Chapter 279 277. Evil deeds (two in one)
Facing Jon's gaze, Grindelwald had a calm expression on his face.
"Is there something wrong?"
His casual voice sounded like he was asking about a trivial matter.
Jon took a deep breath, his face was serious and serious.
"I don't think these people shouldn't die, but even if you kill them, you don't have to use such cruel methods. At least you give them human dignity."
Grindelwald didn't seem to want to answer this question for Jon at all. He stepped into the snow that had been stained red with blood, and Hans followed him in small steps.
"These are my captives. How I deal with them is entirely up to my personal wishes. You are not qualified to teach me how to do it."
Continuing to walk in, surrounded by dead trees, there is a dilapidated and shapeless hut. This is a house made entirely of wood. rain and snow.
"There are still 14 living people in that room. Your task today is to ask all the information they know in their minds. They are also destined to die. These people, as Voldemort's cronies, always give us information before they die. some value."
Said Grindelwald threw a cloth bag to Jon, which was full of veritaserum.
Jon silently caught the bag, but he didn't make any move to approach the wooden house.
The scenes here have caused him psychological and physical discomfort, and even his original good impression of Grindelwald has been contradicted. These behaviors of killing captives have reached the point of being anti-human.
Grindelwald seemed to have seen what Jon was thinking, he didn't mean to explain or get angry, but just said flatly.
"Don't forget what you promised me in front of Albus last night, and you will go back on it before a day has passed?"
Jon took a deep breath, he raised his head, took a deep look at Grindelwald, and then walked towards the wooden house without looking back.
Of course he hasn’t forgotten the promise he made last night. Since he promised and can do it, he will do it.
Seeing Jon walking into the cabin with a cloth bag, Hans pouted, expressing his disdain for Jon's reaction just now.
"A child who doesn't understand anything, master, why did you bring him here? Isn't the research here only limited to three people at most?"
Grindelwald looked at him with a frightening indifference in his gaze.
"If you are smart enough, you should know that I brought a person who shouldn't have been brought to such an important place, which means that the value that this person can bring to me is far higher than the value of this place itself, can you Do you understand, Lamer Hans."
Under the gaze of that gaze, Hans trembled unconsciously.
The dwarf old man, whose hands were stained with more than three digits of wizard blood, could only avoid his master's eyes in fear at this time, and said respectfully.
"I can, I understand, Master!"
Grindelwald withdrew his gaze, and he walked to the surrounding corpses that were hung on the branches and disemboweled in the ice and snow.
"So sacrificing so many samples, can you tell me something about your findings?"
When talking about business, Hans also became serious.
"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 guesses. There are indeed some harvests that no one has ever discovered before."
Jon didn't know what Grindelwald and Hans were talking about outside.
He pushed open the door of the cabin, and an uncontrollable smell of blood came to his face.
The ground was covered in scarlet blood, and a few pieces of meat and internal organs were scattered everywhere, looking dirty and messy.
But what attracts the most attention is the group of people huddled in the corner.
These people are all the Death Eaters who participated in the siege of Jon yesterday. They are male and female, but they have no madness at sea at all. Everyone has disheveled hair, tattered robes, and faces are all The black-red blood dries up like a scar.
Their eyes collapsed, as if their bodies had been sucked out of their souls by the kiss of a dementor. Only when Jon came in, these people seemed to have some living people, trembling all over, looking at them with fear and despair in their eyes. jon.
Jon drew out his wand. Instead of casting a spell on these Death Eaters, he pointed at the long table in the middle of the cabin, which was covered with minced meat and blood, and cast a cleaning spell.
There was too much filth on it, even if he used a cleaning spell, he couldn't clean it all up, but Jon didn't obsess over this detail any more, and swept away all the minced meat, leaving only some in the After the blood that could not be cleared from the crevices, he put 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.
"Excuse me. How are we?"
A **** witch pleaded hoarsely.
"Let me die, please, give me a happy death!"
She didn't even have the strength to speak, but that desperate and humble request didn't make Jon stop.
Jon had already thought a lot in his mind when he entered this wooden house.
He doesn't think Grindelwald is a tyrannical lunatic like Voldemort, and he doesn't have any perverted hobbies, otherwise, even if he walks out of the tower, Dumbledore will never have any cooperation with him.
Then why did he treat these Death Eaters so cruelly?
Human body magic experiment.
There is only this kind of explanation. Jon is no stranger to this kind of experiment. It's not that he has seen or learned it somewhere, but in the banned books he got from the Hogwarts library, the experiment about this is not in it. few.
Even the actual carriers of some books are made from the flesh of these experimental objects.
In the ignorant and barbaric era of the Middle Ages, you can't expect all wizards who are also in this environment to 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 continuously refresh its lower limit as a human being.
But Jon couldn't say anything. These "experiments" were his enemies. If it was possible yesterday, these people would kill him without hesitation, and what Grindelwald said was right, they were all his enemies. Jon didn't have the power to accuse or order the prisoners, whatever he wanted to do with them.
What's more, Grindelwald saved him from these people.
Listening to the witch's begging, Jon pursed his lips. He didn't intend to speak at all. He just opened a bottle of Veritaserum in silence, and then sucked some from it with a dropper.
He walked up to the nearest wizard, and dropped three drops of Veritaserum into his open, panting mouth.
