Chapter 459：

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Dungeon.

Instructor Shizuka stood outside the cell, looking at Musashi who had lost a lot of weight in four days, and said sadly: "Why do you want to come back, Musashi-kun."

Musashi looked at that familiar face and said hoarsely: "I have experienced a lot outside, and I found that I can't escape."

"This shouldn't be your fate," Teacher Shizuka sobbed, "You shouldn't be like this."

"From the moment I stepped into that room, the outcome was destined."

Musashi looked at his much rougher palms and smiled bitterly: "Big Bear and the others all want to kill me because I cheated and escaped."

"When I left there, what happened in the back of the room would be repeated every night."

Covering his head in pain, Musashi's voice was as hoarse as a beached fish, and he roared: "You know, look at those people who are as ignorant as me, those who are being studied and electrocuted to death!"

He rushed to the cell door and screamed wildly: "Why do you want to come back, Shizuka, you should stay away from this hell!"

Musashi's expression was crazy, with confusion and anger in his eyes.

Shizuka backed away repeatedly, her face turned pale, and she muttered with her lips: "I, I want to protect them."

"You can't protect them, Shizuka." Musashi said, "These secrets have been here for decades. As long as Principal Shige is still here, there is nothing you can do."

"But even if I escape, then there is no hope at all." Shizuka said stubbornly.

Musashi let go of his hand and sat down slumped.

"Are you resenting me for not saving your brother?"

"No, please don't think so, Musashi-kun." Shizuka explained quickly, "I know you have been outside these years, and you have sent money for us."

"Sometimes it's a small amount, sometimes it's a large amount."

"You paid for each of these money with your life," Shizuka said softly, "I know you want to protect the children, but this is not the answer after all."

"Only by cutting them off completely can they be rescued."

Musashi stared blankly at the woman with whom he was once the best friend. He had been making crazy money outside these years just to be able to forgive his sins.

But his evasion seemed so cowardly in front of Shizuka's courage to stand up.

Musashi said: "You will not succeed, not only heavy, but also big people are also involved."

Shizuka didn't speak, but her eyes were filled with moving strength.

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Half a month has passed.

John compresses his time every day and only sleeps for two hours. If he doesn't have a second more, he will get up and continue watching.

With his unremitting efforts, he has initially mastered the bond magic.

He was ready to leave.

When he opened the library door, Principal Zhong was already standing outside.

John asked strangely: "You don't have to go to class?"

The old man seemed to have forgotten that he was the principal, and even greeted him.

Principal Zhong said with a smile: "Your Excellency Silverhand may not know that today is a holiday for the students, and they have all left school and gone back."

"Really?" John said indifferently, "Then I'll take my leave."

"etc."

A strange color flashed under Principal Zhong's cloudy eyes, and he smiled and said, "Your Excellency Silver Hand, aren't you curious about what is behind that door?"

"To be honest, that is a research project that the school has participated in in recent years."

"Research project?" John frowned.

"That's right," Principal Zhong invited, "I wonder if Lord Silverhand would be interested?"

"That is a project jointly participated by the Institute of Magic and the Ministry of Magic. I would like to invite you to come in, and I hope you can give us guidance in this regard."

Principal Zhong was very optimistic about John's status as the second king and said, "My friend said that only Mr. Silverhand has the ability to help us."

"Interesting," John chuckled, "That friend of yours seems to admire me very much?"

"That's why I respect you so much."

Principal Chong invited John to go to that door.

The sealed door was pushed open by Principal Zhong.

The door opened with a creak.

A heavy, long and harsh sound came.

Behind it is a staircase leading into darkness.

Principal Zhong's smile looked extremely strange in the dim environment.

John squinted his eyes, wanting to see what the deal was.

He walked inside.

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Chapter 483 Research on Magic

It was a deep and dark corridor.

For John, there was no impression.

But…

John stared at Principal Zhong in front of him. This guy was neither a demon hunter nor possessed of the same night demon blessing as himself. Why didn't he need to turn on the light?

It seemed that he didn't notice John's doubts about him, and Principal Zhong was still talking.

"Sir Silverhand, what do you think is the nature of magic?"

"Magic?" John said calmly, "Energy and emotion."

