Fortunately, the Main Line is at Hogwarts

"So, think about it now, what is so special about you?"

The man whispered again, coughed up a mouthful of blood, leaned against the wall, and looked at Jessica and the others calmly.

This guy is naturally Patient Zero, Mr. Potter.

As Shire has always emphasized, he is to study the nature of magical creatures, the nature of magic, not to torture for the sake of torture.

Naturally, Mr. Potter wouldn't be tortured to such an inhuman shape in a few days.

In fact, during this period of time, apart from a few tubes of blood being taken from Mr. Potter, even the observation of the cells was obtained from oral cells.

The treatment is countless times better than falling into the hands of voodoo.

Although voodoo will not torture him, but just think about what kind of guys voodoo is composed of. Mr. Potter is a white man, staying in voodoo itself is already a kind of torture .

"We have no special place."

Jessica understood what Mr. Potter meant.

Although I still don't quite believe it, I have already understood their actual situation.

But, they are really just ordinary people.

"Whatever you say."

Potter didn't mind her answer.

He was curious, but not to the point where he had to understand. Besides, what happened to ordinary people, ordinary people are also very valuable, okay?

Because once the evil wizard's research has progressed, how to verify it.

At this time, ordinary people are naturally useful.

Mr. Porter took the long view.

"When can we see Xia, Shire."

Jessica asked quickly again.

"Breakfast and dinner."

Mr Potter replied.

He knew that people like Jessica probably hadn't given up yet.

"Two meals a day, you won't be hungry, but the taste is very ordinary. I suspect that guy may be an Englishman."

Jessica finally calmed down.

She sat silently on the ground, looking at the ground, in a daze, not knowing what she was thinking.

………………

Above, in front of Charles was the corpse of a mutated creature.

Beside him was Madison with a look of disgust.

"Bah!"

As the scalpel cut open the dirty chest skin of the mutated creature, a stream of foul-smelling blood spewed out instantly.

Madison, who was wearing goggles, hid far away, pinched his nose, looked at the pretending Charles, and couldn't help complaining.

"I don't know what you're working on."

"But are you sure it makes sense?"

The harvest is huge, it can be called a bumper harvest.

Not only added a lot of ordinary people in one breath, but also a family of mutant creatures.

But the only thing that hasn't changed is Shire's experimental level.

After all, he is not a professional researcher. In the field of biology, chemistry, or other fields, he actually knows none of them.

Even in the field of magical potions, he had accumulated a lot of experience in mixing formulas through brushing formulas, and he had rich experience in experiments.

Even though his scalpel didn't shake at all, it was the same as if he hadn't cut it open. Madison suspected that Charles might not even be able to identify the internal organs.

This is normal.

Real objects and drawing explanations are completely different.

"Damn it."

Charles, who was under the head-bubble spell, let out a deep breath.

After wiping the blood, he looked at the puddle in front of him mixed with blood and other unknown liquids, looking a little dazed as he tried to figure out a big pot of tomato soup.

That's right, as Madison said, he couldn't even distinguish the most basic organs.

Before, he only had Patient Zero in his hands. Shengtong was special. Jason only had half an arm, so he couldn't do high-end operations like planing.

Now that he has the corpse of the mutated creature in his hand, Charles can try it.

Then he realized that this was completely different from his basic anatomy before going to bed last night. The heart, kidneys, lungs... where are they all!

Could it be Madison who secretly stuffed forgotten grass under his pillow!

Charles was silent while holding the scalpel.

Although mutant creatures are mutant creatures, they were still human beings before they mutated. Although there were changes, the changes would not be too great.

How could he not recognize it at all.

Seeing Charles' bewilderment, Madison laughed even louder in the distance.

But soon she thought of an excellent idea.

"Let me get you a reference."

she said.

"What?"

Charles turned his head slightly slowly.

"A normal human being."

"As a comparison."

"I think Jessica is fine."

"She's so beautiful, her intestines must be more beautiful than normal people, right?"

Madison's malice was not at all disguised.

Charles recovered from his daze, and thought for a while.

"Okay, but bring Franny over here."

"I think Jessica is better."

"Just Franny."

"All right."

Madison shrugged reluctantly, turned and walked to the side door next to him.

While Madison was going down to the dungeon, Charles pulled off his rubber gloves, tapped his magic wand, and fixed the dug-up corpse in front of him to prevent the internal organs from shifting due to the open air.

It has to be said that he did encounter a problem.

Although he was mentally prepared long before, but after actually doing it, Charles found that it was far more difficult than imagined.

Science and magic are two completely different fields, and whether it is the former or the latter, he actually only has a half-knowledge.

Even if it is magic, what he has is a lot of game experience, proficient in various spells, unpopular magic, weird knowledge and hidden secrets.

Experiments on the nature of magic?

In the game, it is the core of system computing, and there is nothing to study.

The initial experiments used a lot of conventional biological knowledge, and Charles was not a major in biology. After trying this period of time, he found that he was not a genius by inference.

Charles thinks it is quite difficult to reach the level of a normal researcher from zero to more than ten years of education in just a few days.

Fortunately, there is no way.

He still has a system.

Similar discoveries should be hinted in the system, just like learning a new kind of magic by self-taught, or successfully improving a certain kind of magic.

Of course, there has been no hint so far. Charles doesn't know if this road is blocked or if he hasn't encountered it for the time being.

With the system prompts, it is equivalent to a step-by-step transformation of incomprehensible knowledge. On this basis, it is much easier to understand.

If this path fails, there is no other way.

Charles is not proficient in these aspects of knowledge, but there are people who are proficient, and they should be willing to help.

"Buzz."

The notebook in his arms suddenly vibrated.

Charles calmly tore off the other rubber glove, leaned back in the swivel chair, crossed his legs, took out the notebook, and flipped through it in his hand.

At this time, the notebook skin has become a basic anatomy.

Yes, Madison can see Charles watching the basic anatomy every day, except that sometimes he is really watching the real anatomy, at least two-thirds of the time, in fact Was talking to Hermione and her sisters.

The countries of Jasmine, Aisha, and Aurora are safe, and the princess group can go for a ride occasionally, but there are still potential threats in the world of Baixue, Aila and others.

Most of the time, they still can only stay in the tree house as a small house girl.

The princesses have synesthesia, and the way of communication is much more convenient than dictation. At this time, there is Charles who is knowledgeable and can be a strong backing, and has a special relationship with their little sister Hermione. Being the only external communicator is invaluable.

So besides Hermione, other people would often chat with him.

At this time, Charles would thank the alchemist hidden in France more than once.

If it wasn't for his ingenious invention, the laptop is so concealed that it can achieve the effect of being black under the light, and if it is replaced by a mobile phone, I am afraid that he would have overturned the car long ago.

After all, even if the princesses don't talk much, a few words per person, accumulated every day, will take up a lot of Shire's time, and it will be easy to be suspected.

Holding the mobile phone and chatting every day, even if it is a joke, Madison will probably turn his face, not to mention that the current Madison has also been immersed in Hollywood in the future, and she has been eaten by dogs long ago.

Now she also has some romantic longings and secondary school in her heart.

So, thanks to the perfect camouflage of the notebook, it turns out that men understand men better.

The alchemist boss who tried to start a communication revolution in the magic world when he was young: ?