In the night, in the dark alley, murder and lust were going on at the same time. When Hoffa and Ryan brushed past them, the female vampire seemed to feel something. She retracted her sharp canines and looked at the darkness in confusion.
After walking away, Hoffa was still in shock as he looked at the small groups gathered together in the distance. One vampire wasn't rare, but he had never heard of so many at the same time.
This kind of thing could be seen everywhere on the street. There were laughter, moaning, and sucking sounds between them. Those crazy men surged towards the dark corners like moths to a flame. There, groups of vampires gathered one after another.
Ryan said, "As I said, these days, it's not strange for anything terrible to happen. Someone can turn an entire city of people into zombies, and naturally, someone can infect an entire city of people into vampires. This was originally a safe zone built to protect the Muggles, but it's been corrupted from the inside. "
"Who did it?"
"There's a high-level vampire living in seclusion here, using the war to spread the blood plague. His true identity is still unknown, but that's my target. I have to find him, or else this entire city will be doomed."
"How many vampires are here now?"
"Thousands." Ryan paused and smiled bitterly. "But that's still a conservative estimate."
Thousands. Hoffa gasped. In the magic world, vampires weren't rare, and one vampire wasn't scary, but thousands of them still appeared in a Muggle city. It could already be described as terrifying.
Ryan continued, "They're a species with a strict hierarchy. The higher the level of the vampire, the more clan members and blood servants they have. If there's a war, these numerous clan members can be said to be the most troublesome cannon fodder for the enemy. Especially at night, their abilities will be greatly enhanced, and they're very scary. What's even more terrifying is that their numbers are increasing exponentially. If they spread to other cities, it'll be too late to stop them. "
As they spoke, they came to a huge and abandoned playground. This should have been a university campus. Now, it was firmly sealed by chains on all sides. A stone altar stood tall in the middle of the playground, and the smell of blood in the air became more and more intense.
Hundreds and thousands of men were gathered under the altar. Other than their heavy and trembling breaths, they did not make any sound. It was strangely quiet.
There were all kinds of women standing on the altar. They were all good-looking. If not for this environment, Huo Fa would have thought that this was a fashion show for models. However, they didn't wear any fashionable clothes. They didn't even need to wear clothes.
Several men wearing golden masks stood behind them. They slowly stripped off their clothes and sank their sharp teeth into their necks.
His posture was like a dance. The elegant beauty was in sharp contrast to the bestiality and savagery of the streets.
When the women first had their blood sucked, their expressions were terrified and their bodies spasmed violently. But gradually, they twisted their bodies and instinctively hugged the golden-masked men behind them. Sharp fangs grew out of its mouth.
"So many good girls have been turned into vampires. What a pity." In the corner, Ryan whispered into Hoffa's ear, "These high-level Vampires are only interested in pretty girls."
"Why?
"People who are fed on by vampires can experience a very intense pleasure. It can be addictive. Under that kind of pleasure, many people will willingly be sucked.
However, the prerequisite is that they have to be good-looking. If there was an ugly vampire with buckteeth, a pockmarked face, and a pug nose, would you be willing to be sucked? "
"I would kill her."
Hoffa said honestly.
"Look, all creatures are the same. High ranking vampires knew the importance of good looks. They searched everywhere for beautiful women, turned them into vampires, and let them spread the Blood Plague. Men with weak willpower would easily fall for the bait and be turned into the lowest level blood slaves. They are like addicts. They are entangled by the blood addiction and can never be free. They can only become the minions of the Vampires. " After a pause, he smiled and said, "I think that your friend who was captured must be pretty good-looking."
"Damn it!"
Hoffa had a headache when he thought of Chloe. After knowing that this was a city of vampires, he regretted not waking her up. Now, if the nun were to turn into a vampire, his mission would be in vain.
Ryan stretched out a hand. "Look, our goals are not conflicting. Only by finding out the master behind the scenes of this city can you save your friend and I can finish my job. Come help me, Hoffa."
"I'm not pouring cold water on you, but we may not be a match for someone who can create so many vampires."
"That's right."
Ryan still stretched out his hand and said calmly, "But we have the Hogwarts behind us. I have Molly. We don't need to defeat him. We just need to find him and send a message to the Hogwarts. Naturally, there will be reinforcements to help us. "
"We? When did I become your partner?"