The wizard has no intention of resisting at all, and he has no room for resisting at all.
I don’t know what kind of spell the old man named Hans cast on them. Although these people seem to be able to move their hands and feet slightly, they have been slumped on the ground without any sign of struggle.
After being injected with Veritaserum, the wizard's eyes became even more empty and dazed.
Jon suspended the quill pen on the table on the notebook, and it will actively record all the conversations in the next room without manual manipulation.
Looking at the wizard who had already entered the state of answering questions, Jon took another long breath and asked.
"What information do you know of value to us?"
The wizard was silent for about a second or two, as if giving his brain time to recall and react, and then he opened and closed his mouth, like pouring beans, and said everything he had learned.
The shorthand quill was scribbling quickly on the diary. In the wooden house, apart from the cold wind blowing through the hollows in the wooden boards and making a "whoosh", there were only the sound of these Death Eaters' heavy breathing, and the sound of the pen tip scratching the paper. And the words of the wizard without any emotion.
He confessed many things, saying that his name is "Billis Carrow", and that he has a cousin and a cousin who are professors in Hogwarts Castle.
Talked about all the secret missions he had done under Voldemort, the filth and connection between the upper-level pure-blood officials.
Said something he knew about the British Ministry of Magic's round-up plan for the Order of the Phoenix.
While letting him keep talking, 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 higher-ups arranged to encircle and suppress the remaining forces of the Order of the Phoenix in the UK. At that time, I was at Kruger's house. His wife was great, and he was very incompetent. He could only watch me play with his wife. But that day his son, who was just in his first year at Hogwarts, came back from a leave of absence for some reason, and he saw me insulting his mother, and he raised his wand at me like crazy. Kruger was scared, he wanted Stop his son, the stupid woman under my crotch also screamed, they made me very upset, and the task assigned by the above made me very disturbed, I didn't hold back, and killed Kruger and his son gone."
His voice is so calm, and it's not just because of Veritaserum, but because he's just normal about things like this.
"That stupid woman was struggling, she had never fought like this before, and she was crying and saying that I ruined everything for her, which made me even more angry. They only cared about their dissatisfaction, but never considered my mood and feelings, so I killed her too."
"They're all half-breeds, and they can't be easily dealt with like Mudbloods, so I paid and bribed the people from the Department of Magical Law Enforcement to investigate, and set fire to the Kruger's house, creating an accidental fire scene to cover up the past .”
"But that woman was so addicting to me. I didn't want to forget her, so I cut off her head and kept it well. It is still hidden in my study."
Jon had already clenched his hands tightly into fists, listening to the wizard finish one of his insignificant crimes among countless crimes.
He suppressed the desire to draw out his wand and use the Killing Curse on this scumbag, but gritted his teeth and asked in a trembling voice.
"So, what about the results of your siege by the Order of the Phoenix last week?"
"Those people are too cunning, we dispatched many people, and finally only caught one of them."
"who is it!"
"Emeline Vance."
Jon remembered this name. This was a kind old witch. On the night before Halloween last year, when the Hogwarts carriage and Dumbledore parted from them, this witch was among the members of the Order of the Phoenix who bid farewell to them.
"You caught her?" Jon stared closely at the wizard.
"We caught her at the beginning, but she resisted fiercely and committed suicide many times. And she bit off her own tongue immediately, cutting off the possibility of us feeding her Veritaserum. These people Her memories are also difficult to extract, and the instigating thoughts of ordinary people can't break through their thought defenses at all. So...we chopped her up and threw her to feed the Voldebat."
"boom!"
Jon suddenly punched the wooden table! The creaking wooden table shook violently, and was almost broken by him. The shorthand quill that was placed on it was constantly recording, and the quill also flew up. After falling on the table again, it continued to record.
Jon couldn't bear the desire to kill in his heart anymore, he pulled out his wand, and the knuckles holding the wand turned pale because of too much force!
He waved his wand at the wizard, but at the last moment, he changed the original spellcasting, and the spell in his mouth also changed.
"Cruciatus!"
One of the Unforgivable Curses burst from the tip of his staff and fell on the Warlock.
No one can bear the torture that originated from the depths of the soul. The severe pain instantly awakened the wizard from the state of Veritaserum. His whole body convulsed like a boiled prawn, curled up in the Together!
But Jon didn't stop what he was doing. His expression was so cold that he had never used it before, his eyes were so terrifying, and the same spell sounded.
"Cruciatus!"
"ah!!"
The warlock screamed miserably, his skin seemed to have shrunk and clinged to his bones, and the blue veins were like wriggling earthworms, twitching constantly under the pale skin!
Jon gasped violently. He stared at the wizard who had been tortured into an inhuman form, but the tyranny in his heart seemed to have not been vented at all, but accumulated more and more.
The other Death Eaters were tremblingly watching this scene, Jon had a desire to drop everything in this wooden house now, turn around and leave.
He wanted to escape the bloodiest darkness, and wanted to erase all the memories from being brought here by Grindelwald.
But in the end, he didn't make any move to move his feet.
Instead, he remained silent for a long time, and finally took a very long, deep breath, and turned back to looking at the next Death Eater with emotionless eyes.
"Sorry, some gaffe, let's continue."
I hope there will be no accidents in this chapter. There will be another chapter of two-in-one tonight, and eight thousand more today
(end of this chapter)