In This Hogwarts Without a Savior

Chapter 279 277. Evil deeds (two in one)

Facing Jon's gaze, Grindelwald's expression was calm.

"Is something wrong?"

His casual voice sounded like he was asking a simple and ordinary question.

Jon took a deep breath, his face full of seriousness and seriousness.

"I don't think these people deserve to die, but even if you kill them, you don't have to use such cruel methods. The least you can do is give them human dignity."

Grindelwald seemed to have no intention of answering this question for Jon. He stepped into the snow that was stained red with blood, and Hans followed him quickly in small steps.

"These are my prisoners. What I want to do with them depends on my personal wishes. You are not qualified to teach me what to do."

Continuing walking further in, there is a dilapidated and shapeless hut surrounded by dead trees. This is a house made entirely of wood. The wooden boards that have been nailed together are in tatters and there is no way to withstand the cold wind and wind. Rain and snow.

"There are 14 living people in that room. Your task today is to ask them for all the information they know. They are destined to die. As Voldemort's cronies, these people always have to provide us with information before they die. Some value.”

As he spoke, Grindelwald threw a cloth bag to Jon, which was filled with Veritaserum.

Jon silently caught the bag, but he made no move to get closer to the wooden house.

The scene here has caused him psychological and physical discomfort. Even his originally good impression of Grindelwald has been contradicted. These acts of killing prisoners have reached the level of anti-humanity.

Grindelwald seemed to see what Jon was thinking. He didn't mean to explain or get angry, he just said calmly.

"Don't forget what you promised me in front of Albus last night. It hasn't even been a day and you're going to go back on it?"

Jon took a deep breath, raised his head, took a deep look at Grindelwald, and then walked towards the wooden house without looking back.

Of course he has not forgotten the promise he made last night. Since he promised it and can do it, he will do it.

Seeing Jon carrying the cloth bag into the cabin, Hans curled his lips and expressed his disdain for Jon's reaction just now.

"Master, why did you bring this kid here who doesn't understand anything? Isn't it true that only three people can know about the research here?"

Grindelwald looked at him, his eyes filled with frightening indifference.

"If you are smart enough, you should know that I brought someone to such an important place that I shouldn't have brought, which means that the value this person can bring to me is much higher than the place itself. Can you Do you understand? Ramo Hans."

Under the gaze of that gaze, Hans' body began to tremble unconsciously.

The dwarf old man, whose hands were stained with the blood of more than three wizards, could only avoid his master's eyes in fear and spoke with great respect.

"I can, I can understand, Master!"

Grindelwald withdrew his gaze and walked to the corpses hanging on branches and disemboweled in the ice and snow.

"So after sacrificing so many samples, can you tell me some of your findings?"

Hans also became serious when talking about serious matters.

"The samples you sent are all excellent materials. Since taking over these people yesterday, I have been checking them all night according to our previous conjectures, and I have indeed made some gains that no one has ever discovered before."

Jon didn't know what Grindelwald and Hans were talking about outside.

He pushed open the door of the cabin, and an irrepressible smell of blood hit his face.

There were scarlet bloodstains everywhere on the ground, and several pieces of stuff like minced meat and internal organs were scattered everywhere, looking dirty and messy.

But the most eye-catching thing is the group of people huddled in the corner.

These people are all the Death Eaters who participated in besieging Jon yesterday. They are both men and women, but they are no longer as rampant as they were at sea. Everyone has disheveled hair, tattered robes, and their faces are covered in The black-red blood dries up and clumps like a scar.

Their eyes were broken, as if their souls had been sucked away by a kiss from a dementor. Only when Jon came in did these people look like living people, their whole bodies trembling, their eyes filled with fear and despair. Jon.

Jon took out his wand. Instead of casting a spell on these Death Eaters, he aimed a cleaning spell at the long table in the middle of the cabin that was covered with minced meat and blood.

There was so much dirt on it that even if he used a cleaning spell, he couldn't clean it all away. However, Jon no longer obsessed with this detail and swept away all the minced meat, leaving only some. After removing the blood that couldn't be removed from the cracks, he placed the bag Grindelwald gave him on the table.

From the cloth bag, he took out five bottles of Veritaserum, two thick blank notebooks, and a shorthand quill.

"Let it go. Are we okay?"

A witch covered in blood begged in a hoarse voice.

"Let me die, please, give me a happy death!"

She seemed to have little strength to even speak, but her desperate and humble request did not make Jon stop his movements.

When he entered this wooden house, Jon had already thought of a lot in his mind.

He didn't think Grindelwald was a violent lunatic like Voldemort, and he didn't have any perverted habits. Otherwise, even if he walked out of the tower, Dumbledore would never cooperate with him.

Then why did he treat these Death Eaters so cruelly?

Human magic experiments.

There is only one explanation. This kind of experiment is not unfamiliar to Jon. It's not that he has seen or learned it somewhere, but that there are no experiments in this area in the forbidden books he got from the Hogwarts library. few.

Even the actual carriers of some books are made from the skin and flesh of these experimental subjects.

In the ignorant and barbaric era of the Middle Ages, you couldn't expect the wizards in this environment to be all that humane.

No matter what kind of group it is, as long as it is a human being, it is possible for him to constantly refresh the lower limit of being a human being.

Grindelwald must be conducting some kind of magical experiment using these. Such experiments may not necessarily be evil, but using this method itself is extremely anti-human.

But Jon had no way to say anything. These "experiments" were his enemies. If possible yesterday, these people would have killed him without hesitation, and Grindelwald was right, they were all him. Whatever he wanted to do with the captives, Jon had no power to accuse or order them.

What's more, Grindelwald saved him from these people.

