This Hogwarts isn't normal.

Walking into the open space at the end of the passage, Vincent recognized the dark creatures that could hide in the wall.

The Naklavy, which lives in the North Island of Scotland and is full of various fatal diseases.

It has a horse-like lower body, but a human-like upper body.

It has no hair and its skin is bright red.

It has fire burning in its eyes and a pig-like long nose.

Although it looks scary enough, the incredibly big mouth is tightly closed, and the body that is much stronger than the centaur is even trembling.

"Is this your last trump card?" Vincent shook his head in disappointment.

It is a threat to the dark wizard, but it is almost equivalent to nothing to him.

The shop owner who was kicked in by Sam raised his bloody face,

"My lords, since you have got what you want, can you-"

"The scum has no right to choose." Sam stepped hard on his shin bone,

"And you, are not even as good as the scum!"

"Ah-"

The broken leg bone pierced the flesh, revealing a bloody section of white.

The pain was far beyond what an ordinary person could bear, and he finally fainted.

"Business matters first." Vincent walked towards the separated cell.

Sam kicked a few more times, then raised his wand high, "Sunlight Shining--"

This was an advanced application of the wand illumination spell, which could separate the light from the tip of the wand and continue to illuminate the entire space.

Seeing the scene in the cell, Vincent's breathing gradually became heavier.

It was not that it was cruel and bloody, but that he had completely lost his dignity as a human being.

He endured the strong discomfort brought by feces and urine and looked inside again.

This was a boy who was curled up in a corner, about 16 years old.

His hair was messy, his clothes were tattered, and the thick iron chain around his neck was nailed to the ground.

In another corner where the filth was piled up, there was a rusty iron bowl filled with a little rotten meat.

His eyes were lifeless, as silent as death.

It was not because of the long-lost light, but because his spirit was destroyed day and night, and he had completely lost himself.

Vincent tightly grasped the ebony wand in his hand and stiffly moved his head to the cell next to him.

There was a girl with her back against the wall, half of her face covered by long yellow hair.

She was about the same age as him, but she was as quiet as a rag doll.

There was no chain around her neck, but maggots had grown from the rotten meat in the rusty iron bowl.

"Wayne, what are you doing--" Sam stopped beside him blankly.

It's worse than expected.

It's not uncommon for dark wizards to cruelly abuse Muggles.

But keeping people as pets here is no longer evil.

"Sam, is this a common thing?"

"No." His answer was trembling.

Vincent mustered up the courage to look at other cells.

Most of the Muggles caught were children, and the conditions of several adults were even worse.

The muscles were severely atrophied, and the eyes did not react to light.

Excluding the problem of the eyes, the only thing left was the dysfunction of the brain.

Maybe they were imprisoned here since childhood.

"Magic can't help them." Vincent destroyed all the chains and let his ebony wand hang down helplessly.

"The parents of one of my classmates were tortured by the Death Eaters' Cruciatus Curse to a similar state. They stayed in St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries for almost thirteen years without any improvement.♦ൠ  ♦♦"

Not long after Sam remained silent, he went into the first cell and took the boy out.

There was no resistance in his body, and there was no fear in his eyes.

It was much more serious than the situation of the Longbottoms.

"Wayne, they have..."

Vincent picked up a girl of the same age as him, "Wizards' magic doesn't work, and there is Muggle technology."

"Yes!" Sam walked to another cell.

During the time he lived in the Wayne family, he saw many things that were more magical than magic.

The former steam engine was replaced by the internal combustion engine, and now the electric energy is almost inexhaustible.

In the past 100 years, technology has advanced rapidly, and it is possible to do things that even magic can't do.

They didn't realize that the effect of the Polyjuice Potion had worn off, and just kept carrying out the Muggles who were severely traumatized.

A total of 17 people.

Evil is like cockroaches,

with tenacious vitality and terrible reproduction.

Maybe this is just the tip of the iceberg, but seeing it is seeing it.

Taking the still unconscious shop owner, Sam and Vincent Apparated to the Royal College of Psychiatrists in London.

The cost of treatment is very expensive, one thousand pounds per person per month.

Of course, this money should be borne by the culprit.

Back at Wayne's house, the two "guests" were frightened by the miserable appearance of the bar owner.

"Who is a regular customer?" Vincent's tone was very cold.

Patel and Lake both shook their heads to indicate that they didn't know, and swore again and again that they had never entered the cellar.

"So, you know the place?"

The two people who grew up with the chair nodded cautiously.

There was no beating as expected, and the expression didn't seem to change.

Sam pulled out several of their hairs, "Wayne, that dead man who is worse than a witch must know."

[To be honest, I have been using Reading to catch up with the latest updates recently, switching sources, multiple reading voices, and both Android and Apple are available. ]

"I have a way to make him speak honestly, but I need to go back to school."

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Hogwarts Castle.

After returning to the dormitory, Vincent opened his mithril suitcase and took a dozen bottles of magic potions and some small alchemy tools.

Then he came to the Gargoyle and successfully obtained the password for dozens of candies.

There was no one in the principal's office, and Fox wasn't there either.

"Merlin's beard!" Principal Black in the portrait was so excited that he pulled the frame with both hands.

"Wayne, you bad student, why are you here again!"

Vincent ignored him and looked for pen and paper on the round table.

"You, you, you—how dare you ignore me!"

The portraits nearby all rolled their eyes at him.

It’s not just once or twice, there’s nothing strange about it.

Vincent, who couldn't find pen and paper, simply picked up his alder wand.

"Bad boy, you actually dare to graffiti!"

I just wrote the first letter.

"Headmaster Black, I have something very important to ask Professor Dumbledore."

Principal Dippet took the lead and said, "Son, Albus should be back in the evening."

Vincent lowered his face and erased the red letters floating in the air.

The writing is too pale and the language is difficult to describe.

His eyes glanced at the shelf where the Sorting Hat was placed,

"Principal Dippet, can you teach me how to retrieve my memory?"

"No!" Principal Black shouted loudly.

The principals collectively rolled their eyes at him again.

When I encouraged people to peek at Dumbledore's memories, I said I wanted to teach him. Only half a year later, I said I couldn't teach him.

"Principal Black, I have a good memory." Vincent pointed his wand to his forehead.

"Do you need me to take out the memory of that time?"

"Get lost, I won't be fooled!"

Principal Dippet laughed unbridled, "Why are you so anxious? They came to me for help, not to a nuisance like you."

"Armando! You-"

"Also, Vincent is not a bad student, he is the school director."

Principal Black blushed, "This-he-he's not yet an adult."

"Then he's not the school director?"

"I don't recognize school directors who took advantage of loopholes to get in anyway!"

"The castle has acknowledged the covenant."

Principal Black, who almost bit his tongue, shut up.

In principle, each wizard can only obtain one seat on the school board.

But Vincent was underage, and seven temporary school directors were appointed.

It's just an appropriate use of loopholes in the rules, and it's not an unreasonable way of favoring some students.

The old double standard is also shameless.

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