Kano was dragged into an empty room, and a strange alchemy device clasped his hands.

Kano felt that the device suppressed the flow of magic in his body, essentially blocking his wandless ability to cast spells.

But it didn't matter, he could easily break this pair of handcuffs with his knight-level physical brute force alone.

After lying quietly for about an hour, he opened his eyes and acted as if he had a splitting headache.

Glancing around, the room was fairly clean, with no furnishings except for the bed under him and a small device on the heights.

The floor of the cell was painted crimson paint, and dim light filtered in through the window of the hallway.

"Canopus. Blake, we are the Immortals. A voice came from a small device in the room, and it seemed that it was also an alchemical object.

"You want to trade me for the Philosopher's Stone? I'm not that valuable. Kano said, holding his forehead.

"Don't underestimate yourself too much." The somewhat distorted voice chuckled dryly, "Just because of your status as the head of the Black family, Dumbledore won't dare to give up on you." ”

The sound of chains and footsteps sounded at the same time, and an old man with a dull look walked to the small window and put down a dinner plate.

"You can go out the day after tomorrow, let's have dinner first." The voice said.

The old man with a dull look seemed to roll his eyes twice when he saw Kano wearing alchemical handcuffs.

But when Kano looked closely, he reverted to his sluggish appearance.

He is not handcuffed and can move freely here. The only explanation is that he is an ordinary person in captivity.

In the eyes of wizards, ordinary people are not as much of a threat as young wizards.

Kano stood up and walked to the window to pick up the plate. Then the old man suddenly whispered something in muffled French.

"Did we win?"

Cano looked at the old man, who was about sixty or seventy years old, and replied in a low voice: "If you are talking about World War II, then France has been recovered." ”

The old man took a closer look at Kano's appearance, and quickly stuffed him with a piece of cloth.

Kano's face remained unchanged, and he took the plate back into the room, and while eating bread and soup on the bed, he unfolded the cloth and looked at it.

"In the spring of 1944, more than 300 members of my guerrilla detachment entered this cave while sheltering from the rain in the mountains."

"The wizard with the stick came out of the ground, subdued us, and imprisoned us."

"One by one, the comrades-in-arms were controlled, taken away, and never appeared again."

"I was only 13 years old at the time, and my older comrades-in-arms had all left, and I was the last one."

"If you see this, then this time, it's my turn."

Kano silently twisted the pieces of cloth into fibers by hand and sprinkled them in the corners.

Fleur's voice sounded in her heart again: "Kano, is he a French partisan during World War II?" ”

"Perhaps, this underground base may be even more evil than I thought." Kano replied in his mind.

"Your location has been locked, do you need Auror support?"

"Not yet, I want to see what the hell they're doing here."

After a night of silence, Kano didn't make any moves, as if he had really lost all his strength.

At noon the next day, it was the same veteran who came to deliver the food, but this time, the door to the room opened on its own.

"Mr. Canopus, please wash up first." The voice sounded from the gadget again, "In order to ensure that tomorrow's exchange event goes smoothly, I will let this ingredient accompany you on a tour of our base." ”

The veteran stood in front of the door without saying a word. When Kano heard the title of "raw material", his expression twitched uncontrollably.

He had probably guessed the function of this base, and a rag of anger burned in his heart.

After lunch, wash up. The old man dragged the chains, and slowly led Kano down the corridor.

As the two of them marched, one iron gate after another fell behind them.

Kano saw that on this side of the gate, there were quite a few people scratching the notches from their fingernails.

"Next, I'm going to introduce you to the precious experimental products here." The voice said with some smugness, "Please remain calm and sensible. ”

Suddenly a room with large pieces of transparent material appeared on either side of the hallway, and it was pitch black inside.

"The first test subject at our base is this."

The room on the left suddenly lit up, revealing a large gray mollusk.

Its body had countless spots on its surface, curled up in a ball under the stimulation of the light.

Kano turned off the visual communication for the first time, but Fleur still saw the creature.

"We magically transformed a person into this, and then we kept feeding it until it is alive today."

"Although it lacks human intelligence, we have indeed broken the limit of human lifespan, which is a milestone in our research." The voice said with some pride.

The room went out, and Kano gritted his teeth.

In his perception, this artificially created "it" has been wailing, crying.

"Kano, open up your vision." Fleur said with the same suppressed anger.

Kano ignored Fleur's call, just retaining hearing for her.

"This one on the right hand is a set of specimens."

The room on the right lit up, and it was filled with a wall of shriveled corpses that had lost part of their skulls and a brain soaked in liquid.

This time, the breathing of the old man next to him, who looked like a dead man, became disordered.

"We also don't want to lose the human form and intelligence, so the next project is the study of brain metastasis."

"This brain survived for a total of five years in the bodies of eighteen men of different ages. Unfortunately, in the end, it didn't respond. ”

As they moved forward, more and more distorted creatures of life and death appeared before them.

Human body to human body, animal to animal, human body to animal...

Fleur sobbed softly in the psychic connection, and Kano's fist clenched tighter and tighter.

On the contrary, it was the veteran next to him, who seemed to be slowly coming to life, and his eyes were refocused.

The end of the hallway suddenly opens up, and below is a huge space.

A strange creature that seems to be a fusion of humans and mosquitoes is folding its wings and pretending to sleep underneath.

"Tomorrow, after Nicolemel exchanges the Philosopher's Stone with you, we want you to kill him directly and make the Philosopher's Stone disappear." The voice said calmly.

"Nicol is really going to die this time..."

"Ha, who would give up eternal life?" The voice said mockingly.

"What if I say no?" Kano asked rhetorically.

"The following is a by-product of the Consciousness Transfer Project, which manipulates human actions by injecting bodily fluids. I advise you not to be ignorant. ”

"There is no evidence, let this ingredient show you the effect."

The huge monster flew up from below, flapping its wings, and when it saw the old man's face, it seemed to be stunned for a moment.

"What are you going to do with the ingredients?" In the surveillance room, the street performer turned his head to look at the actual controller of the base, an old wizard with goosebumps.

"Let the raw materials gnaw the flesh off your arm in front of the kid." The old wizard said lightly, "Enough to scare him." ”