Mastering Lightning from Hogwarts

And Anduin remained expressionless like a robot, seemingly unaffected by the wails, calmly observing the changes on the instrument panel and silently writing on his clipboard.

"After the subject underwent intense emotional fluctuations, there was no significant change in magic power. It seems that emotions only affect the intensity of magic, not the reserve of magic power."

After making a note, Anduin glanced at Torkil, who was now being tortured by severe pain to the point of unconsciousness, his eyes rolled back, frothing at the mouth, and it looked like he wouldn't be able to last until the next stage of the experiment.

I wonder if receiving such intense emotional fluctuations will cause changes in his memory like Frank. I'll have to do a memory check later.

He extracted the magic power measuring device from Torkil's body and used the 'Episkey' spell to heal Torkil's injuries. Anduin turned his head to look at Goyle next to him.

When Goyle saw Anduin noticing him, he felt like he was being stared at by a hungry wolf, every hair on his body standing on end. He shook his head and struggled incessantly, his mouth, sealed by magic, making muffled 'um um' sounds, meaning he definitely didn't want to experience Torkil's treatment.

But Anduin didn't care what he thought, ignoring him and shoving the measuring device into Goyle's chest.

Looking at the value displayed on the measuring device, he couldn't help but curl his lip. This guy looks tall and strong, but his magic power is only 469, how pathetic.

"Next is the test of the second item, the influence of different organs and limbs of the subject on magic power. Logically, after engraving the 'Holistic' rune, it should display the same value no matter where it's inserted, but it still needs to be tested to confirm."

But in the eyes of the other people nearby, Anduin had a different face.

This seemingly gentle-mannered young man was constantly pulling out the 'torture device' in his hand from Goyle's body and inserting it into other parts, first the abdomen, lower abdomen, shoulders, then the arms, and thighs.

And no matter how much blood seeped out of Goyle's body, Anduin would punch the wound a few times, and the wound would heal instantly.

Under Anduin's constant thrusting and punching, Goyle's face was distorted by continuous pain, and sweat poured out like it was free. In a short while, Goyle's body was covered in a pool of filth mixed with blood, sweat, and even urine.

But until the end, there were still no wounds on Goyle's body. This young man was simply a devil. Even facing the most evil dark wizard in the world wouldn't be as terrifying as facing this person.

The most unacceptable thing was that Goyle, Crabbe, and Karkaroff didn't even know Anduin. Why, why did they have to suddenly face these things when they were sleeping soundly at night?

And Anduin naturally didn't know what these experimental subjects were thinking, nor did he care. He just efficiently inserted the measuring device into the living body and recorded the data. In a short while, he completed this experiment on Goyle.

"No matter which part is inserted, the magic power measured from the subject is basically the same, but the further it goes, the more it gradually decreases. Is it because the magic power decreases due to blood loss? Focus on observing this during the third stage of the experiment." Anduin nodded with a smile. Today's experiment was very successful, and the data was also very accurate, which was hard not to be pleased about.

He smiled, this devil smiled. Was he enjoying Goyle's pain? Was he immersed in the pleasure of torturing others? Karkaroff, Crabbe, and Yaxley couldn't help but have such thoughts in their minds as they looked at Anduin's joyful expression.

And Torkil, who was gradually waking up, also watched Anduin torturing Goyle, and the anger and resentment in his heart gradually turned into fear. Was this young man cold-blooded? He actually took pleasure in torturing others.

At this time, Anduin wiped the blood off the measuring device with a handkerchief, then tilted his head to look at his third experimental subject, after all, Goyle really couldn't stand the torment, and had completely fainted now.

Yaxley, who was being stared at, was trembling all over, his face as pale as paper, as if covered with a layer of transparent wax. Could it be? Is it my turn? How could I be so naive, actually thinking of going to find trouble with this guy.

Without giving Yaxley time to think wildly, Anduin neatly inserted the measuring device into his chest, as if this wasn't a person, but a dead pig waiting to be slaughtered.

But this time Anduin didn't directly record the data next to Yaxley, but first walked to the operating table next to him, and took down a glass syringe that was at least seven or eight centimeters thick. The needle tube below was connected to a medical infusion tube, and the other end of the infusion tube was a thick needle.

"The third item of magic power measurement, the experiment on the relationship between blood and magic power. Let's first try to see the effect of gradually drawing blood on magic power."

After making up his mind, he began to operate on Yaxley, first drawing out one of his hands, then finding a blood vessel, and inserting the needle deeply into it.

But Yaxley didn't know what Anduin was going to do. Seeing his actions, he couldn't help but struggle desperately.

Is this devil going to use us to test his torture devices? No, no!

Seeing Yaxley being so uncooperative, Anduin was a little displeased. He had the strength to move around with such a long measuring device inserted in his chest?

After spending some effort to suppress Yaxley with the Impedimenta Curse, Anduin began his experiment.

He began to crank the suction pump of the giant syringe, and then the blood slowly flowed back into the empty tube along the infusion tube, while Anduin stared at the value on the instrument panel.

As the blood was slowly drawn out, the pointer on the measuring device also began to slowly retract, from the original 412 to 410, and at this time Anduin had drawn nearly 40 milliliters of blood.

"Judging from Yaxley's weight, his whole body's blood is around 4000 milliliters. After drawing out one percent of the blood, the magic power decreased by 2, which is about 0.5 percent. So the magic power contained in the blood almost accounts for half of a wizard's magic power? Is this the case for all wizards, or are there individual differences? It seems that everyone has to undergo a blood drawing experiment."

Thinking of this, Anduin quickly took action, transfusing the blood from Yaxley back into his body, and then drawing blood from the other four people in the same way. He didn't care about the problem of infection for these Death Eaters, and didn't change the needle. He grabbed one and inserted the measuring device to start drawing.

After doing a test on all five people, he came to the conclusion that the magic power contained in the blood indeed accounted for nearly 50% of the human body.