Chapter 87 Real knowledge comes from practice

At night, in a remote part of the Thames River in London.

A semi-old small ship was close to the river, and five or six strong men lifted the good-looking women out of the cars on the shore, and put them into the cabin of the small ship.

They are a heibang organization in London that specializes in making huge profits through people smuggling.

Eight years after the end of the First World War, although the United States has sprung up suddenly, Britain is still the world's largest colonial power, and its international status is still strong.

Therefore, women in London, the capital of the United Kingdom, are naturally extremely valuable in some small countries.

Every country has poor people and every country has rich people. They are looking for women who are not bad looking from the slums in London. They were tricked and kidnapped in various ways, and then smuggled and sold to those rich men in small countries to satisfy their perverted hobbies.

As for the disappearance of women in slums, the general government will not pay too much attention to it.

"Hurry up!"

Standing on the shore, a well-dressed young man in a suit and tie, while smoking a cigarette, gave orders to those strong men.

He is one of the leaders in the organization and the person in charge of this transaction.

A fat man in his forties standing next to him smiled and said:

"Don't worry, I've already taken care of the people, it's safe here."

However, as soon as he finished speaking, the two street lights by the river suddenly went out, leaving only the car lights on the bank still on, but without the street lights, the light was obviously much worse.

"It's bad luck!"

The man in the suit complained when he saw this, but he didn't take it too seriously, he just thought it was because the street lamp was broken.

And the fat man next to him was obviously more vigilant than him. The moment the street lights went out, he turned his head and looked around.

"Someone is coming, be careful!"

Soon, Fatty noticed a figure running towards him from a distance at an extremely fast speed.

He wanted to draw his gun and shoot, but the speed of the figure was too fast, the gun was only half drawn, and he was already knocked out by a close-up punch.

Similarly, the man in the suit and the strong men who were still resisting the women were just stunned for a moment, before realizing what happened, they were immediately knocked down one by one by figures.

"It's good luck. Not long after I came out, I found a good practice object."

Looking at the few people on the ground, Li Chuan showed a satisfied smile on his face.

He moved back to the remote Foley family manor from the lively Diagon Alley where wizards gather, just to be able to secretly capture a few ordinary people as objects of magic practice.

Real knowledge comes from practice, and many magics that act on people, if they only rely on theoretical practice without practice objects, then the learning efficiency will naturally be low.

Many of those powerful black magics were invented by black wizards when they conducted cruel magic experiments on ordinary humans.

However, this kind of behavior will definitely not be recognized by the Ministry of Magic. Once Auror finds out, he will be wanted by the Ministry of Magic immediately and become one of those dark wizards hiding around.

So he chose to go back to a more remote manor, and then used physical skills instead of magic when arresting ordinary people, so that no traces of magic would be left to be tracked.

What's more, he chose scum that could be shot, and when he didn't need it later, he could kill it and bury it in the garden as fertilizer.

"It's your luck to meet me."

Taking the sack to pack these smuggled scumbags and temporarily putting them in the small cloth bag, Li Chuan thought for a while, took out the golden mask from the mission space, and walked to the cabin by the river.

All the women in the cabin had their hands tied, their mouths gagged, their eyes covered, and their bodies had obvious bruises from beatings.

At this time, they all shivered and huddled together, not daring to make any noise, for fear of being beaten and abused.

Raising his hand, he took off the blindfolds of the women and untied their ropes. Li Chuan looked at their bewildered faces but still did not dare to move, and said in a gentle voice:

"Okay, you're saved. I've driven those bad guys away. There's a car on the shore outside. Hurry up and go home!"

After finishing speaking, he didn't wait for the women to react, and left the cabin directly, and the few jumps disappeared.

Arresting people for experiments is the main purpose of coming out this time, and saving people is just a matter of convenience. He can't send these women home one by one, and he doesn't need their gratitude.

Because that has no value in improving his strength.

However, those saved women don't think so. For the rest of their lives, these women may think of the mysterious man wearing a golden mask like a god who rescued them from hell from time to time.

After returning to the clean manor that Barry had cleaned up with magic, Li Chuan released the people in the cloth bag on the basement floor, and tied them one by one to the cross that had been prepared during the day.

"Barry, come here!"

"Master, what are your orders?"

The house elf Barry instantly appeared in front of Li Chuan.

Li Chuan pointed to the eight people tied to the cross and said:

"These Muggles are villains who do all kinds of evil. I brought them back as objects for magic practice. You can take care of them a little bit, as long as they don't let them die of starvation or thirst."

House elves are the most loyal existences, even if their masters are dark wizards, pure villains who abuse them every day, they will still be loyal wholeheartedly.

Even an outlier like Dobby, who yearns for freedom, is often abused at Malfoy's house, and when he is not returned to freedom, he will not tell the secrets of Malfoy's house.

So Li Chuan was not worried that Barry would betray him and sue the Ministry of Magic.

"Yes, my lord, I will take care of these lowly Muggles."

Barry nodded respectfully, and then looked at the ordinary people tied to the cross with some disgust.

House-elfs are generally in ancient pure-blood families, so they have the same thinking as most pure-blood wizards, and they are born with contempt for Muggles without wizard blood, and Barry is not surprised.

Li Chuan didn't care about this.

The conflict between wizards and Muggles, between pure blood and half blood, these have nothing to do with him, they are all the same in his eyes.

The next day, after breakfast, he started his routine magic practice again, only this time in the basement.

"Flavive!"

"Torn apart!"

"Quick healing!"

"The flow is endless!"

"All petrified!"

"Stand up and stop dead!"

One by one, spells flew out of Li Chuan's wand and were thrown on the terrified gangsters. Their bodies turned into animals for a while, bleed for a while, and healed for a while.

And through the effect of the spell, Li Chuan also kept adjusting his posture and the speed of chanting the spell to ensure that the magic effect reached the most satisfactory level.