Ryan climbed out of the subway station, and the owl was standing on the station sign at the moment, his head twisted at one hundred and eighty degrees, holding a dead mouse in his mouth, looking at him.

Thirty meters away, on the shattered ground, stood a one-man tall iron cocoon, the product of the battle between Hoffa and Celia, which held the female vampire who had a moment of warmth with him.

Ryan subconsciously took two steps towards the iron cocoon, and then he turned back, hurried to his owl, took out a roll of sheepskin from his chest, wrote a message on the paper, and tied the letter to the owl's leg.

"Quick, Jasmine, send the letter to Hogwarts and have Dean Husley send someone, you have to be quick, understand?"

The owl turned its head back, threw away the food in its mouth, flapped its wings, and flew into the air.

Ryan, on the other hand, raised his wand and made several intricate movements in the air, accompanied by violent fluctuations in mana and a soft crackling sound, his owl slammed head-on into the spell in the air and disappeared into the air, only a few brown bird feathers slowly fell from the sky.

After doing all this, he let out a long sigh of relief, and then walked quickly to the one-man tall iron cocoon, and studied it carefully.

There was no doubt that this was the most skillful transfiguration technique he had ever seen. In just an instant, the Ravenclaw classmate changed the structure and properties of matter, creating a cage directly in place, and firmly enclosing Kylia in it.

There were no spells, no spell casting process, and just with his own mental force field, he wasn't sure who else in the school could do this, maybe the teacher in the Transfiguration class couldn't either.

"Is that why you left Hogwarts?"

Ryan smiled wryly, and he kept tapping his wand into the seamless iron cocoon, trying to find a flaw in it so that he could rescue the mortally injured vampire who was locked inside.

But no matter how he tried, how he used the spell to crack it, the iron cocoon stood firmly in place like an eternal iceberg, and the precise bite of the palms on it made Ryan desperate.

After ten minutes of smashing the thing, Ryan gave up the idea of opening it with magic, and he put his ear to it, but it didn't hear anything, and the toy was as quiet as a solid iron ball.

Although in the dungeon, he once again saw the brutality of vampires, the humans who were sucked into slag, and the innocent girls who were put on a plate and killed by the neck. But the worry that can't be suppressed grows in Ryan's heart, will she die? If she doesn't die, maybe there is still a chance to change her ways.

With that in mind, he retrieved a rusty crowbar from a distant garbage heap and tried to open the sturdy cocoon in a Muggle fashion.

Taking a deep breath, he tentatively moved the tip of the crowbar

Push slightly.

With a click, the entire iron cocoon suddenly turned into a cloud of shards, turning back into dust and rubble. A gray mass rolled from the iron cocoon to the ground, twitching slightly.

Ryan himself was stunned at this moment, to be honest, he didn't have much hope at all, just a dead horse as a live horse doctor, but he didn't expect that this unbreakable iron cocoon would shatter into scum like an eggshell after encountering a crowbar.

It's not right to think about it, even if it's a normal Transfiguration Charm, until the Transfigurer lifts it himself, unless a higher-level Transfiguration comes over, or the caster dies or the mana runs out, there is no room to unravel it at all.

In either case, Ryan felt that it was impossible, his attainment in transfiguration was far less than that of Hoffa, but to say that the guy died or ran out of mana, Ryan felt that it was unlikely.

Thinking of the appearance of that guy when he quietly dug a hole for himself, he felt that even if he died three times, that guy might not necessarily die.

But these thoughts only flashed through his mind, and soon all his attention was drawn to the unconscious vampire on the ground.

He turned over the creature on the ground, and the vampire lying on the ground looked very different from before, she was no longer pale and beautiful, but gray and shriveled, with protruding joints, like a fifty-year-old woman who was extremely malnourished.

Ryan's hand shook, he couldn't dare that this guy was the beauty who had fallen in love with him a few hours ago, and the change was so big that he couldn't accept it for a while.

The vampire wasn't dead yet, and when she saw Ryan, she flipped over with all her might, staring at him unblinking, her thin, bulging eyes.

"Blood ......."

The emaciated vampire said hoarsely, looking at Ryan's neck, trying to prop herself up from the ground, but couldn't.

"Blood ......" she lay on the ground, and could only utter this one syllable.

Settled, Ryan sat down on his knees again, he was a little scared, as if his dream had come to naught, and life had faded into disguise. When the clear water dries up, the dry and dilapidated riverbed behind it is revealed.

"You... It's okay. ”

He asked, and after asking, he felt that he had asked a nonsense, how could she be described in a good way.

"Blood ......"

The vampire looked at him, his voice getting lower and lower.

"Are you lying to me in the first place, those words are probably just trying to trick me to the ground. Ryan said to himself, reaching out and touching the withered, ugly vampire's forehead, which was as rough as sandpaper.

"I've been down there to see it, and I won't forgive you anyway. However, I also said that I would send you alive to the Wizengamot trial, and I will not break my word. ”

As he spoke, the wand turned into a sharp dagger in his hand.

A cold light flashed.

A streak of red trickled down from his palm and landed on the vampire's face, its waist snapping down as if it had a spring on it, opening its parched mouth full of fangs.

Drops of blood fell into her mouth, and her body swelled up like absorbent resin, and Ryan's face turned pale from blood loss.

Ten breaths later, the shriveled old woman on the ground became a thin young woman about thirty years old because of the nourishment of blood, although not as beautiful and moving as the first meeting, but also had the charm of still existing, and the smell of broken flowers and willows. Her chest still bears the wounds from Hoffa's punches, but she's out of death.

Crackling.

Crackling.

Crackling.

Three soft sounds, accompanied by violent fluctuations in mana.

