Divine blood moves, aether mobilizes, and sorcery fluctuations lift the constant invisibility spell.

Harry emerged from behind the reef, crimson lightning erupting from the tip of the holly wand and striking the werewolf in the distance.

The effectiveness of the witchcraft was so evident that the werewolf trembled and spasmed, and the strength of his hands could not help but loosen the boy's way.

However, as Leon said, the Scotland Yard werewolves, who have been supplied with divine blood for a long time, have reached a certain level of magic resistance, and the power of the sorcery "Remove Your Weapon" is limited to this, and it has not been able to cause substantial damage.

The Scotland Yard officers turned their heads in unison to look in the direction where the light was flying.

"Wizard?"

The police officer leader grinned, "The food delivered to the door...."

The contours of his face became slender and narrow, his body swelled suddenly, his police uniform quickly cracked, his black hair popped out of the cracks in the cloth, and his legs twisted and skewed, turning into the recurve of beasts.

After the transformation was complete, the burly werewolves, who were at least two meters tall, walked towards Harry without hurrying.

With each step forward, the thick blood in their bodies became stronger, and Harry Potter could clearly feel that the aether around them began to solidify.

Werewolves are classified as dangerous by the Ministry of Magic because they can form an isolation force field around their bodies, weakening the wizard's ability to invoke the aether.

It can't go on like this.

Harry Potter gritted his teeth, waved his wand, and did what Defense Against the Dark Arts taught in class, first putting on a layer of "armor" before resorting to all the offensive sorcery he knew.

"Petrified", "Fainted", "Soft Leg Curse"...

Unfortunately, these colorful sorcery struck the werewolf's rough and thick hair, and at most they could only make their bodies stand still for a moment, just as inferior ink could not infect lotus leaves, useless.

The werewolf's feet trampled on the soft sand, and the rabbit had already stepped forward, its sharp claws narrowly slicing Harry's throat open.

"Apparition shifting!"

Harry Potter shouted, summoning his magic to cast this difficult teleportation spell.

Luckily or unfortunately, he succeeded, and with a disgusting feeling of vertigo, Harry appeared in the shallow water.

In his heart of ecstasy, he scooped up the Syrian boy who was still fluttering on the sea, and planned to cast a spell again, "Phantom Shift.....

Bang, a gunshot rang out, and the last syllable stuck in the wizard's throat.

Harry was shot in the chest, and all the strength in his body was quickly drained, like blood diluted in the seawater, and the whole person involuntarily fell forward.

Plopping, the young wizard smashed into the sea, causing a splash

The werewolf leader watched as Harry fell, police pistol in his hand, the muzzle of which emitted a faint smoke, "It's the 21st century, idiot. ”

If you look closely, you can clearly see the bullet that pierced the wizard's "armor protection" spell, and its surface was engraved with intricate arcane glyphs, and the inlay of Mithril metal was also inlaid in the notch.

This bullet was specially developed by the Blood Clan to deal with those magical creatures that could not be solved by ordinary means.

"What are you doing, drag that wizard out of the sea."

The werewolf leader put away his gun and yelled at his subordinates: "He's not dead yet, hurry up and bring him back to the stronghold." ”

The other werewolves did their bidding, restoring the stumbling beach to its original state.

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When Harry woke up again, he was already firmly bandaged on his chest and lying on a bed in a lavishly decorated bedroom.

There is a window at the end of the bedroom, and the shadow is not real, but if you listen closely, you can hear the sound of the waves.

The slightest movement implicated the trauma, and the sharp pain in his chest made the young wizard gasp.

The arrival of the pain also cleared his senses, and he thought about everything that had happened before he fainted, and suddenly remembered something, and groped around him.

The wand is gone, and the Bluetooth headset is gone.

It was concluded that he was taken prisoner.

Harry's heart sank, and he tried to cast a wandless spell, only to find that his own blood was suppressed and he could only call on a scarce amount of aether energy.

The door opened, and several good-looking maid girls walked in, smiling at the corners of their mouths, and gently lifted Harry from the bed and placed him in his wheelchair.

"Who are you?" Harry asked nervously.

No one answered, and the maids remained reserved, silently pushing the wheelchair and carrying him out of the room.

This is probably an ancient castle, with a luxurious interior and an air of ancient nobility.

If Miss Hermione Granger, who knows all the things, was here, she might be able to tell Harry about the long history of the castle and the glorious family of its owner by looking at the furniture and portraits of the owners around her.

