I swung a sword at Hogwarts

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dungeon.

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

Musashi looked at the familiar face and said hoarsely: "I went through a lot outside, and I found that I couldn'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 ending was doomed."

Musashi looked at his roughened palms and smiled bitterly, "Big Bear and the others wanted to kill me because I cheated and then ran away."

"When I left there, everything that happened in the back of the room would happen again every night."

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

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

Musashi looked crazy, with confusion and anger in his eyes.

Shizuka stepped back repeatedly, her face pale, and she whispered, "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, you can't do anything."

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

Musashi loosened his hand and sat down dejectedly.

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

"No, please don't think like that, Musashi-kun." Shizuka explained quickly, "I know you've been out all these years, and you sent money for us."

“Sometimes it’s a small amount, sometimes it’s a large amount.”

"Every penny of this money was earned with your life," Shizuka said gently, "I know you want to protect the children, but this is not a solution after all."

"Only by completely cutting it off can we free them."

Musashi stared blankly at the woman who used to be his best friend. He had been working like crazy to make money over the years just to be able to forgive his sins.

But his escape seemed so cowardly in front of Shizuka's brave step forward.

Musashi said, "You won't succeed. Not only Shige, but also big shots are involved."

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

...

Half a month has passed.

John compressed his time every day and only slept for two hours. Without a second more, he would get up and continue watching.

With his unremitting efforts, he has already gained a preliminary grasp of binding magic.

He is ready to leave.

When I opened the door of the library, Principal Chong was already standing outside.

John asked curiously, "Don't you have to go to class?"

The old man seemed to have forgotten that he was the principal and actually greeted me.

Principal Chong said with a smile, "Your Excellency Silver Hand may not know that today is the students' holiday and they have all left school and returned."

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

"and many more."

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

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

"Research project?" John frowned.

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

"That is a joint project between 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 some advice in this regard."

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

"Interesting," John chuckled, "That friend of yours seems to hold me in high regard?"

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

Principal Chong invited John to go to that door.

The sealed door was pushed open forcefully by Principal Chong.

The door creaked open.

A heavy, long and harsh sound was heard.

At the back was a staircase leading into darkness.

Principal Chong's smile looked extremely strange in that dim environment.

John narrowed his eyes, wanting to see what the secret was.

He walked inside.

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Chapter 483: Research on Magic

It was a deep, dark corridor.

For John, there was no impression.

but……

John stared at the principal in front of him. This guy was neither a demon hunter nor had the power of the Night Demon like himself. Why didn't he turn on the lights?

Principal Chong seemed not to notice John's doubt about him and continued talking.

"Mr. Silverhand, what do you think the essence of magic is?"

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

Principal Chong paused, and at that moment, John saw the expression of surprise on his face.

"Yes, that's right, emotions!"

Principal Chong was very excited, as if he had finally found a drop of sweet rain after a long drought, a thousand-mile horse had found its best rider, or a mountain stream had found its soulmate.

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

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

He was like an old scholar, talking there.

"Young wizards have unstable emotions, so it is difficult for them to control their power well. Their emotions fluctuate violently, and the magic effects they create are unexpectedly powerful."

Young wizards may have magical outbursts when they are young. For example, Harry once used a Vanishing Charm to make a piece of glass disappear before he even started school.

If you ask Harry to cast such a delicate Vanishing Charm now, he won't be able to achieve half the effect.

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

"In my opinion, as wizards grow older, their power is weakening."

"Child wizards should be at their most powerful."

John frowned the more he listened.

What nonsense is this old guy talking about.

The smaller, the stronger?

Stop talking.

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

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

It was like having a faucet installed so he could control his own size.

But often those wizards are bound by the faucet, and their power becomes weaker over time.

When you are able to control your own faucet, or take action regardless of the consequences, you can unleash greater power than when you were a child.

It's definitely not that this old man is talking nonsense that childhood is the pinnacle of his life.

Why don’t you let the present Dumbledore meet his childhood self?

Little Deng will definitely be beaten to death by Old Deng.

Scoffing at the notion of a heavy principal, John continued.

After turning a corner, there was a little fluorescence coming out from there.

After walking over, it turned out to be a huge hollow room.

There are dense roots above, each of which is connected to a transparent glass.

The principal smiled and said, "In my opinion, some Muggles also have the potential to become wizards. They are similar to wizards in structure, and children born to Muggles have a chance of becoming wizards."

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

"To stimulate emotions so that a Muggle can transcend his limits and become a wizard."

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

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

And below this huge cave is a sunken pit with a sticky liquid.

John saw countless corpses under the sticky liquid.

Some of the bodies had familiar words written on them.

"Mr. Silverhand, I sincerely invite you to join my experiment." Principal Chong said enthusiastically, "As long as we master this method, we can create an army. We don't need to care about the casualties of wizards. As long as there are enough Muggles, we can continue to transform."

John stared down, the child who was brought out screamed in horror.

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

Several people were there recording data.

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

But it was too late. The child had lost control of the fluid and his body had lost its vitality.

The recorder on the side said indifferently: "Send it to the Night Travel Department to see if it can join the Hundred Ghosts."

Hearing this, a man came over and carried the child away.

The child's body was sent to another department.

That was a Muggle child.

The purpose of these experiments was to use severe pain to stimulate the children's magical talents so that they could become wizards as Principal Chong said.

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

And that sticky liquid is a magic potion.

Something that can keep people alive inside.

The price is another life.

This is undoubtedly evil.

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

On the leafy and flowery trees was the pink and white color of blood and crushed bones.

"I have always believed that schools are for teaching and educating people." John took a deep breath and kept himself calm. "Even Durmstrang, which teaches dark magic, has never captured Muggles for experiments."

"Your Excellency Silver Hand, Muggles are the least valuable thing." Principal Zhong said with a smile, "Their reproductive ability is astonishing, just like a sow that keeps giving birth, and the speed of death is far slower than their birth rate." speed."

"This is what I discovered in another country. I went to that country with the army, and there I found my own experimental paradise," said Principal Chong obsessed.

"We've had failures, but this is just a small low point."