Puffs of black smoke dissipated into the air.

Ryan, who had been fed the blood, immediately held his palm and stood up. A chestnut owl hovered and landed on his shoulder, flapped its wings and pecked him in the ear.

In the darkness, several figures in dark green suits slowly walked out, they were all about the same age as themselves. Dressed up in the same way as a normal office worker on the street, Muggles.

After seeing who was coming, Ryan breathed a sigh of relief and put his hands behind his back: "Why are you here?"

"Why can't it be us. ”

One of the blond boys at the head of the group raised the note in his hand, "Since it's a Slytherin traitor, it's up to us Slytherin people to deal with it." ”

"I thought my letter was delivered to Professor Hesley..."

"The Hufflepuff men and the Gryffindor men went to Birmingham to assist the Gryffindor men, and now the coastal area is under our charge. The blonde Slytherin recounted in a steady tone, with a thick tone of alienation and coldness that could not be dissolved.

"I see, what about Professor Slughorn? Why isn't he there. ”

"He's in charge of making potions in the camp, so it's not convenient to see you for the time being. ”

The boy's expression became a little impatient: "Hurry up, you are not in a hurry in the letter, why did you come here instead, but you are grinding and chirping, where is the accident, take us over."

"No, you can't do it, it's very dangerous down there, if there is no adult wizard to lead the team, I don't worry...."

The faces of the Slytherins in front of them fell, looking very unhappy.

"It's rare for a Hufflepuff to question the quality of our Slytherin, and as far as I know, you haven't won the House Cup in four or five years. ”

Someone said this, and the Slytherins at the front parted respectfully, revealing the guy behind them who was talking.

The young man had black hair and black eyes, shoulder-length hair, delicate pale skin, and slightly convex cheekbones, probably due to his emaciated figure. He wears a slender Muggle suit and has a straight figure. The slender fingers resemble those of a pianist, and while holding the wand, he wears an ancient black ring on the door. and the green and black scarf embroidered with a black snake on his neck, making his whole person look very noble and handsome.

He grabbed his wand and walked out of the crowd and into Ryan's presence with a warm smile on his face, but Ryan felt the pressure on his face.

He knew the guy in front of him, Tom Marvolo Riddle, the new Slytherin prefect and the most popular Hogwarts student in recent years.

"Not even you. Ryan said, "You don't know what's going on down there, it's very dangerous, and we have to have an adult wizard come over." ”

Tom Riddle didn't heed Ryan's advice, but walked around him three times, his eyes wandering over him and the female vampire, and he was very uncomfortable to see this guy.

"Nocturnal creatures, werewolves, vampires, or something else?"

Tom stood still, and he pointed to the woman beside Ryan.

Ryan couldn't help but stand up straight, "Vampire. He said.

The boy in front of him has a high reputation in Slytherin, and although he is two years lower than himself, he knows that he is no match for him.

In the school's dueling club, the teenager defeated all the students who came to challenge him, including many masters and geniuses who had become famous in the sixth and seventh grades, and it was rumored that he could have graduated to work or intern in the Law Enforcement Division or the Defense Against the Dark Arts Division of the Ministry of Magic, but he did not choose to do so.

Tom Riddle: "Brought from Bournemouth?"

"Yes, there's a lot more to come...... Wait, she's seriously injured, can you treat it first? ”

"Who wounded her, are you?"

He bent down, touched his chin, and leaned over to look at the vampire's chest, where the dented wounds were far from healing.

Ryan could feel that the new Slytherin prefect wasn't taking him seriously. He stepped forward and protected Kylia behind him.

"It's not about this, Riddle, I need her alive, she's a big witness to this incident, and she can give us a lot of useful information. ”

"That's ......"

Tom Riddle took his gaze to Ryan's face for the first time.

This gaze made him shudder, what kind of eyes are these? like the eyes of a poisonous snake staring at its prey, there is not the slightest warmth in it.

"Terra. ”

The Snake Courtyard Patriarch turned around and called.

"I'm here. ”

A pigtailed Slytherin girl walked out.

"Put this ..... The important Miss Vampire was sent to the camp and taken care of. He said in a slightly magnetic voice.

"Okay. The Sven-looking Slytherin girl stepped forward and slowly but irresistibly pulled Kilia away from Ryan's arms.

Ryan breathed a sigh of relief, the Slytherin prefect was a little better spoken than he looked. However, this favor only lasted for a moment.

"Also, send this Hufflepuff senior over and separate from Miss Vampire. Tom Riddle continued, "Don't let the two of them get entangled. ”

Immediately, the blonde boy led by the young man took a step and pressed Ryan's shoulder inexplicably.

"What?"

Ryan was taken aback: "Don't you want me to lead the way?"

"If a Hufflepuff can come out of that city unharmed, I'm sure I can do it too. ”

As he spoke, Riddle's face turned sneering, and he flicked his wand. Ryan suddenly felt a sharp pain in his palm, and he took out his left hand hidden behind his back with a painful cry. I saw that on the wound that had just been cut by myself, a smoke black snake slowly swam like a tattoo.

"She's sucked your blood. ”

The Slytherin prefect said in a stern tone: "If you are forced, then your strength is too low, and if you take the initiative, then your people are very problematic." ”

With that, Ryan felt a hard object against his lower abdomen, and when he looked down, it turned out to be a black purple wood wand.

The fair-skinned slender fingers held the wand steadily, and the black-haired boy said, "I'm more inclined to suspect that there is something wrong with you. ”

The spell flashed, and Ryan's body straightened. He fell to the ground with a thud, and all he could see was a few Slytherin dark green suits, uniform calfskin boots.