It was a dark, dark corridor.

For John, there was little impression.

But......

John stared at the heavy principal in front of him, this guy is neither a witcher, nor is he blessed by a night demon like himself, why doesn't he need to turn on the light?

It didn't seem to notice John's confusion about him, and Principal Chong was still talking.

"Your Excellency Silverhand, what do you think is the essence of magic?"

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

The headmaster's footsteps paused, and at that moment, John saw the look of surprise on his face.

"Yes, that's right, emotion!"

Principal Chong was very excited, just like a long-term drought and nectar, Bole met by a thousand-mile horse, and a bosom friend who met in the mountains and rivers.

He smiled and said, "As wizards, we have a stronger emotional impact than Muggles."

"This allows us to manipulate magic with our own minds."

He was like an old pedant, talking there.

"Young wizards are emotionally unstable, so it is difficult for them to control their power well, and their emotions fluctuate violently, but the magical effects caused by them are surprisingly powerful."

Young wizards have magical rampages when they are young, such as Harry, who used a vanishing charm to break away a glass when he was not yet in school.

With that subtle vanishing spell, you ask Harry to cast it now, and it won't do half the effect.

Principal Chong's theory is not just words, he said, "You must have heard of Silence, right? Its predecessor, the Silent One, was born from the Young Wizards."

"It seems to me that as the wizard grows, that power is constantly weakening."

"Young wizards are supposed to be at their strongest."

The more John listened, the more frowning.

What is this old boy talking nonsense?

The smaller the stronger?

Don't.

It's like a glass of water, you will splash it directly when you are a child, and the effect is considerable, but it will not take long for the power to disappear after it is vented.

On the other hand, an adult wizard, after years of studying and fighting, 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 after a long time, it becomes less powerful.

When you are able to control your own faucet, or do whatever it takes, you can burst out with a higher power than when you were a child.

It's definitely not this old man's nonsense, when he was a child, he was the pinnacle of his life.

Did you let the current Dumbledore meet when he was a child?

Xiao Deng will definitely be beaten out of the by Lao Deng.

Turning his nose up at the notion of a heavy principal, John continued.

After a corner, there's a little fluorescence coming out of there.

When I walked over, it was a huge hollow room.

There is a dense system of roots above, each of which is attached to a transparent glass.

Headmaster said with a smile, "It seems to me that some Muggles also have the potential to become wizards, they are similar in structure to wizards, and children born to the same Muggles have a chance to become wizards."

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

"In an emotionally stimulating way, Muggles can push their limits and become wizards."

John stood there, below him were men in hazmat suits.

He saw the protective suit personnel open a glass trough connecting the root system, and inside was a child with a wet head and body with more than a dozen electrodes.

Underneath this huge cavern is a hollow cavern with a viscous liquid.

John saw countless corpses under the viscous liquid.

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

"Your Excellency Silver Hand, I cordially invite you to join me in this experiment." Rector feverishly

"With this method in mind, we can create an army, and we don't care about wizard casualties, as long as there are enough Muggles, we can keep converting."

John's eyes were fixed on the child who had been brought out, screaming in horror.

The personnel in the hazmat suit indifferently activated the switch, and the electricity penetrated the child's body, causing him to let out a heart-rending roar.

Several people are there to record the data.

Black smoke rose from the child's body, and one person found out and turned off the current.

But it's too late, the child is incontinent and the fluid is leaking, and the body has lost its vitality.

The recorder on the side said indifferently, "Send it to the Night Walking Division to see if you can join the Hundred Ghosts."

Hearing this, a person came over and carried the child away

The child's body is sent to another department.

It was a Muggle kid.

The purpose of these experiments was to stimulate the child's magical talent with severe pain, so that he could become a wizard, as Principal Shige's say.

The viscous liquid around the corpses told John how many Muggles they had killed for the experiment.

And that viscous liquid is a magic potion.

Something that keeps a person alive in it.

At the cost of another life.

This is undoubtedly evil.

