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

"Is something wrong?"

His casual voice sounded like he was asking about an ordinary and trivial matter.

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 approach 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 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.

This 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 I took 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 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 male and female, 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, these people seemed to look like living people, trembling all over, and their eyes were 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 could not be removed from the cracks, he placed the cloth bag that 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...us...ok?"

A witch covered in blood begged in a hoarse voice.

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

She didn't seem to even have the strength to speak, but her desperate and humble request didn't 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, nor did he 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 body magic experiment.

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.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! 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 could not expect that all the wizards in this environment would be so humane.

No matter what kind of group it is, as long as it is a human being, it is possible for it 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 couldn't say anything. These "experimental subjects" were his enemies. If it were possible yesterday, these people would kill him without hesitation, and Grindelwald was right, they were all him.

Whatever he wants to do with the captives, Jon has 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. He just silently opened a bottle of Veritaserum and sucked some from it with a dropper.

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

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

I don’t know what kind of spell the old man named Hans used on them. It seems that these people can still move their hands and feet slightly, but they have been slumped on the ground with no signs of struggle.

After being poured into the veritaserum, the wizard's eyes became even 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, including 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, as well as the nastiness and collusion between 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 very incompetent. I could only watch.

I played 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

He was very scared. He wanted to stop his son. The stupid woman under my crotch was also screaming. They made me very irritated. In addition, the tasks assigned above made me very uneasy. I couldn't hold back and put Kruger and

His son was killed."

His voice was so calm, not only due to the effect of the Veritaserum, but because he himself 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 the people from the Department of Magical Law Enforcement who came 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 as he listened 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.
To be continued...