After a few breaths, a dazed Harry was taken to the castle wing.

A dinner party is being held in the side hall, and a group of pale young men and women are sitting behind a rectangular square table, happily enjoying exquisite Western food.

Harry could only breathe for a moment, he could feel the oppression coming from these men and women, and the young man sitting at the head of the square table exuded a gloomy aura that was not inferior to Voldemort's.

Bloodline, these people here are all real bloodline.

Harry Potter pondered for a long time, racking his brain to think about the contents of "Modern History of Magic", "Exploration of Magical Species", and "The Secret and Glory of the Bloodline".

Even Lockhart, the comic teacher who taught Defence Against the Dark Arts when he was in second grade, recalled the book "Walking with Vampires", trying to find any useful information.

Seeing Harry coming, the elegant young men and women all laid down their utensils, sat upright, and looked at him with a look of interest.

"Wow, Savior Harry Potter."

The young man in the first seat has an extremely handsome face, reminiscent of the thin and beautiful male aristocracy in the painting.

He was dressed in dark silk pajamas, which stood out among the well-dressed bloods, but it did not affect his arrogance that overflowed from his bones.

"As a baby, he defeated Voldemort who swept the wizarding world, and he is a well-deserved hero for mysterious people all over Britain."

There was a soft, unanimous laugh from the crowd, as if mocking something.

"So, let me introduce myself, I am the head of the Simor family, one of the thirteen clans of the Blood Clan."

The profclaimed Bloodclan of Essien picked up the glass with its thin fingers, as pale and warm as ten bones, and shook it slowly, the scarlet wine swaying in the glass container.

Harry's pupils constricted suddenly, according to the Ministry of Magic, the Simor clan was the youngest of the thirteen clans, and the first group of wizards and mages who longed for immortality transplanted the bloodline into their bodies through forbidden experiments, without going through the orthodox first embrace ceremony.

Such an act of desecrating the canon of the Blood Clan naturally met with the hostility of the other clans, and all the Blood Clans united to completely destroy Simor.

However, Simmore's strength is beyond imagination, and these new bloodlines converted by wizards and mages have held off wave after wave of attacks, proving their prowess in the protracted war, and eventually becoming equal to the other clans.

Then, the blood clan sitting in the chief should be the original head of the family of Simmore, Essin Simor......

A look of despair flashed across Harry's face, even the lawless Voldemort, in his heyday, was unwilling to take on any of the head of the Blood Clan.

Essien looked at Harry's expression, with a smile on his lips, and pulled out the camera from under his chair, fiddling with it nonchalantly, "I wonder why you, the savior, are participating in our little event?" ”

Harry's face tensed, and he didn't say a word.

Esin smiled absently and said lazily, "Who sent you?" Dumbledore? ”

Harry remained silent.

"Hehe, Mr. Potter, it is true that our Bloodline has a truce with the Ministry of Magic to guarantee mutual non-aggression, but it is your own responsibility to invade our territory and interfere with our actions. Even if I kill you on the spot, Dumbledore can't accuse me of anything. ”

"But I'm a pacifist, and I don't want to get too stiff," said Essien, slowly. As long as you obediently leave and promise not to interfere in the internal affairs of our blood clan, then we can still keep the well water from the river. ”

Harry Potter pursed his lips, having to do everything in his power to keep himself from sneering.

"Don't doubt it, Mr. Potter, I hate these Middle Easterners as much as you do. They're just food for our bloodline,"

Essien said nonchalantly, "Food is important, but the wizards of good neighborliness are also indispensable and important allies of our blood clan.

This time, I'll forgive you for not rejecting my kindness, Mr. Potter. ”

Harry's mouth was filled with bitterness, and he looked up with difficulty, looking at the great nobleman of the thirteen clans, without saying a word.

"Huh."

Essien smiled softly and waved the maid to take the head, "Well, I've told Dumbledore to take you back, so stay and have dinner with us until then." ”

As soon as Harry tried to refuse, the maid behind him pushed the wheelchair and lifted him into the seat.

Esin Shemmor snapped his fingers, and the rectangular wooden table began to fold automatically, and all the food on the table was organized, and a transparent plastic straw rose in front of everyone's table, which was connected to the bottom of the table through a hollow hole in the table.

A group of blood clans stepped forward with a smile, took their own straws, and drank gently, the whole process was harmonious and quiet, without noise.

