Chapter 483 The Study of Magic
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Nan Shan Dou Xi
It was a deep, dark corridor.
For John, there is no impression.
but……
John stared at the heavy principal in front of him. This guy is neither a witcher, nor is he blessed by night devils like himself. Why doesn't he need to turn on the lights?
He didn't seem to notice John's doubts about him, and the principal was still talking.
"Your Excellency Silver Hand, what do you think is the essence of magic?"
"Magic?" John said calmly, "Energy and emotion."
Principal Chong's footsteps stopped, and at that moment, John saw the surprised expression on his face.
"Yes, that's right, emotion!"
Principal Chong was very excited, just like a long drought meets nectar, a thousand-mile horse meets Bole, and a bosom friend meets high mountains and flowing water.
He said with a smile: "As wizards, we have a stronger emotional impact than Muggles."
"This allows us to manipulate magic through our own mind."
He is like an old pedant, talking freely there.
"Because of emotional instability, it is difficult for young wizards to control their power well. Their emotions fluctuate violently, but the magical effect they cause is unexpectedly powerful."
Little wizards will run away with magic when they are young. For example, when Harry was not in school, he once used a disappearing spell to transform a piece of glass.
Such an exquisite vanishing spell, even if you asked Harry to cast it now, it wouldn't be able to achieve half the effect.
Principal Zhong's theory is not just a verbal statement, he said: "You should have heard of Moran, right? Its predecessor, the Silent One, was born from the little wizards."
"In my opinion, as wizards grow up, that power is constantly weakening."
"Young wizards are supposed to be at their strongest."
John frowned more and more.
What nonsense is this old boy talking about.
The smaller the stronger?
Stop talking.
It's like a glass of water, you would pour it out when you were a child, the effect would be considerable, but it won't take long for the power to vent out.
On the other hand, an adult wizard, after years of study and fighting, he knows how to restrain himself.
It's like installing a faucet, and he can control his size.
But often those wizards are also restrained by the faucet, and their power becomes weaker after a long time.
When you can control your own faucet, or do it desperately, you can explode with higher strength than when you were young.
It's definitely not that this old man is talking nonsense that childhood is the pinnacle of his life.
You let the current Dumbledore meet when he was a child?
Little Deng will definitely be beaten out by Old Deng.
Scoffing at the notion of a re-headmaster, John continued.
After a corner, there is a little fluorescent coming out from there.
After walking through it, it was a huge hollow room.
There is a dense root system above, each connected to a transparent glass.
Principal Zhong smiled and said: "In my opinion, some Muggles also have the potential to become wizards. They have a similar structure to wizards. Children born to the same Muggles have a probability of becoming wizards."
"In this case, why don't we start with Muggles."
"In an emotionally stimulating way, so that Muggles can go beyond their limits and become a wizard."
John stood there, and below were people in protective suits.
He saw the personnel in protective clothing open a glass tank connected to the root system, and inside was a child with a wet head and body inserted into a dozen electrodes.
And under this huge cave, there is a sunken pit with viscous liquid.
John saw countless corpses under the viscous liquid.
Some of the corpses had words familiar to him written on them.
"Your Excellency Silver Hand, I sincerely invite you to join me in this experiment." Principal Zhong said enthusiastically, "As long as we master this method, we can create an army, regardless of the casualties of wizards, as long as there are enough Muggles, we can keep transforming."
John stared down, the child who was brought out screamed in horror.
The personnel in protective clothing turned on the switch indifferently, and the electric current penetrated the child's body, making him let out a heart-piercing roar.
Several people are there to record data.
Black smoke was rising from the child, and a man noticed it and switched off the electricity.
But it was too late, the child lost control of the fluid, and the body had lost its vitality.
The recorder at the side said indifferently: "Send it to the Department of Night Operations to see if you can join the Hundred Ghosts."
It was said that a person came over and picked up the child and left
The child's body was sent to another department.
It was a Muggle kid.
These people experimented to stimulate the child's magical talent with severe pain, so that he could become a wizard as Principal Zhong said.
The corpses with viscous liquid around them told John how many Muggles they killed for this experiment.
And that viscous liquid is a kind of potion.
Something that keeps a person alive inside.
The price is another life.
This is undoubtedly evil.
