All things are three at Hogwarts

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It is still early in the morning in the UK, but the Umbrella branch's mansion in the United States is still in the early morning due to jet lag, and it is definitely not quiet here.

The main entrance of the mansion was erupting with magical light and roars, and next to the fountain on the other side, there was a temporary invisibility cloak made of invisible animal fur. Ian suppressed the urge to lift the cloak and fight, calmly He was waiting for his companions in front to make more noise.

More companions roared and rushed in the direction of the research institute to attract the attention of these armed forces. The open door of the institute is like a ferocious mouth, and these armed forces are its teeth. For these wizards who have basically no combat training and rely only on their passion, there is no doubt that it will not take long for them to They will be skillfully subdued by the guards. They are no more difficult to deal with than those commercial spies who sneak in sneakily.

"Ian, do it..." Graves took the lead in lifting the cloak. He released the white-haired wizard in his hand and ordered in a cold voice, "Mr. Ashford, open the door for us."

This wizard named Ashford has an impressive, aquiline nose on his square cheeks. There are deep wrinkles between his eyebrows due to long-term frowning. He wears black bottoms with dark green trim. Her magic robe fits perfectly, as does her neatly combed hair. Judging from his appearance and appearance, he is obviously a tough wizard. He suddenly fell to the ground, staggered a few steps and held on to the edge of the pool. After standing firm, he stretched out his hand to hold his rimless white glasses that had been crooked by being caught just now, and then began to take out three badges. Same thing.

Ian also lifted off the invisibility cloak on his body, raised his wand and cast the Iron Armor Curse to establish defense, and then just resisted a few magic spells fired by guards in the distance after reacting. Ashford, who was controlled by the Imperius Curse, deftly Mount the emblem in the grooves of the three raven statue bases by the pool.

Then there was movement in the pool. The water inside began to be sucked into the beaks of the ravens. The bricks at the bottom of the pool began to move, revealing the spiral staircase inside.

"Quick! Rush in, there are no guards inside! They are generally not allowed to enter!" Graves showed the joy of victory on his face, and shouted for Ian and Ashford to follow quickly, although there were already guards starting I rushed here but I still didn't have enough time to stop them from entering.

"boom!"

Not long after Ian and the others entered the stairs leading to the real underground research institute, they were blown up with thunderbolt explosions to buy time.

However, the excitement did not last long. The dark and bloody scene shown in front of Ian made him lose his voice, and Graves also took a breath of air.

A narrow corridor is flanked by countless transparent compartments, and the glass of some compartments is stained with a lot of blood and an unknown substance that glows blue.

Some werewolves or wizards roared, or huddled, or were isolated in these rooms silently, and some experimental equipment and facilities like killing tables accompanied them coldly. Some of the organs that had been taken out were placed on the test table, and the bubbling blood maintained the vitality of the strange people under the influence of magic.

Ian, who was somewhat lost and lost, still skillfully cast the petrification spell on the researchers inside despite the Auror training. There was a sound of smashing the wall and an angry roar beside him. He looked sideways and saw a person covered in body. The furry werewolf wore wooden shackles on its hands, and its sharp wolf claws constantly scratched the magic glass. There were heavy iron weight-like anklets on both ankles, and an iron chain was used to pull them in the middle.

But the most terrifying thing is its head. Although its body is still a normal werewolf, its head has strange growths. Those human eyes, mouths and ears grew disorderly on the green head that expanded several times. Except for the face in the middle, which has normal facial features and can be seen as humanoid, the other organs are growing wantonly everywhere. The cheeks were swollen, almost rotten with fat. Several mouths on the twisted and deformed head opened at the same time, roaring angrily. It was obvious that it had no sense at all.

"Gangdu Fushi...you are right..." Ian was trembling with anger. He was originally a little skeptical of the other party's words. After seeing this with his own eyes, his concerns and favor towards Allen had disappeared. He held his hand He was not idle and started to use his magic camera to take pictures of these evil evidences on his mobile phone.

"Hahaha... What a great irony..." Graves seemed to be angry and laughed. He shook his shoulders and his eyes were full of anger and even a little aggrieved. "This is beyond my original imagination. A person like this... is still treated as such." As the new savior, regarded as the savior who defeated the Dark Lord...he himself should be counted as the third generation!"

The grotesque corpses of werewolves and humanoids, cold instruments, a high experimental bed that was almost like a killing table, and tubes of weird-colored potions... these were all quickly photographed by the two of them.

Ashford, whose soul had been stolen, followed them, explaining the uses and principles of various facilities one by one in a sleepwalking tone. After learning that the test subjects themselves were some who had committed capital crimes, trying to maliciously spread wolfsbane or in the hands of The dark wizard queen with several lives.

Ian's expression looked less angry than before, but he still pursed his lips angrily: "This is not a reason. American law also prohibits this kind of behavior. Even if they are death row prisoners, they should be handed over to us. The Magic Congress will hold the trial."

"He probably doesn't even care about his own country's Ministry of Magic. How do you expect him to abide by the rules of our Magical Congress in the United States?" Graves said, but his eyes were fixed on those introduced by Ashford. On the spiral-shaped immunity potion he passed, "These things made with viruses also show that their attitude towards Muggles is not as good as they like to show..."

"These hypocrites... If this thing is leaked, it will have irreparable consequences for the Muggles. We'd better hurry up. The landslide won't delay the guards for a few minutes." Ian's tone was full of worry and urgency. He couldn't wait to bring it down. Everything here is exposed.

"Who are you? Stop and get out of here! Where are the guards?!!!"

The appearance of a voice interrupted the thoughts of the two people, and a wizard rushed out from the deeper laboratory. He was wearing a white robe that could even be said to be a bit sloppy and tattered, with blood-stained hands on his hands. White gloves, with blood and unknown potions splashed on his body, he was still handsome but had obvious anger on his face that was a little too feminine.

"That's the James Marcus in the information!" After Ian shouted, he noticed that the other party raised his wand and immediately raised his arm to subdue the other party. "You continue to restrain Fushi! I'll take care of it... eh?!!"

To Ian's surprise, the researcher in front of him looked much more difficult to deal with than the opponents they had dealt with before. After grasping the current situation, he neatly used the silent spell technique to cause himself to undergo a terrifying transformation, accompanying him. Roaring with some suppressed pain, this terrifying institute instructor whose whole body seemed to start to squirm and his eyes turned into slug tentacles, finally turned into hundreds of dense leeches in front of Ian, they bounced and squirmed overwhelmingly, like a storm Flooded over.

These green and black, slightly flat, cylindrical guys almost weave a huge insect net, with flat gray-green abdomens exposed in front of them, and the U-shaped jaws in their abdomens open ferociously. , revealing sharp bone teeth that ordinary leeches should not have.

There were shrill screams in the room. These large numbers of leeches seemed to have lost a lot of their minds after being dispersed. They were unable to distinguish between friends and foes. Many of the werewolves and wizards who were chained to the wall and fixed on the test bench also lost their minds. Wrapped in layers, adsorbed on their bodies to absorb blood.

Ian, who was resisting in front, lost his initiative in the face of this unexpected attack. Most of his armor spells successfully bounced away, but a lot of gaps slipped under his feet, and they were instantly absorbed by his dragon. The leather boots began to crawl up like the breeches on them. Although he was temporarily blocked by the reliable defense of the Auror uniform, this scalp-numbing thing also made him let go when he tried to drive away the leeches on his feet. The defense power dropped a lot, and some of them directly hit Ian's face and started biting.