In the darkness of the night, in the dark alleys, murder and lust were going on at the same time, and as Hoffa and Ryan passed by them, the female vampire seemed to sense something, and she put away her sharp canine teeth and looked at the darkness in confusion.

After walking away, Hoffa's frightened small group of people gathered together in the distance, a vampire was not uncommon, but he had never heard of so many at the same time.

On the streets, this kind of thing can be seen everywhere. There was laughter, moaning, and sucking between them. One by one, the crazy men surged like moths to the dark corners, where groups of vampires gathered.

Ryan: "As I said, it's not strange that anything terrible has happened these days. Someone can turn all the people in a city into a corpse, and naturally someone can infect all the people in a city into vampires. It was supposed to be a safe area to protect Muggles, but it had rotted from within. ”

"Who did it?"

"There is a high-ranking blood clan living in seclusion here, using war to spread the blood plague, his true identity is unknown, but that is my goal, I must find him out, or the whole city will be doomed. ”

"How many vampires are there here now?"

"Thousands. Ryan paused and smiled wryly, "But this is still a conservative estimate." ”

Thousands, Hoffa gasped, in the wizarding world, vampires are not rare, and a vampire is not terrible, but thousands of them still appear in Muggle cities. It can already be described as terrifying.

Ryan continued, "They are a highly hierarchical species, and the higher the level of the Bloodline, the more Clans and Bloodservants. If there is a war, these vast and many families can be said to be the most troublesome cannon fodder for the enemy, especially at night, their abilities will be greatly improved, which is very terrifying. What's even more terrifying is that their numbers are increasing exponentially, and it will be too late to stop them if they spread to other cities. ”

As they spoke, they came to a large, deserted playground that was supposed to be the campus of a university. Now that it was sealed in chains on all sides, a stone altar stood tall in the middle of the playground, and the smell of blood in the air grew stronger.

Hundreds of men gathered under the altar, and they made no sound except for heavy and trembling breathing, and it was surprisingly quiet.

On the altar, there were all kinds of women. Looks are all high-quality, if it weren't for this environment, Hoffa would almost think that this is the scene of some kind of model catwalk. But they didn't wear any fashionable clothes, and they didn't even need to wear clothes.

Several men in golden masks stood behind them. Peeling off their clothes little by little, he slowly sank his sharp teeth into their necks.

The gesture is like a dance. The elegance of beauty contrasts sharply with the animality and savagery of the streets.

When the women were first sucked blood, their expressions were frightened and their bodies spasmed violently, but gradually, they twisted their bodies, instinctively holding the man in the golden mask behind them with their backhands. Sharp fangs grow in the mouth.

"It's a shame that so many good girls have been turned into vampires. In the corner, Ryan whispered close to Hoffa's ear, "These high-level vampires are only interested in pretty girls. ”

"Why?

"People who are fed by vampires can experience very intense pleasure that can be addictive, and in that pleasure many people will voluntarily indulge in being sucked.

However, if you are good-looking, if there is an ugly vampire with buckteeth and a garlic nose, will you be willing to be sucked?"

"I'm going to kill her. ”

Hoffa said honestly.

"Look, all creatures are the same. The high-level blood clan knows the importance of appearance, they search for beautiful women, transform them into vampires, and then they spread the blood plague, those who are not high-willed, can easily take the bait and be transformed into the lowest-level blood servants. They are like addicts, entangled in blood addiction, and they cannot be freed for the rest of their lives, and can only become minions of the blood clan. After a pause, he smiled and said, "I think your friend who was taken away should look good." ”

"Damn it!"

Hoffa's head grew when he thought of Chloe, and when he knew that it was a vampire city, he regretted even more that he hadn't made the decision to wake her up. It's good now, if this turns the nun into a vampire, her mission will be in vain.

Ryan held out a hand: "Look, our goals don't conflict, only by finding out who is behind this city can you save your friends, and I can do my job, come and help me, Hoffa." ”

"If it weren't for pouring cold water on you, we might not be opponents if we could create so many vampires. ”

"That's right. ”

Ryan still stretched out his hand and said calmly, "But we have Hogwarts behind us, and I have Jasmine. We don't need to defeat him, we just need to find him and send a letter to Hogwarts, and naturally there will be reinforcements to help us. ”

"We, when did I join you?"