Harry felt something was wrong, and just as he was about to look under the table, the maid behind him had gently but firmly shoved the straw into his mouth, and at the same time pressed the button on the wooden table to pump the liquid into Harry's mouth.

The fishy sweet liquid filled his mouth as Harry tried to struggle, but the maid behind him held him firmly and didn't let him break free.

The throat contracted abruptly in response to the desire to vomit, and the extra scarlet fluid slowly slipped from the corner of Harry's mouth.

"Let go of me!"

Harry roared and broke free, ignoring the sharp pain in his chest, lifted the delicate openwork tablecloth and looked under the wooden table.

Beneath the long antique wooden table, there was a row of people, a row of Middle Eastern refugees half buried in the floor.

Harry had seen them, and Albenny, Hassan, and the others had attacked six of the Dursleys on Disaster Day.

These scoundrels, who once didn't care about bullying the British people, now have straws stuck all over their bodies, allowing blood to flow down the straws and pass on the wooden table.

A "buzz" echoed in Harry's head, and he could see the sad and desperate expressions on the faces of these Middle Easterners, and the resentment and hatred that could not be dissipated.

"Hehe, Mr. Harry, according to the outcome of the British court, they would have been sentenced to a maximum of several years in prison, and then released as blood food."

Essien said indifferently, "But who let them mess with you?" For the sake of the wizard's long-term friendship with the Bloodline, I had to make them into disposable blood packets, if you don't mind, please sit down and continue to enjoy them. ”

"No...."

Harry let out a scream of grief in his throat.

He did hate these villains who had hurt the Dursleys, and wanted them to spend their lives in prison, but that didn't mean he could accept this kind of curious "revenge".

The behavior of the blood clan has gone beyond the category of "people", and it is no different from leading beasts to eat people.

Harry stood up tremblingly and held out a finger to Essin Sinmore, who was at the head of the wooden table, "Avadaso...."

"Stop!"

An old shout rang out behind Harry, and a decaying palm pressed against Harry's shoulder.

It was Arbus Dumbledore.

The White Wizard, who had hurried to the scene through the Apparition, interrupted Harry's brewing dark magic with his surging magic, and he looked at the first seat of Essin Sheymor with a blank face, and said calmly, "Mr. Sinmore, Harry, I'll take it first." ”

"Take it."

Essian nodded with interest, because he had a straw in his mouth, and his voice was slurred, "But this little Harry is really a flower that grew up in a greenhouse, I have never seen such a little bit of the world, how should I mix in the mysterious side in the future?" ”

"You don't have to worry about this kind of thing."

As if he didn't see the palm of his distress hand sticking out from under the wooden table, Dumbledore cast the Apparition Shift Spell and teleported away with Harry.

After a breath, the two of them had arrived at the entrance of 12 Grimmauld Place, which served as the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix.

Harry had just recovered from the effects of teleportation magic when he shook off Dumbledore's restraints and cried out in grief, "Oh my God, they'....."

"I know, Harry."

Dumbledore grabbed Harry's shoulder and said in a low voice, "You need to stay calm. ”

"You know?!"

Harry Potter looked at Dumbledore in disbelief, gritted his teeth, and shouted bitterly, "Then why don't you stop them?" ”

“.... I can't. ”

Dumbledore's voice was hoarse and low, making people wonder if the old man was still not the strongest white wizard in Hogwarts, "The Blood Clan and the Ministry of Magic have made peace many years ago, and they cannot interfere in the affairs of the Muggle world, and once I stop it, it will be equivalent to the entire wizarding world declaring war on the bloodline." ”

Harry said bitterly, "No..."

He staggered back a few steps, and without looking back, ran away wildly, into the night.

He ran through the crowds of demonstrators, swept away the grieving crowds, and ran aimlessly through the streets of London.

The scar on his chest ached, blood pouring from the cracked wound, and Harry stopped in vain.

A pair of boots came into view, and Harry looked up to find Leon standing in front of him.

Harry Potter said bitterly, "Mr. Leon, what can I do to stop the bloodlines who lead beasts and cannibals?" Prevent their plan to bring in Middle Easterners and completely exchange blood for the British Empire? ”

Leon calmly stated, "You need to be stronger, to be stronger than Dumbledore, to be stronger than Voldemort, to be stronger than those bloodlines combined. ”

Harry was at a loss, "...... What should I do? ”

"There are many ways to become stronger, but depending on your specific situation, there is only one way to solve the problem."

Li Ang frowned, and said in a deep voice: "That's to charge money!" ”