Under the most beautiful cherry tree, there are countless corpses piled up.
On the trees with lush flowers and leaves, blood and bones are crushed and turned white.
"I've always believed that schools are for teaching and educating people." John took a deep breath and kept himself calm. "Even Durmstrang, who teaches black magic, has no example of capturing Muggles for experiments."
"Your Excellency Silver Hand, Muggles are the least valuable thing." Principal Zhong said with a smile, "Their reproductive ability is astonishing, just like a sow that keeps giving birth, and the speed of death is far slower than their birth rate." speed."
"I found this in another country. I went to that country with the army, where I found my own experimental paradise." Principal Zhong said obsessively.
"We've had failures, but this is just a small low point."
"Human experimentation, a war criminal, is still proud here." John sneered.
Principal Zhong looked at John and said frantically, "Your Excellency Silver Hand, please join us."
"I have long wanted to cooperate with you, not only because of your influence, but also because of your Muggle-born but incomparably powerful power!"
Principal Zhong went completely insane. He frantically scratched at the scar on his head like a monkey until the scar bled, but he still didn't stop.
"You are the most special. No Muggle wizard has ever reached your talent. You must be the best research material."
His greedy eyes flicked to John.
John said lightly: "I see. No wonder you generously let me stay in the library for half a month. What are you preparing?"
From the moment we met, Principal Zhong was extremely enthusiastic.
He didn't mind the school's ancient books being read by outsiders at all, and he was more willing to close the library for an outsider.
It turned out that everything was premeditated.
He invited John, and if he didn't agree, he would use other means.
"I'm curious, how do you know I'm Muggle-born, maybe you can tell me, what's your friend's name?"
John was very curious about Principal Zhong revealing his identity.
He revealed his identity as Johnny Silverhand to the outside world, but he never revealed his bloodline. Only those who knew his true identity could know that he was Muggle-born.
Principal Zhong grinned grimly: "Of course, my friend, Your Excellency Silver Hand is no stranger, his name is..."
"Voldemort."
John suddenly realized that indeed only Voldemort had this possibility.
Principal Zhong continued: "Thirty years ago, a wizard traveled across the ocean and came here. He is as talented as you."
"Later I heard that he died in a foreign country, but he came to me suddenly last year, and only then did I know that there is another extremely talented wizard named John Wick."
Principal Zhong smiled proudly, "Your body is not as fragile as those Muggles. Your blood must have an unusual effect."
Greedily looking at every part of John, he said, "Under the mask of the legendary second king, there is a child who is only under 17 years old."
"You still have a lot of potential, let me inspire it for you, Your Excellency Silver Hand!"
Several wizards were already around, and John also noticed that several of them seemed to be Aurors.
With his crazy appearance, how can he be a teacher?
John drew his wand.
Principal Zhong was confident and said with a smile, "Your Excellency Silver Hand, you should have noticed the difference here."
Hearing this, John looked up.
In this place, there are densely packed runes posted on it.
After half a month of study, John recognized the role of the above.
Sealing spell.
These talismans are posted here, forming a magical field, suppressing the wizards in it.
"Even the terrible second king, if he can't use magic, he can only be a lamb at the mercy of others."
A tall man came up behind Principal Zhong and handed him a knife respectfully.
Principal Zhong took the knife and pulled it out.
The blade was shining coldly, and Principal Zhong said obsessively: "Compared with magic, I still prefer the collision of swords."
Flicking the blade with his finger, he said: "The name of the sword is Guangdao Heping. This old man once served in the army, and was bestowed by the emperor."
Staring at John's silver mask, he grinned to reveal his broken teeth.
"Don't worry, Your Excellency Silver Hand, I will make you more perfect. In that perfect body, it doesn't hurt to lose some limbs."
See the picture poorly.
Principal Zhong continued: "Don't even think about running away, no one can open that door unless it is me."
Looking out of the corner of his eye, John saw dozens of people approaching him in a siege.
"Can't use magic?" John asked, "Is there such a good thing?"
There are more than a hundred people in this place.
If more than 30 wizards attack him, John dare not say that he can win.
But you said that thirty people were fighting hand-to-hand with you...
He didn't put away his wand, but changed his position into an upside-down grip.
