After the boy landed on the ground, he rolled over and stood up. Like a fencer, he held up a glass shard that he picked up from the ground. His right hand was still holding onto a magic bottle at his waist. He was still in shock and said, "Hey, who are you? Why are you here?! "
Hoffa sized him up and said slowly, "I should be the one asking that. Who are you? What are you doing here? "
"Don't pretend to be mysterious." The boy covered the bump on his head. "Instead of staying in the safe zone, you came to this place without permission. If you're not a Black Wizard, you're a monster … Wait …"
The moonlight appeared from the dark clouds again, illuminating Hoffa's face and his shining eyes. The boy in the Hufflepuff wizard robe widened his eyes and looked at him in shock.
"Gray hair, yellow eyes, you … It's you! Aren't you that guy, Hoffa from Ravenclaw, Hoffa Bach? "
Hoffa crossed his arms. Then, the boy rushed forward and grabbed his arm. He looked like he was about to faint. "Brother, you've been missing for a year!! A whole year, oh my god!! "
The boy shook off his arm again and backed up against the wall. He shook his head vigorously. "Wait, are you real or fake? Did someone use the compound soup to impersonate you? "
"No, no, no. To be able to dissolve my transformation spell so easily, you must be real, right?"
He convinced himself and rushed forward again.
"I'm going to tell my friends. I'm going to tell them who I saw. Wait … Where's my owl? Where's my owl? Damn it! Molly, where did you go this time? "
Accompanied by a sharp whistle, a black and yellow spotted owl flew out from the hole in the cabin. It landed on his shoulder with a finger in its mouth and screeched in dissatisfaction.
"Oh, how many times have I told you? The things outside are not clean. There are germs." The boy threw away the finger in the owl's mouth in disgust and rubbed its fur. "I need you to help me deliver a letter, okay?"
The owl let out a dissatisfied cry.
"Just this bit of road, just a bit of road." The boy took out a roll of goat skin and a quill from his robe pocket. He licked the quill and was about to write.
"Wait a minute." Hoffa coldly interrupted the somewhat neurotic boy.
"What's wrong? Hoffa. "
"Don't rush to deliver the letter. I haven't asked you yet. What are you doing here? You're wearing Hufflepuff's wizard robes. You shouldn't have graduated yet. "
"Oh, this!"
The boy proudly puffed out his chest. "This year, the school will send students above the fifth grade to patrol the various cities. Those who are selected are the elites of the elites.
Huo Fa was at a loss for words when he saw the smug look on his face. For a long time, he had been dealing with all kinds of insidious and cunning people. The naivety and pride of Hogwarts seemed to be a thing of the past. If he was going to carry out such a dangerous mission, he would have to disguise himself. The more inconspicuous, the better. How could he wear the academy's robes so openly? If he really met a proper Dark Sorcerer, wouldn't it be obvious that he was going to let someone cast a spell on his face?
"I didn't ask you why you were selected. I asked you what you were doing on this ship. Also, have you seen the crew and passengers on this ship?"
"I've cast a defensive spell on the coastal areas under my jurisdiction. But half a month ago, all the spells I cast were inexplicably ineffective. I followed the traces of the curse all the way here and found this shipwreck. Then, I met you. "
The boy sat down on the stairs. "Hey, I say, couldn't you have told me you were coming back? You came here just like that. You scared me to death."
Hoffa didn't reply. He rubbed his chin and thought for a moment. The defensive spell was broken, so it must have been done by a wizard. It seemed that the Manse had already snuck into England. He just didn't know where he was now.
"What, do you have any clues, Hoffa? If you can tell me, it might be of great help. "
"What's your name?" “
Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. " The boy with the wide chin said excitedly, "I'm Ryan from the sixth grade. Ryan Garisian. Do you remember me? I'm a batter from Hufflepuff Academy. I'm one grade higher than you. "
"Sorry. Hoffa shook his head. "I'm not interested in Quidditch."
The dull answer was like a bucket of cold water that extinguished the enthusiasm of the Hufflepuff student. He scratched his head awkwardly. "Well, it's quite interesting. If you can come back, I'd really recommend you to have a look. If I can still play Quidditch in the future."
"I've been here for almost a week, but I haven't seen a single person. Where are the people in this place? "Hoffa asked the question he was most concerned about.
"The people around here …?"
For some reason, Ryan shrugged helplessly. "They've all gathered together. After all, everyone is huddling together for warmth these days."
"Where are they gathered?"
Hoffa asked.
"Bournemouth, if you can find it. However, other than me, there's no one here who can lead you to it. It's because the Ministry of Magic has cast a concealment spell on it. "
"Why?" Hoffa was surprised.
