Vladimir the Crimson Reaper. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Commonly known as a vampire, true identity, blood magician.

There wasn't much difference, in fact, vampires were more acceptable than bloodmages - at least that was the case in the Muggle world after so many poignant love stories.

Alan had never expected blood magic to be treated as normal magic, and to be honest, the most evil forms of black magic were probably like this, so he didn't choose to accept it even after the United States had collected the inheritance to unlock Vladimir.

It all stems from the unknown - Galen's legacy directly changed his physique, and who knows if it would be from a vampire?

At this moment when Voldemort has not yet emerged, if he really changes, it is natural to imagine what awaits him, so he has been ignoring this option. But now that the enemy is almost on the head, why do you think about it so much?

The "Ding" system beeps - "You have obtained the shard of Vladimir the Crimson Reaper, and the legacy has been synthesized." ”

"Ding--You have obtained the fragment of Vladimir the Crimson Reaper, the inheritance has been synthesized, and you have obtained Vladimir, Count of Vladimir!

Are you kidding!

It's just at this time!

Alan didn't even have time to complain, he didn't even bother to look at the prompts inside the system, and began to receive the vast inheritance from the system - I don't know if it was because there were too many such inheritances or because of the deep unlocking of this inheritance, Alan felt that the knowledge was as simple as if he had been proficient in it in the first place, but now he reopened the dusty notebook to review.

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At the other end of the battlefield, the leading wizard Rogov was moving his wand away from the corpse of the fallen guy in front of him.

Is he probably called Gavrilla? Or Ivan?

Who knows--he's a great boy, this Legoff is very sure, for he had met this young man a few times in the Ministry of Magic, and his industriousness made Levoff ask his name at the time.

But what's the use of that? They're traitors now.

The Ministry of Magic has decreed that wizards are strictly forbidden to interfere in political battles in private, and a lot of blood has been shed for this in the past few years - so it doesn't matter if you have this young life now.

In the course of the struggles, the Ministry of Magic has lost more than a dozen controlled magical creatures - those herbs don't grow and dry on their own to become potions, and those magical creatures don't go all the way to send their own tail hair, hair, and even nerves to wizards as wand materials, not to mention the raw materials that are required to make those magic items.

I don't know what those Muggle-born wizards think - they are trying to influence the wizarding world through the Muggle world.

Over the years, in addition to providing the necessary protection for the Muggle Prime Minister, when did the noble wizards need to cooperate with the Muggles? They even sent wizards to hold the Muggle Prime Minister hostage!!

Unforgivable - these people should be sent to the ice prison to catch the snow catkins!

This is for internal divisions!

Originally, the Ministry of Magic thought that this trend had been suppressed, but I didn't expect that those guys who split out not only occupied a large number of magical creatures, but also broke people into the interior of the Ministry of Magic!

Today, they came to pick up the guy who had changed his mind, but they didn't expect him to be caught before he ran out - because of the peace treaty, they couldn't do it directly, but who would have thought that this group of stupid guys would dare to take the initiative to tear up the treaty?

Very foolish!

He withdrew his gaze from the dead man and turned to the two men who had fled earlier.

Whoever they were, what they were here for—they didn't want to leave alive to-day, for from all that had happened before, they were suspected of rebellion, and that alone was enough.

Rogov felt the burning pain in his right leg and thought - that pot of porridge was the most profound stain of his noble lineage!

If those two little wizards hadn't been killed today, everything that had happened today would have become a laughing stock and spread throughout the Ministry of Magic! He, a noble wizard and a strong contender for the next Minister of Magic, had actually fallen on top of a pot of hot porridge!

Even if it was cleaned up and swept away by the whirlwind, the blood blisters that had been scalded from the hot porridge were not part of the first aid skills he had mastered - as for letting his subordinates treat? What are you kidding, is this because he is afraid that this matter will not spread?

Thinking of this, his murderous intent was a little heavier - since the moment Grindelwald gathered a magical army to try to conquer their wizarding world, the Ministry of Magic began to support the new Muggle forces, they had killed many disobedient wizards in their hands!

Then, he looked up and tried to find the traces of the two young wizards who were supposed to disappear - their appearance could not escape very far, especially since a wizard of his age could not have mastered apparition.

The wizard also had a quick-healing spell - he didn't recommend letting it pass on to his family.

Wait, why did that boy come here on his own, and didn't even bring that unknown magical creature with him?

Did he come to surrender, or was this stupid guy trying to make the little girl escape by sacrificing himself?

What are you kidding! They're elites! How could a mere wizard hold them back from a team?

However, it would also be a good idea to trick this idiot into his data sorcery before the battle - after all, the probability of his accidental death in the battle is too great.

"Hey, little ghost—" He stopped the attack his men were trying to make, anticipating a fraud.

Unfortunately, the little wizard who walked slowly responded to his question so simply that he didn't even react.

A large amount of blood exploded from the little wizard's body, blooming like a blood-colored pear blossom.

At the same time, a trace of blood suddenly appeared in the center of the land under their feet, and then it spread wildly like a flame burning in the grassland, and everyone fell into the blood-colored land when they were out of control.

At this point, the wizards had time to react of their own - without asking stupid questions about what the hell had you done, a dozen bolts of magic went straight at the initiator who had turned pale from completing two blood spells.

And the latter, when many spells attacked, suddenly melted directly into a puddle like wax meets a red-hot iron pestle.