John smiled evilly: "Before we start, is there anyone else who wants to go out?"
...
For John, there is no impression.
but……
John stared at the heavy principal in front of him. This guy is neither a witcher, nor is he blessed by night devils like himself. Why doesn't he need to turn on the lights?
He didn't seem to notice John's doubts about him, and the principal was still talking.
"Your Excellency Silver Hand, what do you think is the essence of magic?"
"Magic?" John said calmly, "Energy and emotion."
Principal Chong's footsteps stopped, and at that moment, John saw the surprised expression on his face.
"Yes, that's right, emotion!"
Principal Chong was very excited, just like a long drought meets nectar, a thousand-mile horse meets Bole, and a bosom friend meets high mountains and flowing water.
He said with a smile: "As wizards, we have a stronger emotional impact than Muggles."
"This allows us to manipulate magic through our own mind."
He is like an old pedant, talking freely there.
"Because of emotional instability, it is difficult for young wizards to control their power well. Their emotions fluctuate violently, but the magical effect they cause is unexpectedly powerful."
Little wizards will run away with magic when they are young. For example, when Harry was not in school, he once used a disappearing spell to transform a piece of glass.
Such an exquisite vanishing spell, even if you asked Harry to cast it now, it wouldn't be able to achieve half the effect.
Principal Zhong's theory is not just a verbal statement, he said: "You should have heard of Moran, right? Its predecessor, the Silent One, was born from the little wizards."
"In my opinion, as wizards grow up, that power is constantly weakening."
"Young wizards are supposed to be at their strongest."
John frowned more and more.
What nonsense is this old boy talking about.
The smaller the stronger?
Stop talking.
It's like a glass of water, you would pour it out when you were a child, the effect would be considerable, but it won't take long for the power to vent out.
On the other hand, an adult wizard, after years of study and fighting, he knows how to restrain himself.
It's like installing a faucet, and he can control his size.
But often those wizards are also restrained by the faucet, and their power becomes weaker after a long time.
When you can control your own faucet, or do it desperately, you can explode with higher strength than when you were young.
It's definitely not that this old man is talking nonsense that childhood is the pinnacle of his life.
You let the current Dumbledore meet when he was a child?
Little Deng will definitely be beaten out by Old Deng.
Scoffing at the notion of a re-headmaster, John continued.
After a corner, there is a little fluorescent coming out from there.
After walking through it, it was a huge hollow room.
There is a dense root system above, each connected to a transparent glass.
Principal Zhong smiled and said: "In my opinion, some Muggles also have the potential to become wizards. They have a similar structure to wizards. Children born to the same Muggles have a probability of becoming wizards."
"In this case, why don't we start with Muggles."
"In an emotionally stimulating way, so that Muggles can go beyond their limits and become a wizard."
John stood there, and below were people in protective suits.
He saw the personnel in protective clothing open a glass tank connected to the root system, and inside was a child with a wet head and body inserted into a dozen electrodes.
And under this huge cave, there is a sunken pit with viscous liquid.
John saw countless corpses under the viscous liquid.
Some of the corpses had words familiar to him written on them.
"Your Excellency Silver Hand, I sincerely invite you to join me in this experiment." Principal Zhong said enthusiastically, "As long as we master this method, we can create an army, regardless of the casualties of wizards, as long as there are enough Muggles, we can keep transforming."
John stared down, the child who was brought out screamed in horror.
The personnel in protective clothing turned on the switch indifferently, and the electric current penetrated the child's body, making him let out a heart-piercing roar.
Several people are there to record data.
Black smoke was rising from the child, and a man noticed it and switched off the electricity.
But it was too late, the child lost control of the fluid, and the body had lost its vitality.
The recorder at the side said indifferently: "Send it to the Department of Night Operations to see if you can join the Hundred Ghosts."
It was said that a person came over and picked up the child and left
The child's body was sent to another department.
It was a Muggle kid.
These people experimented to stimulate the child's magical talent with severe pain, so that he could become a wizard as Principal Zhong said.
The corpses with viscous liquid around them told John how many Muggles they killed for this experiment.
And that viscous liquid is a kind of potion.
Something that keeps a person alive inside.
The price is another life.
This is undoubtedly evil.
Under the most beautiful cherry tree, there are countless corpses piled up.
