American comics: From Hogwarts to God on Earth

Rune pondered. These two teachers hadn't mistreated wizards; in fact, they'd treated the young wizards quite well. They weren't bad people, so there seemed to be no need to kill them. "Forget it," he thought, "I'll leave them to the Muggles and the Purifiers. They might erase these two Muggles' memories and then release them."

Thinking this, Rune cast a knockout spell on each of the two teachers, then looked at the group of young wizards who were screaming loudly, thinking their teachers were dead. They were the real troublemakers.

After listening to the child's screams for over thirty seconds, Rune frowned, his eyes filled with annoyance: "Enough!"

But the children showed no sign of stopping; in fact, they raised their voices even higher. To them, screaming seemed to be a form of resistance. However, the next second, Rune punched the wall hard, easily piercing the reinforced concrete, sending debris flying that hit Rune and some of the children.

The children's screams stopped instantly. Their eyes widened, their faces filled with terror, and they all stared at Rune, as if something had grabbed their necks, and they didn't dare to breathe.

Looking at this group of children, Rune had a terrible headache. He hadn't been married in his previous life, let alone had children, and he had no idea how to deal with them. However, Rune's clever little brain still came up with a good idea.

"Line up in two rows from shortest to tallest according to height," Rune shouted, making sure everyone could hear him. After a slightly chaotic but silent comparison of heights, the children lined up and looked at Rune expectantly.

"Now, follow me and don't fall behind." Rune said as he led the group of kids out of the basement. He didn't let them get their wands; he couldn't imagine what kind of trouble the young wizards would cause if they got their hands on them. Hogwarts already had a maniac named Seamus, what if another Junkrat appeared here?

The children inevitably saw the soldiers lying on the ground. However, since Rune had left them with intact corpses, most of the children assumed they were just taking a nap. Only a small number of older, more observant children noticed something was amiss. They still chose to follow Rune, but their faces were flushed, their lips trembled slightly, their hands gripped their clothes tightly, and their eyes were wide open, as if they might cry at any moment.

It wasn't that they didn't want to resist, but rather that resistance would be futile. Rune could pierce reinforced concrete with a casual punch—what did that mean? They might have studied protective spells, but their intuition told them that these things were probably as harmless as soda crackers to the man at the head of the group, crumbling at the slightest touch. Not to mention the incredible speed Rune had displayed when he captured the culture teacher earlier.

One of the little boys silently compared the difference between himself and his Charms teacher, then despairingly realized that the outcome of the Charms teacher fighting runes was no different from his own. If he was lucky, he would be left with a complete corpse like those soldiers; if he was unlucky… well, he was already dead, so it wouldn't be any worse, just a mess of pieces or random punches and kicks.

"Are all students trained through the master-apprentice system this strong?" the little boy wondered. Just a few days ago, his Charms teacher was spouting nonsense like, "Above Dumbledore, I'm one-for-one; below Dumbledore, I'm invincible." It seemed he was just bragging. He couldn't even beat this kid; how could he possibly fight the strongest wizard in the magical world?

Rune was unaware of what the little boy was thinking, otherwise he would have laughed at him. Bringing the entire magical world together for him to fight would only unlock Rune the rare achievement of a genocide.

Because Rune had flown there, he got lost for a while. Finally, unable to bear it any longer, Rune used magic to lift the young wizards up and flew them to the building that housed wizards who had received formal magical education. Just as he descended from the sky with the group of children, he found the soldiers at the gate unusually demoralized, with several lying on the ground.

"What's wrong?" Rune asked, frowning. Some unpleasant thoughts were surfacing in his mind, but the soldier's answer dispelled his doubts.

"Reporting...Sir!" a man stepped forward and answered, his lips tightly pressed together, his face etched with sorrow. After taking a deep breath, he continued, "The former commander has committed suicide out of guilt. I will carry out the deal you previously proposed."

Rune nodded, glancing back at the completely covered corpse beside him. It seemed to be the obsequious officer he'd spoken to earlier. So he said, "Wait a moment."

The children, having experienced the feeling of flying, had rosy cheeks and eyes sparkling with excitement. Ignoring Rune, they began chattering incessantly. Fortunately, once inside the laboratory, the horrifying images of human anatomy and other such things silenced them.

Rune led the children to the group of adult wizards and then turned to leave, leaving the young wizards and the adult wizards staring at each other in bewilderment.

Rune couldn't be bothered with these brats. The Slytherin students at Hogwarts had already enraged him once, and these kids, who had been misled by some ulterior motives, were probably even more unruly than the Slytherins.

It wasn't until Rune left the laboratory that the great wizards began to try to communicate with the young wizards.

Misha looked at the group of children and blinked. Were these the kidnapped little wizards? She picked a little girl who looked good to her, squatted down, looked directly at the little wizard, and began to talk to her.

Even teenagers who have been taught bad things aren't entirely beyond redemption. Just like those public intellectuals, weren't they taught to study hard, strive for excellence, and serve their country when they were young, only to grow up to be lackeys of foreigners? Similarly, these young wizards are capable of becoming normal wizards.

Misha was still somewhat alarmed. What seemed like blatant lies to ordinary wizards, easily debunked, appeared as gospel to the children. One of the more short-tempered wizards dragged the child he was talking to to the next room to show him the actions of these so-called righteous Muggles.

The newly formed worldview of these young wizards was shattered by the cold reality. The mangled bodies, the detailed dissections of organs, and the wounds on the great wizards—each detail left the young wizards utterly bewildered. Was everything they had learned wrong? Were the Muggles the bad guys, and the ordinary wizards the good guys?