Hoffa eventually convinced Ryan to follow him underground. Leaping through the transparent passages, they fell from the sky and landed on the spires of the Gothic buildings of the Underground Kingdom.

Looking down from above, they could see that the city was shrouded in moonlight, with no other source of light. What was shrouded in the shadow of the castle, they couldn't see clearly. Only the buildings in the distance could be seen in the moonlight, showing jagged shapes.

However, if he relied only on sound, Hoffa could feel the bustle of this underground kingdom. There was a noisy whisper of excitement below, a frantic barking of dogs, and the creaking of a carriage as it rolled over the bluestone slabs.

By a moment when they became familiar with the darkness, they could see the countless crowded carriages and the crowding of human heads in the streets below the castle. It's like stepping back in time to 19th-century England.

Hofa secretly said to himself, to be honest, if he hadn't followed the vampire, he would never have imagined that there would be such a scene under the ground of such a modern city.

If you are one of those blood clans and want to do something unseemly, you have to choose this kind of place. It's just that it can expand to this extent, but I'm afraid it's been operating underground for decades. This made him worry, this vampire's mound like a giant anthill, could just two wizards break through?

"It's spectacular. ”

Hoffa stepped on the hard rubble of the dome: "If you're going to send a letter to Hogwarts, maybe call some. ”

Ryan stared around dumbfounded, not saying a word, his face full of numbness. There was no longer the same enthusiasm and affinity as when they first met, and Hoffa was a little sorry in his heart, but he didn't regret it. Admittedly, in the search for the underground lair, he used a number of means, but he considered them to be necessary losses.

And, if he had met not a Hufflepuff, but a Slytherin, such as Tom Riddle, perhaps he wouldn't have thought it was a problem at all, let alone bothered by it.

As they approached the ground from a height, the barking of the hounds in the streets and the hissing of vampires grew louder and louder, and the two held their breath, and when they were about thirty meters above the ground, Hoffa pushed open a hundred flower windows in the spire castle and slipped through the window. I want to enter the street from the inside.

The interior was not as magnificent as he had imagined, and it was not so much that he entered the interior as that he entered a tomb.

The outside cacophony was masked by the walls, only faint coughing and wheezing could be heard, and through the cobwebs, Hoffa could see figures in the dusty corners.

It was some overfed men, their wrinkled faces, their eyes glowing with gray, their deformed bodies curled up in the corners, crouching there, twitching slightly.

In the depths of the world, there lay mildew-stained skeletons, joined together by slightly blackened tendons, as if to merge with these gloomy castles, and become stepping stones for them to reach into the clouds.

"Look, if you come in with your lover, you'll probably be lying here when the Hogwarts people find you. ”

Hoffa bumped Ryan on the shoulder, whispering sarcastic.

Ryan let go of him and didn't speak.

"Passion is the least reliable. ”

Looking at the bones, Hoffa sighed in a low voice, not knowing whether he was talking to himself or Ryan.

"Are you still looking for it?"

Ryan may have been stabbed by Hoffa's words, or perhaps he didn't want to see what was in front of him. He left Hoffa behind and hurried away alone

"It's quite a temper. ”

Hoffa muttered after him.

Leaving the room, they came to the streets of the Underground Kingdom, and probably all the vampires came outside, so the interior would seem so deserted.

The carriages grunted forward, and the people in the carriages poked their heads out, joking with each other and making some lewd jokes, apparently knowing each other well.

Hoffa and Ryan followed them, ahead of the carriage, which was headed in one direction, in the middle of the castle complex, and across several Gothic arched bridges, he and Ryan came to a large open square. For some reason, this place reminds Hoffa of the Colosseum.

When they arrived at the square, a woman dressed in a fancy dress and a graceful man in a tuxedo stepped out of the car.

Each of them wore a gold mask covering their faces, some covering half of their faces, others all of them. This made it difficult for Hoffa to tell who they were, let alone find the nuns among them.

On every table, there are piles of exquisite food and colorful fruits, some of which can't even be named.

What is even more striking is that in that long dining table, every few meters there are some elegant beauties, lying or sitting, wearing hazy tulle, strands of gold ornaments hanging from their bodies, and wearing gold masks.

Beneath the endless luxury, a sense of an unknown religious ritual also flows through it. This reminded Hoffa of the madness Ankle had done in the nightmare world, like a sacrifice.

"These guys ......"

He was amazed by the spectacle before him, he had never seen such a lavish banquet in two lifetimes. Compared to this feast. His Oriental memory was incomparably restrained and restrained.