"We are a school, not an academy, but you can't deny it. There is an indissoluble connection between us. ”

"Pull it down, shameless. ”

Hoffa looked away, thinking that he and Tom Riddle were still from the same school, so was there any constant connection between them?

Ryan wasn't angry, he held his hand firmly in front of Hoffa, and the good-natured Hufflepuff stretched out his hand and looked unusually determined.

After a moment of hesitation, Hoffa relented, and he sighed: "Don't blame me for being cold-blooded and ruthless, but if you were to ask me to choose between friends and this city, I think I might choose friends." ”

"No one is going to force you to make that choice, isn't it okay to seek common ground while reserving differences?" Ryan said immediately.

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure. The wizard replied.

Hoffa took Ryan's outstretched hand. A dim golden glow flickered, and after wrapping around their arms for a week, it vanished.

......

......

"Is Grindelwald really coming?"

In a room piled high with thick books, an old man in a gorgeous green robe asked Mance, "The sacrifice is about to begin, and I don't want anyone to interrupt it." ”

"Rest assured, Sir Rusfan. ”

Mance on the sofa in the corner said nonchalantly, "Grindelwald won't care what you do, even if you take all the people of England to sacrifice, he probably won't care." ”

"I can accept everyone else saying that, but that guy, no one knows what is going on in that guy's head, God knows if he will be nervous and inexplicably target me. ”

"You're thinking too much, Your Excellency, and do your thing in peace. ”

"It can't be two days later, and when I finish this ceremony and become a real blood relative, it doesn't matter who comes. ”

"I can't help it. ”

Mance spread his hands helplessly, and smiled very humbly: "Kleist wants to save his son, you tell me why don't you go and talk to Kleist, and ask him if he is willing to postpone for two days." In the Guild, I'm just a gangster who plays wizards' hands. ”

Kleist ...... The green-robed old man's face became a little gloomy and impatient. He tapped the mahogany table with his right knuckle and said to himself, "Wizard...... Sorcerer...... It's always a wizard, it's a hateful ......"

At this moment, there was a polite knock at the door.

"Who?"

The green-robed old man was impatient.

The door was pushed open, and a tall man walked in, wearing a golden mask on his face and leading behind him a young girl with her hands tied.

"Look what I've caught, father. The man in the golden mask said, his tone full of invitation.

"Why, did you catch that Hogwarts spy?" asked the old man in the green robe, impatiently.

The golden-masked man shook his head, "I'm sorry, father, I didn't find the Hogwarts Dark Chess, but I accidentally found a very good sacrifice, you see." ”

As he spoke, he pushed the girl he was dragging behind him forward,

"Let go of me, I'll go myself!" said the girl, annoyed, "who are you, and why did you bring me here?"

Excellent sacrifice? The green-robed old man raised his eyebrows.

Behind him, two maids in fringed robes stepped forward, holding the shoulders of the struggling girl left and right, forcing her to lift her face.

Mance, who was sitting in the corner, had been nonchalant, but when he saw the nun in the black and white robe, he stood up sharply, and the nun saw him.

"It's you! bastard, I knew I couldn't get out of it!"

Chloe screamed, "Die, you won't get anything from me......"

The sound stopped abruptly.

The green-robed old man pinched the nun's mouth with his full right hand, shook her head, turned his head and looked at Mance with a smile: "Strange, you know?"

Mance's expression returned to flatness, and he sat down slowly, "Of course, she is the target I want to catch, but I didn't expect it to fall into your hands, it's really a trick." ”

"That's ......"

Ignoring Chloe's frightened eyes, the green-robed old man pinched her cheek and sniffed at her neck: "The church always likes to make such pure and immaculate things, as if it can show its own justice and legitimacy. But what is the point of purity if you lose it. I think the night god will be pleased with this sacrifice. You're doing well, my kid. ”

The man in the golden mask standing next to him immediately bent down and bowed: "Rightfully so, father." ”

"Alright, let's go down, and don't make any mistakes at the festival in three days' time. ”

The masked man, with two tasseled robes, slowly stepped back. In the study, only the nun, the green robe, and Mance were left.

The green robe let go of Chloe's mouth, and with a slight wave of her fingers, the nun's mouth and arms were instantly locked by an invisible spell, unable to make a sound or make any movements.