On the trees with lush flowers and leaves, blood and bones are crushed and turned white.
"I've always believed that schools are for teaching and educating people." John took a deep breath and kept himself calm. "Even Durmstrang, who teaches black magic, has no example of capturing Muggles for experiments."
"Your Excellency Silver Hand, Muggles are the least valuable thing." Principal Zhong said with a smile, "Their reproductive ability is astonishing, just like a sow that keeps giving birth, and the speed of death is far slower than their birth rate." speed."
"I found this in another country. I went to that country with the army, where I found my own experimental paradise." Principal Zhong said obsessively.
"We've had failures, but this is just a small low point."
"Human experimentation, a war criminal, is still proud here." John sneered.
Principal Zhong looked at John and said frantically, "Your Excellency Silver Hand, please join us."
"I have long wanted to cooperate with you, not only because of your influence, but also because of your Muggle-born but incomparably powerful power!"
Principal Zhong went completely insane. He frantically scratched at the scar on his head like a monkey until the scar bled, but he still didn't stop.
"You are the most special. No Muggle wizard has ever reached your talent. You must be the best research material."
His greedy eyes flicked to John.
John said lightly: "I see. No wonder you generously let me stay in the library for half a month. What are you preparing?"
From the moment we met, Principal Zhong was extremely enthusiastic.
He didn't mind the school's ancient books being read by outsiders at all, and he was more willing to close the library for an outsider.
It turned out that everything was premeditated.
He invited John, and if he didn't agree, he would use other means.
"I'm curious, how do you know I'm Muggle-born, maybe you can tell me, what's your friend's name?"
John was very curious about Principal Zhong revealing his identity.
He revealed his identity as Johnny Silverhand to the outside world, but he never revealed his bloodline. Only those who knew his true identity could know that he was Muggle-born.
Principal Zhong grinned grimly: "Of course, my friend, Your Excellency Silver Hand is no stranger, his name is..."
"Voldemort."
John suddenly realized that indeed only Voldemort had this possibility.
Principal Zhong continued: "Thirty years ago, a wizard traveled across the ocean and came here. He is as talented as you."
"Later I heard that he died in a foreign country, but he came to me suddenly last year, and only then did I know that there is another extremely talented wizard named John Wick."
Principal Zhong smiled proudly, "Your body is not as fragile as those Muggles. Your blood must have an unusual effect."
Greedily looking at every part of John, he said, "Under the mask of the legendary second king, there is a child who is only under 17 years old."
"You still have a lot of potential, let me inspire it for you, Your Excellency Silver Hand!"
Several wizards were already around, and John also noticed that several of them seemed to be Aurors.
With his crazy appearance, how can he be a teacher?
John drew his wand.
Principal Zhong was confident and said with a smile, "Your Excellency Silver Hand, you should have noticed the difference here."
Hearing this, John looked up.
In this place, there are densely packed runes posted on it.
After half a month of study, John recognized the role of the above.
Sealing spell.
These talismans are posted here, forming a magical field, suppressing the wizards in it.
"Even the terrible second king, if he can't use magic, he can only be a lamb at the mercy of others."
A tall man came up behind Principal Zhong and handed him a knife respectfully.
Principal Zhong took the knife and pulled it out.
The blade was shining coldly, and Principal Zhong said obsessively: "Compared with magic, I still prefer the collision of swords."
Flicking the blade with his finger, he said: "The name of the sword is Guangdao Heping. This old man once served in the army, and was bestowed by the emperor."
Staring at John's silver mask, he grinned to reveal his broken teeth.
"Don't worry, Your Excellency Silver Hand, I will make you more perfect. In that perfect body, it doesn't hurt to lose some limbs."
See the picture poorly.
Principal Zhong continued: "Don't even think about running away, no one can open that door unless it is me."
Looking out of the corner of his eye, John saw dozens of people approaching him in a siege.
"Can't use magic?" John asked, "Is there such a good thing?"
There are more than a hundred people in this place.
If more than 30 wizards attack him, John dare not say that he can win.
But you said that thirty people were fighting hand-to-hand with you...
He didn't put away his wand, but changed his position into an upside-down grip.
John smiled evilly: "Before we start, is there anyone else who wants to go out?"
...
