Even though Vid and Dumbledore can both confirm that Rita Skeeter sent out a distress signal from this island, there are indeed weapons here targeted at wizards, but they did not imdiately regard the other party as an enemy.
The poppets launching attacks appear absolutely savage, but in fact each follows a command—not to kill.
As for severed hands or feet or broken ribs, such matters are considered no big deal in the Magic World.
The two of them infiltrated the island to investigate these people’s identities. However, this part of the information has not been found yet; they first ca across a large number of experint reports, rosters, and trade catalogs.
[0203: Mario Hogan, 15 years old, heart match, blood match, healthy body...processed.]
[0241: Benedict Duke, 13 years old, kidney match, blood match, healthy body...processed.]
[0128: Jasmine Camille, 14 years old, liver match, marrow match, heart match, healthy body...processed.]
[1957: Anastasia Joy, 9 years old, heart-lung match, marrow match...infected with a contagious disease, destroyed.]
Behind these simple lines of text are bloody organ pictures, living lives forcibly buried.
These were just so files Vid grabbed casually; the docunts he didn’t look through are orderly and dense on the shelves.
Folders marked [Magic] contained even more detailed personal files.
The first page is a young child’s photo, followed by detailed information rivaling a political audit form, with blood relations traced back to great-great-grandparents.
Then ca examinations detailed down to hair growth speed, and countless experintal records completely unrelated to humanity.
Under those brutal experints, young wizards quickly beca consumables, with so erupting with extraordinarily strong power from despair, causing great damage to the base.
Then they learned various thods to restrict wizards, primarily the interference between electromagnetic fields and magic energy fields. Now, young wizards wear a collar called a restriction ring, making them completely unable to use their powers normally.
This made those kids endure the base’s cruel treatnt continuously, even unable to commit suicide.
"Stupid Muggles." Dumbledore said with a cold gaze after seeing these files: "This will have very terrible consequences—I hope they have not made irrevocable mistakes."
Vid glanced at the security personnel lying next to them.
This was a chubby man, round face, round build, round eyes, looking like an innocent raccoon, the caretaker of this place.
As they broke in, Vid only used the Stunning Spell to put him to sleep, but after looking at several files, he utilized Veritaserum, forcing this fat manager to reveal the truth—
"I don’t know how many people were sent here, I’ve never counted... no one needs to know this..."
"Every month children are sent here, sotis two or thirty, other tis one or two hundred... no pattern really, if there is anything to say, it would be more during wars, sa during natural disasters and calamities..."
"After raising them for a while, when eting suitable buyers, they can be sold off... blood, organs, marrow, skin... anything works."
"Even with contagious diseases and unusable organs, there are people specially collecting bones and eyes... the sphenoid bone, the butterfly-shaped bone at the front of the skull, collectors for this are the most, selling for the highest..."
"Actually, the ones sent to us are all cast-offs, the good-looking kids, and talented, easily brainwashed young wizards are sent to other places... we just utilize others’ unwanted trash, make so use of waste..."
The fat manager said terrifying things in a usual tone.
Probing further, Vid found that this seemingly simple and honest man had several lives on his hands.
The "Sweeper Fish" job was originally unrelated to him, but he sent gifts to other colleagues specifically asking for the chance to be involved, for stress relief, for the absurd reason of "fun."
As Vid was about to act, a sudden buzzing sounded, and both of them had to start resisting the pain of boiling magic power, while the fat manager was put back into a stupor to keep him from doing anything.
When it was over, Vid asked, "Professor, do you think... we should spare these people anymore?"
Next to Dumbledore, Vid originally wanted to appear more "great, glorious, and correct," but at this mont, he felt unable to bear it anymore.
Dumbledore sighed: "I never hope you to be overly lenient to enemies, Vid—I only hope you don’t underestimate life’s value."
"I understand..."
Vid gestured, and Firebird Mikhail eagerly peeked out from the cloakroom space, flas dancing on it, instantly raising the room’s temperature by several degrees.
But Dumbledore pressed a void on Mikhail’s head, the Firebird puzzledly gazed at him.
"Go back." Dumbledore said.
The White Wizard’s words seed to contain so powerful magic, causing Mikhail to involuntarily retreat into the cloakroom space.
Vid frowned: "Professor?"
"You don’t need to, Vid." Dumbledore said: "I don’t wish to see your soul hurt."
As soon as he finished speaking, he waved his hand, and a scorching fla engulfed the fat manager’s body.
The man awoke abruptly from his stupor, leaping up only to fall imdiately, mouth agape, dying in a posture intent on screaming but silent.
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