Principal Zhong's footsteps paused, and at that moment, John saw the surprised expression on his face.

"Yes, that's right, emotion!"

Principal Zhong was very excited, just like dew meets after a long drought, 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 stronger emotional impact than Muggles."

"This allows us to control magic through our own minds."

He seemed to be an old scholar, talking eloquently.

"It is difficult for young wizards to control their power well due to their unstable emotions. Their emotions fluctuate violently, but the magical effects they create are unexpectedly powerful."

Young wizards will go on a magical rampage when they are young. For example, when Harry was not yet in school, he used a disappearing spell to change a pane of glass.

Such an exquisite disappearing spell, if you ask Harry to cast it now, it won't be half as effective.

Principal Zhong's theory was not just verbal talk. He said: "You should have heard of the Obscurus, right? Its predecessor, the Obscurus, was born from the little wizard."

"In my opinion, as a wizard grows, his power continues to weaken."

"The young wizard should be the most powerful."

The more John listened, the more he frowned.

What nonsense is this old boy talking about?

The smaller, the stronger?

Stop talking nonsense.

It's like a glass of water. When you were a child, you would just throw it out. The effect would be considerable, but it would disappear soon after the power is released.

On the other hand, as an adult wizard, after years of study and fighting, he knows how to restrain himself.

It's like installing a faucet, 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 take action regardless of the situation, you can explode with higher power than when you were young.

It’s definitely not the old man’s nonsense that childhood is the pinnacle of life.

You want the current Dumbledore to meet him as a child?

Xiao Deng will definitely be beaten out by Old Deng.

Scoffing at the idea of ​​re-principal, John continued.

After a corner, there is a little fluorescent light coming out from there.

After walking over, it was a huge hollow room.

There is a dense root system above, each one connected to a transparent glass.

Principal Zhong said with a smile: "In my opinion, some Muggles also have the potential to become wizards. They have similar structures to wizards. Children born to the same Muggles have a probability of becoming wizards."

"In that case, why don't we start with Muggles."

"Use an emotional stimulation method to allow Muggles to transcend their limits and become a wizard."

John stood there, with people wearing protective clothing below him.

He saw the personnel in protective clothing opening a glass tank connected to the root system. Inside was a wet child with more than a dozen electrodes inserted into his head and body.

And underneath this huge cave is a sunken pit filled with viscous liquid.

John saw countless corpses under the viscous liquid.

Some of the corpses had words familiar to him written on them.

"Sir Silverhand, 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. We don't care about the casualties of wizards, as long as there are enough Muggles, we can keep transforming."

John's eyes were fixedly staring down at the child who was taken out, shouting in horror.

The person wearing protective clothing coldly activated the switch, and the electric current penetrated the child's body, causing him to let out a heart-rending roar.

Several people were there recording data.

Black smoke came out of the child's body. A man noticed it and turned off the current.

But it was too late, the child was incontinent and leaking fluid, and his body had lost its vitality.

The recording staff on the side said indifferently: "Send it to the Night Travel Division to see if you can join the Hundred Ghosts."

Hearing this, a man came over and picked up the child and left.

The child's body was sent to another department.

That's a Muggle child.

The purpose of these people's experiments is to use severe pain to stimulate the children's magical talents, so that they can become wizards as Principal Zhong said.

The corpses surrounded by viscous liquid told John how many Muggles they had killed for this experiment.

And that viscous liquid is a kind of magic potion.

A thing that can keep people alive inside.

The price is another life.

This is undoubtedly evil.

Under the most beautiful cherry blossom tree, there are countless corpses piled up.

On the trees with lush flowers and leaves, blood and bones turned pink after being crushed.

"I have always believed that school is about teaching and educating people." John took a deep breath to keep himself calm. "Even Durmstrang, who teaches dark magic, has no examples of catching Muggles for experiments."

"Your Excellency Silverhand, Muggles are the most worthless things." Principal Zhong said with a smile, "Their reproductive capabilities are astonishing, just like sows that continuously give birth to piglets, and the speed of death is far less than the speed of their reproduction. speed."

"I discovered this in another country. I went to that country with the army, and there I found my own experimental paradise." Principal Zhong said obsessedly.

"We have experienced failure, but this is just a small low."