Mastering Thunder from Hogwarts

"Yes, sir!" Hogg responded crisply, and then took action quickly.

He first took out a few tourniquets and tied the Thunderbird's wound tightly to ensure that the opponent would not lose too much blood. Then he took out a box from his space equipment. From the cold air coming out of the box after opening it, he

Look, this box obviously has a refrigeration function.

Then Hogg used his pair of dog paws to flexibly operate a needle, continuously drawing blood from the Thunderbird's body, and took out two dozen test tubes. During this period, he even forced the Thunderbird to drink two bottles.

A blood replenishing potion and a healing potion.

Hogg, who had always been carefree, now showed off the posture of a professional nurse, cleaning and bandaging the wounds of the injured quite skillfully. This even made the Thunderbird who collapsed on the ground feel frightened and chilled in his heart.

What on earth was this dog going to do to him?

On the other side, Anduin worked non-stop to deal with the scene, using the 'restoration spell' to restore the blasted ground to its original state, and then used control magic to recover the previously planted mines and explosive spiders.

He had laid a lot of traps for this battle, and almost all the inventory he had prepared this year had been used. It had taken a day just to set up the scene.

There were also dozens of jammers and door key blockers, so it was no accident that the Thunderbird was captured so easily by him.

Perhaps this Silver Spear was more powerful than Anduin, but facing a well-prepared alchemist, he was still too conceited.

At this time, Hogg was dealing with the Thunderbirds, and Anduin was cleaning up the scene. The efficiency of both people and dogs was very fast. After a while, Ebshawi returned to its original appearance, as if no one had ever been there.

"Sir, it has been processed. It has been tested and found to be not contaminated. At the same time, the Thunderbird's vital signs are normal." Hogg quickly reported the report while wagging his tail.

"Very good, this is my blood. Let's camp right here and refine the blood on the spot." Anduin took out two test tubes and handed them to Hogg.

"Camp directly here? Will this expose you? Didn't you decide to go back to the hotel before proceeding?" Hogg took the test tube from Anduin's hand and asked with some confusion.

"That hotel is not safe. There is a problem with the identity of its owner. It would be too risky to move back." Anduin remembered that Thunderbird had mentioned Martin's name before, so he had to be careful.

Then he pointed to an open space next to him, "Let's camp there and arrange enough shielding jammers around it, so there will be no risk of exposure."

"Understood." Hogg had been with Anduin for so many years and knew that this gentleman valued efficiency the most when doing business, so he didn't waste any time and ran out neatly, took out his tools and started to set up the tent.

"What on earth are you going to do?" After a period of time, Thunderbird finally woke up from the severe pain of the wound. He looked at Anduin who did not kill him directly but even treated his injury and asked in confusion.

"You'll know in a minute." Anduin's miserable Thunderbird replied coldly, and finally packed up the items he took out from the opponent's body.

As a senior member of the Silver Spear Club, Thunderbird does not carry many items with him.

In addition to his aspen wand, mask and portkey, the other man only had a leather pouch that was stored close to his body and was cast with a traceless stretching charm.

From this leather pocket, Anduin found more than a thousand galleons in cash and several bottles of potions, most of which were common tonics and healing potions.

However, one of the potions contained in a delicate crystal bottle was very special. It contained half a bottle of scarlet liquid, and the smell was very pungent. Anduin was well-informed, but he could not identify the ingredients at all.

and function.

In addition to these potions, there were only a few pieces of parchment left in the leather pocket, one of which was consistent with the black market invitation he got from Azalea. It seemed that the Sphinx also gave him one, but

The address of the black market was thoughtfully noted on the back of the invitation letter.

Among the other parchments, one was a record of the smuggling of magical animals, which was consistent with what he had obtained from the werewolf wizard.

Several other pictures actually record detailed information about the U.S. black market, including the black market location, owner, and collaborators.

This was an unexpected gain. Anduin put them away after checking them, then took out the bottle of scarlet potion and looked at Thunderbird, "What is this?"

When Thunderbird saw Anduin take out the bottle of potion, his eyes suddenly became a little ugly. It was obviously a very important item to him.

"Don't waste your efforts. Don't expect to get any news from me." Thunderbird glanced at Anduin resentfully, then closed his eyes and lay there pretending to be dead.

"A coward who begged me for mercy just now is now tough? What a joke, when you open your mouth." Anduin smiled coldly, and then said nothing.

