Luckily the main story is at Hogwarts

"So, think about it now, what is so special about you?"

The man whispered again, coughed out a mouthful of blood, leaned against the wall, and looked at Jessica and the others calmly.

This guy is naturally Patient Zero, Mr. Potter.

As Ciel has always emphasized, he is here to study the nature of magical creatures and the nature of magic, not to torture for the sake of torture.

Naturally, Mr. Potter would not be tortured into inhuman form in just a few days.

In fact, during this period, in addition to a few blood samples being extracted from Mr. Porter, even the observation of cells was based on oral cells.

The treatment is countless times better than falling into the hands of the Voodoo Cult.

Although the Voodoo Cult will not torture him, but think about the types of guys that the Voodoo Cult is made up of, you will know that Mr. Porter is a white man, and staying in the Voodoo Cult itself is already a kind of torture. .

"There's nothing special about us."

Jessica understood what Mr. Potter meant.

Although I still don't quite believe it, I already understand their actual situation.

But, they are really just ordinary people.

"Whatever you say."

Potter didn't mind her answer.

He was curious, but not to the point where he had to understand. Besides, what happened to ordinary people? Ordinary people are also very valuable, right?

Because once the research on the evil wizard makes progress, how to verify it?

At this time, ordinary people will naturally be useful.

Mr. Porter takes a long-term view.

"When can we see Xia, Xiaer."

Jessica asked quickly again.

"Breakfast and dinner."

Mr. Potter replied.

He knew that people like Jessica might not have given up yet.

"Two meals a day, you won't be hungry, but the taste is just average. I suspect that guy may be an Englishman."

Jessica finally calmed down.

She sat on the ground silently, looking at the ground in a daze, not knowing what she was thinking.

Above, the body of a mutated creature was placed in front of Ciel.

Next to him was Madison, who looked disgusted.

"Bah!"

As the scalpel sliced ​​open the dirty chest skin of the mutated creature, a stream of foul-smelling blood spurted out instantly.

Madison, who was wearing goggles, was very excited and hid far away. He pinched his nose, looked at the pretentious Ciel, and couldn't help but complain.

"I don't know what you're working on." x

"But are you sure it makes sense?"

The harvest was huge and could be called a bumper harvest.

Not only a lot of ordinary people were added in one breath, but also a whole family of mutant creatures.

But the only thing that hasn't changed is Ciel's experimental level.

After all, he is not a professional researcher. He doesn't know anything about biology, chemistry, or other fields.

Even in the field of magic potions, he gained rich experimental experience by brushing formula drops and accumulating a lot of experience in mixing ratios.

Even though his scalpel didn't shake at all, the incision was the same as before. Madison suspected that Charles might not even be able to identify the internal organs. x

This is normal.

The actual object and the illustrated explanation are completely different.

"Damn it."

Ciel, who was under the Bubble Curse, took a deep breath.

Wiping on the blood, he looked at the puddle in front of him that was mixed with blood and other unknown liquids, like a big pot of tomato soup, and looked a little confused.

Yes, as Madison said, he couldn't even identify the most basic organs.

Before, he only had Patient Zero in his hands. Shengtong was special. Jason only had half an arm and didn't know how to do high-end operations like planing.

Now that he had the corpse of the mutated creature in his hands, Ciel could give it a try.

Then he realized that this was completely different from the basic anatomy he took before going to bed last night. Where were the heart, kidneys, and lungs?

Could it be that this guy Madison secretly stuffed oblivion grass under his pillow?

Ciel was somewhat silent while holding the scalpel.

Although mutated creatures are mutated creatures, they were still humans before mutating. Although there have been changes, the changes will not be too big.

Why didn't he recognize it at all?

Seeing Ciel's confusion and Madison's smile in the distance, she came up with a great idea.

"Let me get you a reference."

She said.

"what"

Ciel turned his head slightly sluggishly.

"A normal human being."

"As a comparison."

"I think Jessica is good." 0

"She is so beautiful, and her intestines must be more beautiful than normal people, right?"

Madison's malice was unabashed.

Ciel came back from his daze and thought for a moment.

"Okay, but bring Franny here."

"I think Jessica is better."

"Just Franny."

"Ok."

Madison shrugged reluctantly and turned towards the side door.

Taking advantage of Madison's time to go down to the dungeon, Charles pulled off his rubber gloves, lit his wand, and fixed the dissected corpse in front of him to prevent the internal organs from being displaced due to the open air.

I have to say that he did encounter a problem.

Although he had been mentally prepared before, after actually taking action, Ciel found that this was far more difficult than imagined.

Science and magic are two completely different fields, and whether it is the former or the latter, he actually only has a partial understanding of it.

Even for magic, he has a lot of gaming experience and is proficient in various spells, unpopular magic, weird knowledge and hidden secrets.

An experiment on the nature of magic

In the game, it is the core of system operation and there is nothing to study.

The initial experiments used a lot of conventional biological knowledge. Charles was not a biology major. After this period of experimentation, he discovered that he was not a genius who could draw inferences from one example.

To achieve the level of a normal researcher from zero to more than ten years of education in just a few days, Charles felt that this was quite difficult.

Fortunately, there is no solution.

He still has a system.

Similar discoveries should be prompted in the system, just like learning a new magic by yourself, or successfully improving a certain magic.

Of course, there are no prompts so far. Ciel doesn't know whether this road is dead or because he hasn't encountered it yet.

With systematic prompts, it is equivalent to one step of transformation of incomprehensible knowledge. On this basis, it will be much easier to understand.

If this road doesn't work, there is no other way.

Ciel is not proficient in these aspects of knowledge, but there are people who are, and presumably they will be willing to help.

"Om."

The notebook in my arms suddenly vibrated.

Charles calmly pulled off the other rubber glove, leaned back in the swivel chair, crossed his legs, took out the notebook, spread it out in his hands and read through it.

At this time, the notebook cover has become basic anatomy.

Yes, Madison can see Charles reading basic anatomy non-stop every day. Except that sometimes he is actually looking at real anatomy, at least two-thirds of the time. In fact, Was chatting with Hermione and her sisters.

The country of Jasmine, Elsa, and Aurora is safe, and the princesses can go for a ride occasionally, but the world of Bai Xue, Ella and others still has potential threats.

Most of the time, they still can only stay in the tree house and be a little homebody.

There is synaesthesia among the princesses, and the method of communication is much more convenient than oral communication. At this time, having a knowledgeable person like Ciel who can be a strong backer, and who has a special relationship with their little sister Hermione, it can be said that Being the only external communicator is extremely precious.

So besides Hermione, others would often chat with him.

At this time, Charles would thank the alchemy boss in the French hiding place more than once.

If it weren't for his ingenious invention, the notebook is so concealed that it can achieve the effect of darkness under the lamp. If it were replaced by a mobile phone, he would have overturned it long ago.

After all, even if the princesses don't talk much, just a few words each, accumulated every day, will take up a lot of Ciel's time, and they will easily be suspected.

Chatting on the phone every day, even if it was just for fun, Madison would probably fall out, not to mention that Madison has been exposed to Hollywood in the past, and her sincerity has long been eaten by dogs.

Now, she also has some romantic longings and secondary feelings in her heart.

So, thanks to the perfect disguise of the notebook, it turns out that men understand men better.

Div, the alchemist boss who also tried to start a communication revolution in the magical world when he was young