This Hogwarts is not normal

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

Nakravi, who lives in the North Island of Scotland, is full of various deadly diseases.

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

There is no hair and the skin is bright red.

His eyes were burning with fire and he had a long nose like a pig.

Although it looked scary enough, the incredibly big mouth was tightly closed, and the body, which was far stronger than the centaur, was even trembling.

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

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

The shop owner who was kicked in by Sam raised his face covered with blood.

"Your Excellencies, since you have got what you want, can you--"

"Witch scum has no right to choose." Sam stepped on his calf bone hard,

"And you are worse than a witch scum!"

"Ouch——"

The broken leg bone pierced the flesh, revealing a section of white blood dripping with blood.

The pain was far beyond what ordinary people could bear, and in the end, I couldn't bear it and passed out.

"Business matters." Vincent walked towards the separated cells.

Sam kicked a few more times, then raised his wand high, "The sun shines——"

This is an advanced use of the wand illumination charm, which can draw light away from the tip of the wand and continuously illuminate the entire space.

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

It's not that it's cruel and bloody, but it's that the dignity of being a human has been completely lost.

He endured the intense discomfort caused by feces and urine and looked inside again.

This is a boy huddled in the corner, probably about 16 years old.

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

In front of another corner where the filth was piled up, there was a rusty iron bowl containing a little bit of rotten meat.

His eyes were lifeless, as silent as death.

It's not because of the long-lost light, but because my spirit has been tortured day and night, and I have completely lost myself.

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

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

She is about the same age as him, yet as quiet as a rag doll.

There was no chain around her neck, but maggots were already growing on the rotten flesh in the rusty iron bowl.

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

Worse than imagined.

It is not uncommon for Dark wizards to brutally abuse Muggles.

But raising people as pets like here can no longer be described as evil.

"Sam, is this a common thing?"

"No." His answer was trilling.

Vincent mustered up the courage to look at the other cells.

Most of the captured Muggles were children, and the condition of a few adults was even worse.

The muscles were severely atrophied and the pupils did not respond to light.

Excluding eye problems, all that remains is brain dysfunction.

Maybe they were imprisoned here since childhood.

"Magic can't help them." Vincent lowered his ebony wand after destroying all the chains.

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

After Sam remained silent for a long time, he entered the original cell and took the boy out.

There was no resistance in the body and no fear in the eyes.

The situation is much more serious than that of the Longbottoms.

"Wayne, they have..."

Vincent picked up a girl of his own age and said, "Wizard's magic doesn't work, but Muggle technology does."

"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 steam engines of the past were replaced by internal combustion engines, and now electric energy is almost never exhausted.

Technology has advanced rapidly in the past 100 years, and it is possible to do things that even magic cannot do.

They didn't realize that the effects of the Polyjuice Potion had worn off, and they just carried out the severely traumatized Muggles over and over again.

17 people in total.

Sin is like a cockroach,

The vitality is tenacious and the fecundity is terrible.

Maybe this is just the tip of the iceberg, but once you see it, you see it.

Taking the store owner who was still in a coma, Sam and Vincent apparated to the Royal College of Psychiatrists in London.

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

The money must of course be borne by the culprit.

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

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

Both Patel and Lake shook their heads to express ignorance, and repeatedly swore 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 violent beating as expected, and his expression didn't seem to change much.

On the other hand, Sam pulled out several hairs from both of them, "Wayne, that dead man who is worse than a witch must know."

"I have a way to get him to talk honestly, but I need to go back to school."

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Hogwarts Castle.

When Vincent returned to the dormitory, he opened his mithril suitcase and took a dozen bottles of magic potion and some small alchemy tools.

Then he came to the gargoyle stone beast and successfully obtained the password by naming dozens of candies.

There is no one in the principal's office, not even Fox.

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

"Wayne, why are you a bad student 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.

"Principal 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 scanned 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 out of here, 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 is not yet an adult."

"Then he is not a school director?"

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

"The castle has recognized the contract."

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 still underage, and seven temporary school directors were appointed.

It is just an appropriate use of loopholes in the rules, and it is not an unreasonable favoritism for some students.

The old double standard is also shameless.

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