"The situation in the wizarding world is very tense right now. A while ago, there was a small town in Ireland that was massacred by a necromancer that hadn't been seen for a long time. The whole town was turned into an army of ghoulish corpses, causing the whole country to be in a state of panic. Although that guy was killed by our people, after this incident, the Ministry of Magic cast a concealment spell on all the cities to prevent evil wizards from entering and leaving the English cities. "
"That's really scary."
Hoffa sucked in a breath of cold air. "A city, how many people are there?"
"Tens of thousands," Ryan sighed. "These days, those powerful wizards and wizard families are gathering power by hook or by crook. It's not strange for something terrible to happen."
"Take me there."
Hoffa said, not allowing any room for argument. After saying that, he felt that he was being too assertive, so he softened his tone. "The people on this ship were brought to England by me. I have to be responsible for them. I hope you can understand."
Ryan wasn't surprised at all. He grinned and gave a thumbs up. "Of course I'll help you, Hoffa. But then again, can I write a letter to my friend now? "
Hoffa threw his wand back to him. "No."
Ryan was speechless.
Under the guidance of the newly met 6th grade Hufflepuff students, they left the stranded ship and hurriedly headed inland.
On the way, Ryan kept asking Hoffa questions, from why he left the Hogwarts, to what he was doing recently, to whether he knew the hot news of the wizarding world in England, and finally, to what he ate during the day.
Ryan was a very typical Hufflepuff student. He was outstanding, warm-hearted, and overly friendly. Hoffa couldn't stand his nagging and didn't want to be entangled with him. He just wanted to find Chloe as soon as possible and tell her about the clues he found.
However, when he returned to the place where the two of them were resting, the nun was nowhere to be seen. Even the fire on the ground had been extinguished.
Hoffa's brain buzzed. His first thought was that the nun had gone to the wilderness to relieve herself, but the messy footprints on the ground denied that idea. Chloe had been taken away by someone.
Was it a person?
Upon closer inspection, it wasn't. The footprints on the ground had four toes. The toes were separated from the heel, and the back was very short. It looked like someone had tiptoed over the ground.
His heart thumped, and the more it beat, the colder it became. It felt like he had saved up a lot of money to buy a new phone, only to have it stolen in the blink of an eye. The more he thought about it, the more worried he became. This was the third time the nun had gone missing. Previously, he didn't care too much about Chloe's life or death. He had only chosen to escort her because of her amazing abilities.
But this time, he couldn't help but worry. England was no longer the England of the past. In this dangerous land, would she have met with any mishap? He regretted not waking her up and bringing her with him.
Looking at Hoffa who was standing there like a stone, Ryan was curious. "What's wrong with you?"
"My friend, my friend is missing!"
He jumped to a high place and shouted Chloe's name. However, no one answered him. He didn't see any living thing. Above the empty town, the moonlight was cold.
Gary took out his wand and walked to the side of the fire. He looked at the footprints on the ground with the help of a fluorescent spell. He raised his head and said to Hoffa, "Someone from Bournemouth took her away."
"Human, are you kidding me? These are clearly the footprints of a wild beast."
"Yes, indeed." Ryan shook his head again. "The situation here is very complicated. I can't explain it to you in a short time. Anyway, come with me to Bournemouth first."
He put away his wand and ran a few steps away. "Are you coming or not?"
Hoffa gritted his teeth and looked at the place where the nun had disappeared. He put away his unnecessary self-blame and followed behind Ryan.
Ryan said to the owl on his shoulder, "Molly, lead the way." The owl screeched and flapped its wings and flew into the distance. Ryan followed behind the owl, and Huo Famu followed behind him.
Perhaps Ryan could see that Hoffa was in a bad mood, so he didn't bother him. The two of them hurried on their way, from night to dawn, and from dawn to noon.
Under the bright sunlight, they came to the edge of a city. It looked like any other place, empty. Other than the run-down buildings, there was no one and nothing special.
However, Ryan untied a green potion bottle from his waist and poured it down along with the air.
The scene in front of them was like a photo that had been corroded by some kind of acid. A hole big enough for one person to pass through was dissolved, and there was another world inside.
Ryan put away the bottle and tapped himself with his wand. He disappeared into the air. The invisible Ryan said, "You'd better turn invisible too. Don't let the people in this city see you."
Hoffa entered the illusion state as he was told.
After the two invisible people entered the hole, the space behind them quickly recovered and the hole disappeared.
They stood on the roof of a building in the city. The dazzling sunlight on the roof made a few foraging crows fly past. Looking down on the street, Hoffa saw some pedestrians coming and going. There were very few people.
"Bournemouth?"