Not long after, Hogg had already set up the tent. The tent didn't look big, but it was obviously a space prop that had been cast a traceless stretching spell.

Anduin silently picked up Thunderbird from the ground and walked into the tent. This calm atmosphere made Thunderbird feel very uneasy. He still doesn't know what the young wizard is going to do.

When Thunderbird saw the scene in the tent, he became even more uneasy. At this time, the interior of the tent had been arranged into a biological laboratory, with a neat medical bed in the center and some workbench around it.

He couldn't understand the alchemy instruments and tools, and all his nose could smell was the pungent smell of disinfectant.

Anduin walked into the tent and threw Thunderbird onto the medical bed with a 'snap'. Then he didn't say anything, but silently fixed the opponent in place, and pulled out some wires with suction cups from the equipment on the side.

, stuck to the Thunderbird in an orderly manner.

This silent atmosphere made Thunderbird very uncomfortable, but at this time he couldn't move, and all the magic power in his body was completely drained by the two alchemy snakes. He could only panic and yell, "What on earth are you going to do?

If you want to kill me, kill me. Who do you think I am, Thunderbird? I will not let you insult me."

"Well, I know." Anduin replied lightly, "As a senior executive of the Silver Spear, I will definitely not be able to get the answer I want if I ask you questions directly. And with the urine of your Silver Spear, I can't tell the truth."

Potions and Legilimency will definitely not work, so I can only torture you first, sorry."

Anduin spoke in a calm tone that made people's hair stand on end. His frankness even made Thunderbird speechless for a moment, not knowing how to respond.

"Let me explain to you. I will first fix your limbs, oh no, your left hand to the two half legs, and put braces on you." After that, Anduin stuffed something into

Thunderbird said, "This is to prevent you from hurting yourself."

"At the same time, the circuit connected to your body can detect your physical condition at any time to prevent any physiological symptoms from causing your death later. Don't worry, I will definitely let you live well."

After Anduin said these words calmly, he took out two syringes filled with potions from a nearby medicine box and injected them into the Thunderbird one after another.

"These are two Muggle potions. I won't tell you the specific names because you won't understand them anyway. One of them amplifies your senses, especially the touch, and the other makes you feel better.

Keep your spirits up and stay awake.”

After saying that, Anduin looked at Thunderbird with fear in his eyes and smiled evilly, "Let's get started."

Next, Thunderbird experienced the longest half hour in his life. His whole body was stiff with severe pain, but he could only watch as Anduin did whatever he wanted on him like a sculpture.

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Extremely awake, he watched Anduin pierce the tiny steel needle into his fingertips, and then watched the other party pierce the thigh with the red-hot steel nail, and he only let out a low whimper.

, there is absolutely no way.

At the same time, whenever he was about to faint from the severe pain, Anduin would considerately slow down his movements and feed him tonics to restore his strength.

It didn't take long, but Thunderbird felt as if he had spent half his life. At this time, his eyes had changed from fear, resentment, and resentment at the beginning to gradually becoming numb. He now felt that living was so painful.

But obviously Anduin had already considered everything, and Thunderbird couldn't even bite his tongue and commit suicide.

Anduin, who had been busy for a long time, finally stopped, and then gently took off the braces from Thunderbird's mouth.

"The first half is over, Mr. Thunderbird, is there anything you want to say to me now?" Anduin wiped the sweat from his forehead and said in a calm tone.

"I said, what do you want to know? I said, don't go on, you are simply a devil!" After the thunderbird was finally able to speak, he immediately sobbed in a hoarse language, and even shed tears as he spoke.

He really couldn't bear it anymore. He had seen people tortured after interrogation failed, but this was the first time he saw someone torture him without asking any questions. And judging from the other party's neat techniques, it was definitely not the first time he had done this.

Do it, and looking at the spare torture tools next to him, he knew that Anduin must have other methods that he didn't use.

"As long as you are willing to open your mouth, I thought you were really tough when I saw how tough your mouth was." Anduin nodded with satisfaction after hearing this, "Let me introduce you again, Mr. Thunderbird, your real name, nationality,

Date of birth, usual concealment of identity.”

"My real name is Gerald Stevens, a German. I usually work as a bounty hunter. As for my age..." Thunderbird couldn't help but hesitate for a moment, "My current age is 32.

age."

"You still want to lie to me now? Do you think I can't see your lies?" Anduin had actually turned on Legilimency all the time, and he instantly realized that the other party was mentally disturbed when he mentioned his age.