Every design here stimulates the most primitive desires of living beings. If you think about it carefully, there is probably only a wine pond meat forest that can be described.

It's not necessarily correct to say it's a wine pool.

In the center of the square, wrapped in several towering stone pillars, there is a pit inscribed with countless runes, and around the pit, a row of girls with pots are pouring bright red liquid into the pit with pure gold containers.

The air was filled with a thick fishy sweet smell, which not only did not make people offensive, but even made people yearn for it.

It's a pool of blood.

Seeing the pool of blood, Hoffa's heart tugged, there was no doubt that this was the blood that had been collected, had the nun been drained, where was she?

The two of them hid behind a gargoylee sculpture on the roof of a building, where they could see the edge of the open-air blood pool without being discovered.

Ryan asked hoarsely, "Where's your friend?"

In the face of such a spectacle, his voice remained unfluctuating, only the taste of routine. He had not yet recovered from Hoffa's calculations and threats against him, and he was numb like a landlord's maid, obedient to it.

"I don't know. ”

Hoffa was a little uneasy: "Hey, you should cheer up, we can't afford to make a mistake now." ”

"I'm perked up. ”

He said in a tone that was not at all perk-hearted.

At this moment, the crowd below was in a commotion, the crowd applauded and cheered, and Hoffa turned his head to see that an old man in a gorgeous green robe slowly turned down from the second floor, he had a high collar, and his clothes were dragging behind him.

He was the only guy in the crowd who didn't wear a golden mask, and his face was as angular as an eagle. The bridge of his nose was tall and thin, his nostrils were deeply arched, his forehead was high and raised, his hair was thin, his eyebrows were so thick that they almost connected above his nose, his teeth protruding from his lips were sharp and snow-white, and his lips were particularly red, showing an astonishing vitality that was not commensurate with his age. Also, his ears are pale and have pointed tops. The chin is broad and powerful, the cheeks are thin but resolute, and the whole face is extremely pale.

"Welcome, everyone. ”

The old man smiled and said, "Please take a seat." ”

"It's him, damn it!"

Ryan gasped.

"Do you know him?" asked Hoffa.

His name was Rusvan, and Rusfan Boli Dorley was born in London in 1837 and was a student of Slytherin. ”

Ryan was freed from his previous state and stared intently at the green-robed figure in the distance.

Hoffa's eyes widened, he was a Slytherin.

Ryan: "I read about him in a school history at Hogwarts, and he was expelled from the fifth year because he was conducting forbidden experiments in the school without permission, and seducing the girls in the school, and when they lost their judgment and didn't expect to come out, he was still ......."

As he spoke, he seemed to think of himself, and he couldn't help but hang his head in annoyance, his fingers digging deep into his hair, and tearing hard.

"Why would he turn people into vampires. ”

"Look at his left hand. ”

Hoffa's gaze focused on the green-robed old man's arm, and he saw that his left hand was below the wrist, showing a strange arc, looking like the hook of some kind of beast.

Ryan said, "His left hand was broken, and when he was expelled from Hogwarts, Headmaster Deeper not only broke his wand, but also broke his left hand that he used to cast spells, making it difficult for him to achieve higher achievements in the magic world. Unexpectedly, he actually transformed himself into a vampire. Abandoned the wizard's way of casting spells in favor of serving the god of the night.

"What are you going to do?"

He asked Ryan.

"Write a letter," Ryan took a deep breath, "now that he's been discovered, I think I should report this matter to Hogwarts right away and let the school teachers handle it." ”

But Hoffa remained motionless.

Ryan got up: "I'm going to find Jasmine, find a secluded place to write letters, contact the school, can you come along?"

Hoffa shook his head: "Go by yourself, you're going to find my friend." ”

"Don't do it yourself, wait until I go out and send a letter, and the school will send someone soon. ”

"I won't, you can go without worry. ”

Hoffa said, his eyes wandering the banquet hall in the hope of finding the nun's traces, but finding nothing.

Ryan looked at Hoffa with some disbelief and didn't leave for a long time.

"Aren't you going to deliver a letter?"

"You're on our side. ”

He asked, somewhat uncertainly, "You're not going to join Germany, are you?" ”

"Persecuted out of paranoia?" Hoffa laughed angrily, "Take care of yourself." ”

Ryan's phantom vanished.