Under the most beautiful cherry blossom trees, there are countless corpses.

The trees with lush flowers and foliage are pink and white after the blood and bones are crushed.

"I've always believed that schools are about teaching and educating people." John took a deep breath to keep himself calm, "Even Durmstrang, who teaches dark arts, doesn't have an example of catching Muggles for experiments."

"Your Excellency, Muggles are the least valuable thing." "Their ability to reproduce is amazing, like sows that lay their calves non-stop, and the rate of death is far less than the speed at which they can reproduce."

"I found it in another country, and I went with the army to that country, where I found my own experimental paradise." Principal Chong said obsessively.

"We've had failures, but it's only a small low."

"Human experiments, a war criminal, are still proud here." John scoffed.

Headmaster looked at John and said feverishly, "Your Excellency Silver Hand join us."

"I've wanted to work with you for a long time, not just because of your influence, but also because of your Muggle-born power!"

Headmaster was completely insane, scratching at the scar on the top of his head like a monkey until the scar was bleeding, and he didn't stop.

"You're the most special, no Muggle wizard has ever reached your talent, you must be the best material to study."

His greedy gaze swept over 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 they met, Principal Chong was particularly enthusiastic.

He didn't mind the school's ancient books being looked at by outsiders, and preferred to seal the library for an outsider.

It turned out that everything was premeditated.

He invited John, and if he didn't agree, he would resort to other means.

"I'm curious, how do you know I'm Muggle-born, maybe you can tell me what your friend's name is?"

John was very curious about the Principal's revelation of his identity.

The identity of Johnny Silverhand has never been revealed to the public, and he can only know that he is Muggle-born, and only those who know his true identity.

Principal Zhong smiled and said, "Of course, my friend, Your Excellency Silver Hand is no stranger, his name is ......."

"Voldemort."

It dawned on John that only Voldemort could possibly do so.

Principal Chong continued, "Thirty years ago, a wizard came here across the ocean, and he was just like you

It's amazing."

"Then I heard that he died in a foreign country, but he suddenly came to me last year, and I learned that there was another wizard named John Wick who was extremely talented."

The headmaster smiled proudly, "Your body is not as fragile as those Muggles, and 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 not more than seventeen years old."

"You still have a lot of potential, let me inspire it for you, Lord Silverhand!"

Several wizards had appeared in the area, and John also discovered that several of them appeared to be Aurors.

He looks crazy, where is there a teacher?

John drew his wand.

Principal Chong was emboldened, and said with a smile, "Your Excellency Silver Hand, you should notice the difference here."

Hearing this, John looked up.

This place, there is a dense network of runes posted on it.

After half a month of study, John recognized the role above.

Closure Spell.

These talismans are posted here, forming a magical realm in which the wizards are suppressed.

"Even the terrible Second King, when he can't use magic, can only be a lamb to the slaughter."

A tall man came up behind Principal Chong and respectfully handed him a knife.

Principal Heavy took the knife and pulled it out.

The blade shone coldly, and the headmaster said obsessively, "I still prefer the collision of swords to magic."

Brushing his fingers over the blade, he said, "The name of the sword is Mitsumichi Kawahei, and the old man once followed the army and was given a precious sword by the emperor."

Staring at John's silver mask, he grinned and showed his broken teeth.

"Don't worry, Your Excellency Silverhand, I will make you more perfect, and in that perfect body, it will not hurt to have a few limbs removed."

Show one’s true colors in the end.

Principal Chong continued, "Don't try to run away, no one can open that door unless it's me."

John looked around, and dozens of people were already approaching him in a surrounding manner.

"Can't use magic?" John asked, "And this good thing?"

There are more than 100 people in this place.

If a wizard with more than thirty people did it to himself, John would not dare to say that he could win.

But you said that thirty people were fighting with themselves......

Instead of putting his wand away, he shifted his position to an upside-down grip.

John smiled wickedly, "Is there anyone else going out before we start?"

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