Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 407: The ignited vitality

()Maca didn't get any useful information from the humble and poor young man.

How could he know? In addition to wandering between fear and attachment every day, from the bedroom to the dining table to the dark dungeon, he spent every minute and every second of his life depressed and dull.

Recently, the master will give him a task and order him to go out and do some cruel things. He was very scared. He didn't want to go to the outside world full of strangers, but he had to accept it.

Other than that, life doesn't seem to be any different, and he doesn't want to be any different.

Until today, he was suddenly abandoned by his master. The reality was so realistic that it made him feel like a dream. In the dream and outside the dream, there are two completely different lives.

He doesn't know what to do, and he is also afraid of Maca. But if he doesn’t follow Maca, he doesn’t know where he should go or what he should do...

In the monastery in the mirror space, Maca walked in front, while Joshua followed far behind, completely at a loss.

"Is this a dungeon below?" Maca asked abruptly, standing by a trapdoor.

Joshua seemed to be taken aback, and after a while, he whispered slightly.

Maca kicked off the latch of the trapdoor, flipped the door panel, and walked down the downward wooden stairs. Accompanied by a frowning "crunch" sound, the surrounding light diminished a little bit, and was finally swallowed by the darkness below.

Suddenly a soft light broke through the pitch black, and it was Maca who lit up the staff with a glowing spell.

The area of ​​this dungeon is unusually large, and there are no walls in the eyes. It is a prison made of metal with the thickness of arms. There are seemingly small single rooms, and there are large prisons that can fit many people.

Relatively speaking, the ceiling is surprisingly low. If you are taller, you may have to arch your body to move forward.

Maca thought that the bottom should have been emptied, but he didn't expect to see a few small figures lying on the ground at a glance.

It seems that although the other party has evacuated here, because time is too tight, there is still no room to take everyone away.

Maca looked back and found that the cowering young man didn't seem to come down with him.

"Click."

He walked to the door of a cage that could hold about five or six adults, and as he lightly tapped the staff, the big lock with the enchantment on the iron fence door immediately opened the lock. tongue.

Opening the fence door with his hand, Maca walked slowly into the prison.

There is only one person here, a little guy who is no more than ten years old. I couldn't tell whether it was a boy or a girl just by looking at it. The whole body was dirty and full of scars.

The little guy was lying on the dirty ground with a disheveled head, motionless, but his slightly undulating body was obviously still alive.

"Little guy, wake up."

Maca stretched out his hand and patted the opponent's arm. The wounds on it were bluish, and there were still dried blood stains on the wounds, mixed with dust and solidified into a terrible black-red color.

He took two shots, but the child didn't mean to wake up, and still crawled on the ground unconsciously.

But his words shocked the girl in another small cell not far away. In fear, the iron chain on the opponent's foot slammed into the iron pipe of the cage, making a crisp sound.

In this dark and silent dungeon, the sound was particularly harsh.

Maca turned around, only to see that the girl had shrunk to the other corner, as if she wanted to stay away from him as much as possible.

Looking at the girl for a moment, Maca didn't go over there immediately, but first turned her head back and turned the child on the ground over.

It seems that there is a reason why the child has not responded, because Maca saw a particularly serious wound on his body.

It was a scar that seemed to have been beaten by a blunt tool. From the collarbone to the chest, the blue-purple swelling marks were quite obvious, and even part of it had been ulcerated due to infection.

Just looking at this untreated injury, Maca feels that this child must be of some value.

Let’s not mention whether the so-called "master" is Greenward’s hidden subordinate or Greenward himself. The reason why the other party imprisoned children in large numbers is obviously to study the possibility of artificial creation of silent people .

Many years ago, when wizards had not hidden themselves as they do now, it was not uncommon for them to naturally generate silent.

During that period, children with magical potential could not get the correct guidance because of the prejudice against wizards in the world.

Muggles are afraid of the power of magic. They not only hunt and judge adult wizards, but even raise torches and ropes in their hands for children who have just appeared magical rampages.

So, in that dark age, the children with magical powers in their bodies were deeply suppressed.