"We are from the same school. Although we are not from the same academy, you can't deny it. There is an unbreakable connection between us. "
"Forget it. You're shameless."
Hoffa turned his head away, thinking that he and Tom Liddell were from the same school. Was there an unbreakable connection between them?
Ryan was not angry. He stretched out his hand firmly in front of Hoffa. The good-tempered Hufflepuff looked very determined.
After hesitating for a while, Hoffa gave in. He sighed. "Don't blame me for being cold-blooded, but if you want me to choose between my friends and this city, I think I will choose my friends."
"No one will force you to make that choice. Can't you agree while reserving your differences?" Ryan immediately said.
"Are you sure?"
"I'm sure," the wizard replied.
Hoffa took Ryan's hand. A dim golden light flashed and wrapped around their arms. Then, it disappeared without a trace.
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"Is Grindelwald really coming?"
In a room filled with thick books, an old man in a luxurious green robe asked the Manse, "The ritual is about to begin. I don't want anyone to interrupt it."
"Don't worry, Sir Ruthven."
The Manse in the corner of the sofa said casually, "Grindelwald won't care what you do. Even if you sacrifice the whole of England, he probably won't care."
"I can accept it if it's someone else, but that guy … No one knows what he's thinking. Who knows if he'll go crazy and target me for no reason."
"You're thinking too much, sir. Just do what you need to do."
"It can't be two days later. When I'm done with this ritual and become a real blood relative, it doesn't matter who comes."
"I can't do anything about it."
The Manse spread his hands helplessly and smiled humbly. "Kleist wants to save his son. Why don't you talk to him and ask if he's willing to delay it for two days? In the Union, I'm just a thug working for a wizard. "
Kleist … The old man in the green robe's expression became gloomy and impatient. He tapped his right knuckles on the mahogany table and muttered to himself, "Wizard … Wizard … They're always wizards. Damn it …"
Just then, there was a polite knock on the door.
"Who is it?"
The old man in the green robe restrained his impatience.
The door was pushed open and a tall man walked in. He wore a golden mask and held the hand of a girl whose hands were tied behind him.
"Look what I caught, father," the man in the golden mask said, his tone full of praise.
"What, you caught the Hogwarts spy?" the old man in the green robe asked impatiently.
The man in the golden mask shook his head. "I'm sorry, father. I didn't find the Hogwarts spy. However, I accidentally found a very good sacrifice. Look."
As he spoke, he pushed the girl he was dragging behind him forward.
"Let me go, I can walk on my own!" the girl said angrily. "Who are you and why did you bring me here?"
Good sacrifice? The old man in the green robe raised an eyebrow.
Two maids in tasseled robes silently walked out from behind him. They walked forward slowly and placed their hands on the girl's shoulders, forcing her to raise her head.
Manse, who was sitting in the corner, looked indifferent at first. However, when he saw the nun in the black and white robe, he suddenly stood up. The nun also saw him.
"It's you! Bastard, I knew it had something to do with you! "
Chloe screamed. "Give up, you won't get anything from me …"
Her voice stopped abruptly.
The old man in the green robe used his intact right hand to pinch the nun's mouth and shook her head. He turned to look at Manse with a smile. "Strange, do you know each other?"
Manse's expression returned to normal. He slowly sat down. "Of course, she's the target I wanted to catch. I didn't expect her to fall into your hands. What a joke."
"Is that so …"
The old man in the green robe ignored Chloe's frightened eyes. He pinched her cheeks and sniffed her neck. "The Church always likes to create such pure and flawless things, as if they can show their righteousness and legitimacy. However, if they lose their filth, what's the point of being pure? I think the Night God will be satisfied with this sacrifice. You've done well, my child. "
The man in the golden mask standing at the side immediately bowed. "Of course, Father."
"Alright, you may leave. Don't make any mistakes during the ceremony in three days."
The masked man slowly left with the two maids in tasseled robes. Only the nun, the green robe, and Manse were left in the study.
The green robe released Chloe's mouth and waved his finger. The nun's mouth and arms were instantly sealed by an invisible curse. She could neither make a sound nor move.