"Yes." The invisible Ryan whistled, and the owl in the sky landed on the drying rack on the roof. Ryan opened a door on the roof. "Let's go. I'll show you the city."
The two of them came to the street from the roof. This city was no different from the ordinary Muggle cities they usually saw. There were commercial streets, residential buildings, and some service industries.
However, the streets were very deserted. There were only some patrolling soldiers and some staggering drunkards.
At first glance, they looked no different from ordinary Muggle cities. However, Hoffa sensed something wrong from their pale faces and restrained behavior. The soldiers were all wearing thick gloves as if they were trying to avoid physical contact.
"What do you think of this city?" Ryan asked.
"There are very few people." Hoffa frowned.
"You might not believe it." Ryan sighed. "When you first came here a month ago, there were still many people here."
"What happened to them?"
Hoffa pointed to the street corner. There were a few British soldiers in thick leather jackets. They carried a stretcher and hurried past. The stretcher was covered with a black cloth, and it was impossible to see what was underneath.
"They're dressed like this. Is there a disease or a war here?"
"Both," Ryan said briefly.
"Both?"
Ryan looked at the sky. "Seeing is believing. Come with me to where I'm staying. When night falls, you'll know what happened here."
"Why can't I look for him during the day?" Hoffa was displeased. He did not want to delay at all. Since he had come to this city, he wanted to find Chloe immediately.
"Trust me, if your friend was taken away by the people of this city, they would definitely not show up during the day." He pointed to the tightly shut doors and windows on the street. "In this city, you can't see anything during the day. They're all sleeping."
Hoffa looked at the windows. Although the sun was bright and dazzling, it did not give him any warmth. He could feel the darkness and fear hidden behind the houses, as if the power of the sun had been taken away by something.
There was no good way. He was not familiar with this place at all. He could only agree and follow Ryan to an ordinary apartment in the city.
This place was similar to the apartments of young singles in the future. The bedsheets and socks were messy and scattered all over the floor. There were a few wizard magazines and a few prophets' daily newspapers on the bed.
Ryan poured him a cup of tea and brought him some snacks. However, he did not have any appetite. He stood by the window and carefully parted the curtains. He only opened a thumb-sized slit and looked outside.
In the huge apartment complex that was dead silent. Not a single light was on. On the other side of the complex, the huge building was covered with a layer of messy greenhouse balconies and wire antennas everywhere. The straight lines were sharp and dangerous.
If it was yesterday, he would be very happy to meet a schoolmate. At least he could fill his stomach for a short period of time. But now, the anxiety in his heart grew rapidly with the passage of time. This city had a morbid feeling that made him unable to stop thinking about the nun's safety.
At dusk, he forced himself to sleep for about three hours with uneasiness in his heart. Rather than saying that he was sleeping, it was better to say that he was taking a nap. This was because Ryan had been chatting with his owl non-stop, as if the owl was his girlfriend.
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.....
"Wake up."
When it was close to dawn, Ryan woke him up.
At this moment, his Hogwarts uniform had been repaired by the Restoration Spell. His wand was in a calf-leather sheath, and the magic bottle on his waist was shining with orange or blue light. He looked fully armed.
"Hoffa, it's time."
"Can you change out of those clothes?" Hoffa rubbed his eyes and said unhappily, "Do I have to wear the Hogwarts uniform to do missions?"
"Why should I change? This is my pride."
Hufflepuff laughed and said, "Do you want to change your clothes into Ravenclaw's uniform? Then we will be the Hogwarts Adventure Duo."
"Adventure Duo? You must be crazy."
Hoffa pushed him away and stood up, putting on his Martin boots. The two disappeared into thin air again and came out from their hiding place to the street.
There were a lot more people than during the day.
They came out from all corners of the city as if they were going to the market. They gathered in dark corners in twos and threes, and no one knew what they were doing. Their faces were filled with excitement and thirst.
There was a faint fishy smell in the air. This smell went into Hoffa's nostrils and made him feel nauseous. The morbid atmosphere began to intensify, and there was also an indescribable atmosphere.
"What happened to this place?"
They brushed shoulders with a group of men who had crazy looks on their faces. In the illusion state, Hoffa asked Ryan.
Ryan brought him to a corner of an extinguished lamp post. He pointed at a blurry white shadow and said, "See for yourself. It's so exciting."
He walked closer to take a look. Well, under the extinguished streetlight, he saw a man hugging a delicate but pale blonde woman, licking and sucking her chest obsessively. The woman stroked his head, and as she stroked, sharp canine teeth grew in her mouth. Her lips opened wider and wider until they almost reached her ears.
The man didn't notice it at all. Even when that ridiculously large mouth bit down hard, he still had the grape in his mouth with an expression of orgasm.
Vampires!
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