It was a deep and dark corridor.
For John, there was little impression.
But……
John stared at the principal 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?
Principal Zhong didn't seem to notice John's doubts about him, and he 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, emotions!"
Principal Zhong was very excited, just like dew met after a long drought, a thousand-mile horse meeting Bole, and a bosom friend meeting 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 minds."
He seemed to be an old scholar, talking eloquently.
"Because young wizards are emotionally unstable, it is difficult to control their power well. Their emotions fluctuate violently, but the magical effects they create are unexpectedly powerful."
Little 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. He said, "You must have heard of the Obscurus, right? Its predecessor, the Obscurus, was born from the little wizard."
"It seems to me that as a wizard grows, his power continues to weaken."
"Young wizards should be at their most powerful."
The more John listened, the more he frowned.
What nonsense is this old boy talking about?
The smaller, the stronger?
Stop talking.
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 wouldn't take long for the power to be released and it would disappear.
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 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 take action regardless of all odds, 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.
Do you want the current Dumbledore to meet him as a child?
Xiao Deng will definitely be beaten out of his wits by Old Deng.
Scoffing at the notion of re-principalizing, John continued.
After a corner, there's a little fluorescent light coming out that way.
After walking through, it was a huge hollow room.
There is a dense root system above, each one connected to a transparent glass. ..
Principal Chong 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 a way to stimulate emotions, so that Muggles can transcend their limits and become a wizard."
John stood there, with people wearing protective suits below.
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.
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.
"Sir Silverhand, I sincerely invite you to join me in this experiment." Principal Zhong said enthusiastically
Said, "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 continue to transform."
John's eyes were fixedly staring down at the child who was taken out, screaming 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 was coming out of the child's body, and a man noticed it and turned off the electricity.
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 Hyakki."
Hearing this, a man came over, picked up the child and left.
The child's body was sent to another department.
It was 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.
Something 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 piles of corpses.
The flowers and leaves on the trees are pink and white after being crushed with blood and bones.
"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 arts, has never caught Muggles for experiments."
"Sir 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 their death rate 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 with obsession.
"We have experienced failure, but this is just a small low point."
"Human experimentation, a war criminal is still here and proud." John sneered.
Principal Zhong looked at John and said enthusiastically: "Sir Silverhand, please join us."
"I have wanted to cooperate with you for a long time, not only because of your influence, but also because of your extremely powerful power despite being a Muggle!"
Principal Zhong went completely crazy. He scratched the scar on the top of his head like a monkey, until blood flowed from the scar, and 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 glanced at John.
John said calmly: "I see. No wonder you generously let me stay in the library for half a month. Are you preparing something?"
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 was more willing to close the library for an outsider.
It turns 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 a Muggle-born? Maybe you can tell me, what is your friend's name?"
John was very curious about the principal revealing his identity.
His identity as Johnny Silverhand was revealed to the outside world, but he never told anyone about his bloodline. Only those who knew that he was born as a Muggle could only know his true identity.
Principal Zhong smiled evilly and said: "Of course, my friend, Lord Silverhand is no stranger to you. 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 was as talented as you.
Unparalleled gift. "
"Later I heard that he died in a foreign country, but he suddenly came to me last year. Only then did I know that there was another extremely talented wizard named John Wick."
The principal stopped pretending and smiled proudly, "Your body is not as fragile as those of Muggles. Your blood must have unusual effects."
Looking at every part of John greedily, he said: "Under the mask of the legendary Second King, there is a child who is only seventeen years old."
"You still have a lot of potential, let me inspire it for you, Silverhand-dono!"
There were many wizards around, and John also discovered that several of them seemed to be Aurors.
With his crazy look, how can he be a good example to others?
John drew his wand.
Principal Zhong was confident and said with a smile: "Sir Silverhand, you should notice the difference here."
Hearing this, John looked up.
This place has densely packed runes posted on it.
After half a month of study, John recognized the above function.
Sealing spell.
These talismans are posted here, forming a magical realm that suppresses the wizards within it.
"Even the terrifying Second King, without the ability to use magic, can only be a lamb to be slaughtered."
A tall man came up behind Principal Zhong and respectfully handed him a knife.
Principal Zhong took the knife and pulled it out.
The blade of the sword shone with a cold light, and Principal Zhong said obsessively: "Compared to magic, I still prefer the collision of swords."
Brushing the blade with his fingers, he said: "The name of the sword is Mitsuichi Kawahira. I once followed the army and was given a precious sword by the emperor."
Staring at John's silver mask, he grinned to reveal his incomplete teeth.
"Don't worry, Lord Silverhand, I will make you more perfect. In that perfect body, it won't hurt to lose some limbs."
The picture is poor and the dagger can be seen.
Principal Zhong continued: "Don't even think about escaping. No one can open that door unless it's me."
Looking out of the corner of his eye, John saw dozens of people approaching him in an encirclement manner.
"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 thirty 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 did not put away his wand, but changed his position to hold it upside down.
John smiled evilly: "Before we start, does anyone want to go out?"
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