Even if they know that they may be different from other children, they dare not show their true side; even if their parents know the abnormality of their children, they will try to prevent their children from growing into "heretics".

Under the influence of the times, beating and scolding abnormal children has become the choice of some parents. They firmly believe that their children are not weird, and they refuse to appear weird.

And when the suppressed magic power is intertwined with the children's negative emotions, it is firmly compacted in the bottom of my heart. Some children chose to be silent in fear, and some children broke out in silence.

Mixed with the messy magic of negative emotions, when encountering severe emotional fluctuations, it suddenly transforms into a strange and uncontrollable energy.

Some wizard scholars believe that it can be regarded as a kind of black magic, because it has all the characteristics required to be defined as black magic; while other wizard scholars believe that it can only be regarded as a relatively negative Magic phenomena, like the generation of dementors, cannot be defined in black and white of good and evil.

And now, someone obviously wants to take this weird and powerful force in his own hands, transform the uncontrollable into controllable, and use this to accomplish some ulterior goals.

If you want to fully control this power, it is obviously appropriate to start with its carrier.

Maca can easily imagine that the other party rushed to the magic school again and again, searching around for these children who had experienced the phenomenon of magic runaways, and locked them in this mirror cage.

The upper level here has a comfortable and warm living environment; the lower level is a terrifying underground prison.

While experiencing paradise and **** cyclically, the same psychological induction is applied, and experiments and adjustments are continuously carried out to achieve the desired goal.

What was born in this way was a deformed life like Joshua with a powerful but fragile heart.

"...There is no more boring research project."

Maca opened the child's mouth in front of him, took out a potion for treating trauma, and poured it in.

This child obviously did not succumb, so after suffering a potentially fatal injury, the "master" did not intend to treat him.

If it were this kid, maybe he could know some useful information from him. While waiting for the injury to gradually recover, Maca stood up, turned and walked to the **** the other side.

"Don't be afraid, can you talk to me for a few words?"

Maca didn't open the door immediately, but stood in the aisle outside and spoke. With a metal fence between the two sides, it might give the girl some insignificant sense of security.

Even if this sense of security must be extremely limited, it is much better than face-to-face.

"Or, how about escaping with me?" He smiled, "Of course, if you want."

The girl didn't make a sound, just staring at the ground in the corner, staring blankly at him every moment.

Like the kid just now, this girl was wearing a tattered old dress, she couldn't help being very thin and full of wind.

On her exposed skin, criss-cross scars abound, which is pitiful.

The dirty face was buried in the shadows, the dust and blood-stained hair was tangled and knotted, the withered grass was generally split on the shoulders, and the whole body exuded a sour smell.

Of course, this place itself doesn't have any good taste.

"Don't you want to leave here?" After a while, Maca asked again.

As he said, the girl shrank visibly tighter, as if she was afraid that he would run in and hurt her.

But after a few seconds, she suddenly spoke.

"...Save..."

"It's okay, just say it well." Maca said as softly as possible.

"Please...help...me." The girl seemed to try her best to agitate her dry throat, spit out the intermittent words, the broken syllables made people barely understand what she meant.

"...Okay."

Maca stared at her for a while, and when her eyes slowly met her own, Maca nodded slightly.

There was another click~IndoMTL.com~ Makara opened the iron fence door, walked slowly to her side, squatted down and touched the top of her head. Although the long hair was full of stains, how could he care about it.

No, really, if you have to delve into it, the ingredients used to make potions are much more disgusting than this!

"Can I go by myself?" Maca asked.

The girl nodded timidly, but quickly shook her head again, her clear eyes looked at the shackles on her ankles.

Maca raised his staff and knocked it casually, and the heavy iron ring around his ankle cracked.

"Let's go, let's save others--"

As he spoke, he stood up and walked to the aisle outside. In this dungeon, there are still some people who have been abandoned here, most of them are dying children.

Behind him, the girl looked at the broken shackles on the ground, and there was an inexplicable vitality in her eyes. She raised her head to look at the back figure who had already walked outside the fence gate, and hurried up with her bare feet.