Listening to the witch's plea, Jon pursed his lips. He had no intention of speaking, but silently opened a bottle of Veritaserum, and then drank some from it with a dropper.

He walked to the nearest wizard and dropped three drops of Veritaserum into his open mouth, which was still breathing heavily.

The wizard had no intention of resisting, and he had no room for resistance.

I don’t know what spell the old man named Hans used on them. These people seemed to be able to move their hands and feet slightly, but they remained slumped on the ground with no signs of struggle.

After being poured into the Veritaserum, the wizard's eyes became more hollow and blank.

Jon levitated the quill on the table over the notebook, and it would automatically record all subsequent conversations in the room, eliminating the need for human hands to control it.

Looking at the wizard who had entered the state of answering questions, Jon took a long breath again and asked.

"Do you know anything that would be valuable to us?"

The wizard was silent for about a second or two, as if giving his brain time to recall and react. Then he opened and closed his mouth, like pouring beans, and said all the things he had learned.

The shorthand quill was scratching rapidly on the diary. In addition to the cold wind blowing through the holes in the wooden boards, making a "whooshing" sound, the only sounds in the wooden house were the heavy breathing of these Death Eaters and the sound of the pen tip scratching the paper. And the wizard's words without any emotion.

He confessed a lot of things, saying that his name was "Billis Carrow" and that he had a cousin and a cousin who were professors in Hogwarts Castle.

He talked about all the secret missions he had done under Voldemort, and the nastiness and collusion among the upper-level pure-blood officials.

He talked about what he knew about the British Ministry of Magic's roundup plan against the Order of the Phoenix.

And when he kept telling him, Jon's face, which was still a little uncomfortable and pitiful, became more and more indifferent, and finally turned into a completely expressionless state.

"A week ago, the superiors arranged a mission to encircle and suppress the remaining Order of the Phoenix forces in the UK. At that time, I was at Kruger's house. His wife was great, but he was so incompetent that he could only watch me playing with his wife. . But that day his son, who was in his first year at Hogwarts, came back from leave for some reason. He saw me insulting his mother, and he raised his wand at me like crazy. Kruger was scared, he thought Stop his son, the stupid woman under my crotch also screamed, they made me very irritated, and the tasks assigned from above made me very uneasy, I couldn't hold back and killed Kruger and his son. ”

His voice was so calm, not just because of the effect of Veritaserum, but because he felt normal about such things.

"That stupid woman kept struggling. She had never resisted like this before. She cried and said that I had ruined everything for her, which made me even more angry. They only cared about their own dissatisfaction, but never considered my feelings. and feelings, so I killed her too.”

"They are all half-bloods and cannot be dealt with like Mudbloods, so I paid to bribe people from the Department of Magical Law Enforcement to investigate, and set the Kruger family's house on fire, creating a drama of an accidental fire to cover up the past. .”

"But that woman really fascinated me. I didn't want to forget her, so I cut off her head and kept it. It's still hidden in the study room of my house."

Jon's hands had long been clenched into fists, listening to the wizard finish describing one of his countless crimes.

He suppressed the desire to pull out his wand and use the Death Curse on this thing that wasn't even a scumbag. Instead, he gritted his teeth and asked in a trembling voice.

"So, what are the results of last week's siege by the Order of the Phoenix?"

"Those guys were so crafty, we sent out a lot of people and we ended up just catching one of them."

"who is it!"

"Emmeline Vance."

Jon remembered this name. It was a kind old witch. On the night before Dumbledore and the others were separated in the Hogwarts carriage before Halloween last year, this witch was among the group of Order members who said goodbye to them.

"You caught her?" Jon stared at the wizard closely.

"We caught her at first, but she resisted fiercely and made many attempts to commit suicide. She also bit off her tongue immediately, cutting off the possibility of us feeding her Veritaserum. These people It’s also difficult to extract her memory, and ordinary people’s Legilimency can’t break through their mental defenses. So we chopped her into pieces and threw them to feed the Voldemort Bats.”

"boom!"

Jon suddenly punched the wooden table! The squeaky wooden table shook violently, and he almost broke it up. The shorthand quill that was recording on it flew up, and fell to the table again before continuing to record.

Jon could no longer bear the desire to kill in his heart. He took out his wand, and the knuckles holding the wand tightly turned pale because of too much force!

He waved his wand at the wizard, but at the last moment, he changed the original spell and the spell in his mouth also changed.

"Heart-breaking and bone-cutting!"

One of the Unforgivable Curses burst from the tip of his staff and fell on the wizard.

No one could bear the torture that originated from the depths of the soul. The severe pain instantly made the wizard wake up from the state of Veritaserum. His whole body was convulsing like a cooked prawn, curled up. Together!

But Jon didn't stop the movement of his hands. His expression was so cold and his eyes were so terrifying, and the same spell sounded.

"Heart-breaking and bone-cutting!"

"ah!!!"

The wizard let out a miserable scream, and his skin seemed to have shrunk and clung to his bones, and the veins were like wriggling earthworms, constantly twitching under the pale skin!

Jon gasped violently. He stared at the wizard who had been tortured into an inhuman shape, but the violence in his heart seemed to have not been vented at all, but was accumulating more and more.

The other Death Eaters were watching this scene tremblingly, and Jon had the desire to leave everything in this wooden house and turn around and leave.

He wanted to escape from this most bloody darkness, and wanted to erase all memories since he was brought here by Grindelwald.

But in the end, he didn't make any move to move.

Instead, he remained silent for a long time, finally took a very long deep breath, and turned back to looking at the next Death Eater with emotionless eyes.

"Sorry, I'm a little rude, let's continue."

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