Not long after he left, the banquet was announced. Men and women in golden masks sat down on the table, and at this time, the green-robed old man raised his arm and said enthusiastically: "Now, let me introduce you, on the night of my resurrection, the friend who came to watch the ceremony, from Germany, representing countless Imperial Wizard Associations, Atos Kleist!!"

With applause, another group of people came from a distance. They were not wearing masks, but only red robes, and with a faint boredom and impatience on his face, he walked straight to one of the first seats of the table, and no one looked at him.

Hoffa felt that Kleist's surname was a little familiar, and after a little thought, he thought of the wizard Ankle he met in the nightmare world, and his surname was Kleist. Aldo had told him that the Anker family was very powerful, and now it seems that it was.

"And Colonel Müller Mance, representing the Muggle military. ”

The green-robed Rusfan waved his hand again, and through the side door walked in a man in a Muggle military uniform, thin and tall, and in good spirits. As soon as he entered, he raised his hand enthusiastically and greeted people from all directions, in stark contrast to the cold, red-robed wizard on the side.

Seeing Mance enter, Hoffa's heart raced. Damn, this guy is too! Since he's here, Chloe must be nearby.

Sit down.

In the center of the banquet hall, Lu Sifan's expression was solemn. He slowly removed his green robes, revealing his shriveled and naked body. At this moment, in the sky, a huge moon shines very brightly. The moonlight shone on the pool of blood, and the blood in the pool of blood boiled, and the air was completely filled with bloody gas.

Lu Sifan walked towards the pool of blood step by step, with each step. His body became less human, sharp teeth grew out of his mouth, his knuckles were like hooks, his back became more and more arched, and on his back, two thin wing membranes gradually branched out, which made his whole person look like a big bat.

Scarlet appeared in the moonlight, and soon, like a stream of blood, it dyed the entire moon the color of scarlet.

Rusfan walked to the edge of the pool of blood and swiped a bunch of withered roses through the pool, which was a dry splinter when it entered the pool of blood, but when it was scooped up, it turned into a bright twig.

"After so many years, I can finally be relieved. ”

He threw away the flowers. Sighing, ready to jump into the pool of blood.

"Wait a minute. ”

However, at this moment, a quiet cry came from the long table.

Rusfan's face was displeased, and he turned his head to look at it murderously.

At the ring table, Müller Mance, dressed in a Muggle uniform, stood up, only to see him raise his wine glass and say with a serious face:

"Lord Grindelwald has not yet arrived, but this is an epic moment, and I suggest that on this occasion we raise a glass to the great Sir Rusvan Po Lee Dowley, the indomitable wizard, the future Prince of the Blood. ”

If someone initiates such a request, naturally no one will refuse in disappointment. Everyone in the room stood up, whether they were wearing black robes, red robes, or gold masks, and they all stood up and raised their wine glasses.

"The great Sir Rusvan Po Lee Dolly, the indomitable wizard, the future Prince of the Bloods!!"

"Hahaha. ”

The displeasure on Rusfan's face was swept away, and he looked at Mance with satisfaction, "Okay, it's rare that you have this heart." ”

As soon as he stretched out his hand, the girl with the pot in the distance immediately stepped forward and poured him a full glass of blood-red wine.

"I've been dormant for too long since I was tried by Wizengamot, and I'm going to pull out my sharp fangs from now on. This country, and even this continent, will be in your pocket at that time!" he said heroically: "Rise, just today!"

"Just today!!"

The golden-masked vampire shouted feverishly and drank the contents of the cup.

The red-robed Kleist looked impatient, with deep disdain in his eyes, he didn't want to shout half a slogan after those people, but out of politeness, he still reluctantly raised his glass and took a sip.

After drinking a glass of wine, Lu Sifan threw away the cup and looked at the blood pool in front of him frantically: "God of the Night, witness this moment!"

The pool of blood in front of him emitted a misty glow, as if the whole world was dyed bright red. The red color grew bigger and bigger, eventually taking over his entire field of vision.

He sensed something was wrong, so he touched his eyes and touched his hands on a damp patch, which was also red.

"How......?"

Lu Sifan was so lightheaded that he fell to the ground with a thud less than three steps in front of the pool of blood. His face made close contact with the ground, and then, trying to get up, he fell to the ground again. This time, the changes in his body gradually disappeared, and he returned to the appearance of a normal person.

"Father...!!"

This embarrassed appearance made several men wearing gold masks present want to step forward to help him, but at the moment when they just stood up, they also fell to the ground with a thud. There was a chaotic sound on the table, and the scene was extremely chaotic for a while.