"How can you thank me, Mance. The green robe looked at the man on the couch.

"How do you want me to thank you?" Mance asked.

"Don't let Grindelwald come, take this nun and go back to your Berlin. He stared at Mansdow in the eye, "You finish your task, I finish my sacrifice." ”

Mance smiled, looked away from Chloe, and shook his head: "I said, you have to talk to Kleist about this, I can't be the master." ”

The green robe pointed at Chloe: "What, she's not important to you?"

"It's not as important as you think, and even if you turn her into a vampire, I won't blink an eye. ”

Chloe whimpered in horror, the green-robed old man's face was completely gloomy, and he looked at Mance suspiciously, his right knuckle tapping on the table.

"Well, I have a proposal. Mance said with a smile.

"You say. ”

"Have you ever thought about having a banquet? ”

"What do you mean by a banquet?"

"Since three days later is a very important sacrifice for you, and the day of Grindelwald's visit, it may also be the day of Anker's resurrection. Aren't you going to have a banquet at such an important time?"

"Why should I entertain someone I don't welcome at all," said the green-robed old man coldly. "You, Grindelwald, Kleist, I don't welcome it, at least not now. ”

"Because of this, I can invite Grindelwald in the name of the ceremony. If Grindelwald had come, and he had come as a party, he wouldn't have done anything too much to you, and maybe he could have been able to keep the Ministry of Magic or people with ulterior motives from infiltrating, right?"

"How is that possible," the green-robed old man sneered, "I haven't heard of Grindelwald partying since I've lived so long, he's only interested in death, when I don't know?"

"Then you're going to have to open it all the more, at least, do a superficial job for Kleist. If Grindelwald wasn't interested in your sacrifice, he wouldn't come, and I have an excuse to prevaricate the powerful Mr. Kleist. ”

"What a prevarication, he can't save his son, he will definitely kill you. The green-robed old man sneered.

"That also keeps his anger from reaching you, right, after all, you don't hit the smiling man, you prepared a banquet and treated him politely. Even if he kills me, he won't do anything to you. ”

"What can he do to me!" the old man's face changed abruptly, and he slapped the table and stood up, "as long as I finish the ritual......"

"You're not done after all. Mance pointed to the old man's left hand, which was bent in a strange arc, "There are still three days to go, and it will be the night of the full moon." ”

The old man jerked his severed hand into his sleeve, "I don't need you to remind me, Muggle!" he said viciously.

Mance just smiled and said nothing,

The green-robed old man's face changed several times, and in the end, he still gritted his teeth and sat down, "Hmph... Wizards, damn wizards. ”

"Look," said Mance, spreading his hands, "it would be better for you to have a banquet and invite Kleist to the ceremony." ”

"Why do you think so hard about me?" said the old man, "I don't believe that your conscience has found a believer who wants to save me, the god of the night. ”

"Of course not. Mance sighed, "I'll have to think of a way back for myself, don't I, if Grindelwald doesn't come and Kleist kills me in a fit of rage, I think you can turn my body into a vampire." ”

"Wow!"

The old man laughed out loud, his face looked much better, he sat down on the chair with Erlang's legs crossed, looked at Mance with interest, and he smiled: "You little Muggle is still a little clever, no wonder Grindelwald wants you to help him do things." What, you want to be my son?"

"If you can survive, it doesn't hurt to be a grandson. I should be about the same age as your grandson, if you have one. ”

"Hahaha......"

The old man laughed loudly, and after laughing, he said happily: "Then you call your father first, and if it is pleasing to your ears, I can consider reincarnating you in case Kleist kills you." ”

Mance got down on one knee, "As you wish, father." ”

In the distance, Chloe stood in the corner with her mouth gagged, unable to make a sound as she watched the strange scene unfolding in front of her. Mance's actions made her sick to her stomach, and she couldn't believe that someone could be so shameless. Coupled with what had happened in the past, her hatred of Mance was at its peak. But just as Mance was on his knees, he actually took the time to smile and wink at her.

The green-robed old man didn't feel anything wrong, and he burst out laughing, laughing more heartily than ever.

"Okay, I promise you. He said heroically: "It's just a banquet, I won't let you down." ”

Mance stretched out his hand: "Then, in three days, it's all up to you." ”

"It's a deal. The old man took his hand.

"It's a deal. ”