Principal Dippet, can you teach me how to retrieve the memory?"
"No!" Principal Black yelled loudly.
The principals collectively rolled their eyes at him again.
When I encouraged people to peek at Dumbledore's memory before, I said that I wanted to teach it, but it has only been half a year since I said that I can't teach it.
"Principal Black, I have a good memory." Vincent pointed his wand to his forehead,
"Do I need to take out the memory at that time?"
"Get out, I won't be fooled!"
Principal Dippet laughed unscrupulously, "Why are you so anxious, people are here to ask for my help, not you, an idiot."
"Amando! You—"
"Also, Vincent is not a bad student, he is the school manager."
Principal Black blushed, "This—he—he's not yet of age."
"So you're not the school manager?"
"Anyway, I don't recognize the school manager who took advantage of the loophole!"
"The castle has accepted the contract."
Principal Black, who almost bit his tongue, shut up.
In principle, each wizard can only obtain one seat on the school board.
But Vincent is still underage, and he also found seven acting school managers.
Appropriate use of loopholes in the rules is nothing more than unreasonable favoritism of some students.
The old double standard also has face.
……
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