"How are you going to thank me, Manse?" The green robe looked at the man on the sofa.
"How do you want me to thank you?" Manse asked.
"Don't let Grindelwald come. Take this nun and return to your Berlin." He stared into Manse's eyes. "You complete your mission, and I complete mine."
Manse smiled and looked away from Chloe. He shook his head. "I told you, you have to talk to Kleist about this. I can't make the decision."
The green robe pointed at Chloe. "What, she's not important to you?"
"She's not as important as you think. Even if you turn her into a vampire, I won't bat an eye."
Crowley struggled and whimpered in fright. The green-robed old man's face turned completely gloomy. He looked at Maans sinisterly, and the knuckles of his right hand kept tapping on the table.
"How about this, I have a suggestion." Manse said with a smile.
"Speak."
"Have you ever thought of holding a banquet?"
"A banquet? What do you mean?"
"Since the important ceremony is in three days, and Grindelwald is coming, it might also be the day of Anker's resurrection. Don't you want to hold a banquet at such an important time? "
"Why should I entertain someone I don't welcome?" The green robe said coldly. "You, Grindelwald, Kleist, I don't welcome any of you. At least, I don't welcome any of you now."
"Because of this, I can invite Grindelwald in the name of attending the ceremony. If Grindelwald comes, and if he comes in the name of attending the banquet, then he won't do anything to you. Maybe he can even help you to prevent the Ministry of Magic or people with ulterior motives from infiltrating. Don't you think so? "
"How is that possible?" The green robe man sneered. "I've never heard of Grindelwald attending any banquet in my life. He's only interested in Death. Do you think I don't know?"
"Then all the more you have to hold a banquet. At the very least, do something for Kleist to see. If Grindelwald isn't interested in your ceremony, then he won't come, and I'll have an excuse to avoid that powerful Mr. Kleist. "
"What an excuse. If he can't save his son, he'll definitely kill you." The green robe man sneered.
"Then his anger won't affect you, right? After all, you don't hit a smiling face. You prepared a banquet and treat him with respect. Even if he kills me, he won't do anything to you. "
"What can he do to me!" The old man's face suddenly changed. He slammed the table and stood up. "As long as I complete the ceremony …"
"You haven't completed it yet." Manse pointed at the old man's left hand that was bent at a strange angle. "There's still three days before the full moon."
The old man suddenly put his broken hand into his sleeve. "I don't need you to remind me, Muggle!" He said fiercely.
Manse just smiled and didn't say anything.
The green robe old man's face changed several times. In the end, he gritted his teeth and sat down. "Hmph … Wizard, damn wizard."
"Look." Manse spread his hands. "If you ask me, I think you should hold a banquet and invite Kleist to attend."
"Why are you so considerate of me?" The old man said darkly. "I don't believe that you have a conscience and want to save me, a follower of the Night God."
"Of course not." Maans heaved a long sigh. "I have to think of a way out for myself, don't I? If Gleindvall doesn't come and Kleist kills me out of anger, I think you should be able to turn my body into a vampire."
"Ha!"
The old man laughed, and his face looked much better. He crossed his legs and sat on the chair, looking at Manse with interest. He smiled. "You're quite clever, Muggle. No wonder Grindelwald wants you to help him. Why, do you want to be my son? "
"If I can live, I don't mind being your grandson. I should be about the same age as your grandson, if you have one. "
"Hahahaha …"
The old man laughed loudly. After laughing, he said happily, "Then let me hear you call me father first. If it's pleasing to the ear, I can consider reincarnating you in case Kleist kills you."
Manse got down on one knee. "As you wish, father."
In the distance, Chloe's mouth was sealed. She stood in the corner and watched the strange scene unfold in front of her. She couldn't make a sound. Manse's actions made her sick. She couldn't believe that someone could be so shameless. Coupled with what had happened in the past, her hatred for Manse reached its peak. But when Manse got down on his knees, he still took the time to smile and wink at her.
The green-robed old man didn't feel that there was anything wrong with it. He laughed heartily, laughing more freely than ever.
"Okay, I promise you," he said boldly. "It's just a banquet. I won't let you down."
Manse reached out his hand. "Then, after three days, it's all up to you."
"It's a deal." The old man held his hand.
"It's a deal."
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