Under the moonlight, Kiria pulled Ryan and ran quickly on the empty street. She used so much force that her veins popped out, causing Ryan's knuckles to hurt. But he felt an indescribable impulse in the pain. It was a feeling he had never experienced before.
It was like the first time he heard an adult tell him a story, the first time he used magic, the first time he received an invitation from the Hogwarts. It was an indelible impression.
It was hard to imagine that he had never seen the person in front of him yesterday. He didn't even dare to think about it in the past, and he didn't want to think about it, but it happened.
Was this his fate?
He couldn't help but think about it. Looking at the woman's long blonde hair, her bare feet, and her skin that shone under the moonlight, he hoped that this moment could be extended infinitely.
The owl flew happily in the sky, letting out a high-pitched cry. Some kind of wildness and instinct destroyed all rules and regulations, making him willingly run behind the woman.
But not long after, Kiria stopped in her tracks. The moonlight disappeared above their heads. She brought Ryan to an abandoned train station. There was no one in the station, only countless plastic chairs that had been flipped over, and posters and scraps of paper were scattered all over the floor.
This place reminded Ryan of King's Cross Station. He asked, "Why did you bring me here?"
Kiria patted his shoulder and didn't say anything.
When she reached a corridor leading down to the train station, she bit her finger and drew a crescent moon pattern on the ground.
Accompanied by a cold red mist, the area within five to six meters of the crescent moon pattern became transparent, like a layer of gauze. And under the gauze, there were sparks of fire. There were also countless tall and sharp domes of gothic castles.
Ryan didn't expect that there was another city embedded under this city, like a Russian nesting doll. The entrance was directly connected to the top of one of the towers. With the help of the moonlight, he could see the bustling city below.
As long as he went down, it would be another world.
"No one can enter our family's territory without the blood of the Blood Breeds." Kiria smiled and shook her fair and slender fingers.
Ryan looked at the entrance of the underground city and then looked at Kiria's smile. He didn't know what to say. If it was yesterday, he would have been overjoyed to have found this place. But now, he even wished that he was not a Magus, but a Muggle who did not know anything.
"Why did you bring me here?"
He asked, "I'm a wizard. I'm here to destroy you."
"Ryan, don't be so rigid. My family has long known of your whereabouts. Several of my brothers are looking for you everywhere. When they find you, only death awaits you.
"You already know?"
"Of course, to tell you the truth, we have a lot of people in the Ministry of Magic. That place has long since decayed, and the only thing that's still holding on to the so-called justice is your Hogwarts School of Magic. "
She took Ryan's hand and sighed. "But in this era, all you can do is tear down the east wall to mend the west wall. Too many people have died, and what you can do is limited. You might as well stay with me while you're still young and enjoy life. "
It would have been better if she didn't mention the Hogwarts. Once she mentioned the Hogwarts, Ryan's heart was in a mess. He pushed Kiria away and took two steps back. "There's no point in saying more. Go, I've already brought you here. If you don't go, I'll really fall out with you. "
"Even if you fall out with me, I'll still bring you down. If you have an affair with me, the people of the Magus World will definitely treat you as a heretic. They won't let you go."
"No one knows …"
Ryan shook his head.
"Your companion knows. If he comes back and finds out that I'm not around, he'll really …"
Before he could finish, a faint laughter came from above the two of them.
"You're thinking too much. In fact, I won't kill him."
Kiria's expression changed instantly. She pushed Ryan away and raised her head. Fangs appeared in her mouth, and her fingers became unusually sharp.
On top of the abandoned roof of the train station, a thin but tall figure stood. Under the shadow of the huge moon behind him, his eyes shone with a piercing light, and his smile was extremely bright.
Through the gap at the top of the train station, he squatted down. "How much do you dislike me, Miss Portman? Why do you keep slandering me? Am I so despicable that I'll definitely report and kill my friend? "
"You dare to follow me?"
The female vampire roared angrily. Her mouth split open to the roots of her ears. She arched her body, and her muscles turned from soft to hard. The whites of her eyes gradually disappeared and were replaced by a furious blood-red.
"Nonsense, I'm not stupid."
Hoffa ignored the vampire's transformation. He smiled and said, "However, thank you for leading the way. Otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to find this place."
Boom!!
Accompanied by a dull thud.
The female vampire stomped on the ground like a cannonball. She swung her hooked claws and charged straight at the young man sitting on the ceiling of the train station.
"Despicable fellow, go to hell!"
Hoffa stood up and stretched his neck.
In less than a second, perhaps only half a second, the vampire leaped up and appeared in front of him. Cold Sparkle's claws went straight for his heart.
The smile disappeared.
What responded to the vampire was an unimaginably fast punch.
Accompanied by a huge force, Kiria, who was flying up, instantly flew back down. She crashed heavily on the ground, creating a huge crater with a radius of ten meters.
Boom!!
It was like an earthquake.
The rust on the dome fell to the ground.
"Stop!!"
Ryan charged forward recklessly. In his mad dash, he tripped over the rubble and fell to the ground in a sorry state.
The woman who pulled him and ran together with him just now had half of her chest caved in. She was deep in the rubble. She coughed up blood and breathed hard. Her face was full of pain.
"Kiria … Oh my god … Merlin's beard …"
He took out his wand with trembling hands. He tried to heal the shocking wound on her chest, but he didn't know what spell to use.
Patter.
With a soft sound, Hoffa landed on the ground from a high place. He came to the entrance opened by Kiria and called out to Ryan, "Hey, what are you waiting for? Hurry up and come over."
Beside the vampire who was coughing up blood, Ryan raised his head in disbelief. He looked at Hoffa as if he was looking at a stranger. "You … You're here. What are you doing?"
Hoffa strolled to Ryan's side. He lowered his head and looked at the vampire who was coughing up blood. Then, he looked at the huge moon in the sky. He frowned and muttered, "Is your life force so strong?"
"You … used … me?"
Ryan knelt on the ground. He tilted his head and looked at Hoffa.
"Not really used, just cooperated."
Hoffa took out a handkerchief and wiped the blood on his knuckles. He smiled and said, "You said that we should seek common ground while reserving our differences. Look, we've found the vampire's lair."
Before he finished speaking, Ryan suddenly stood up and pressed Hoffa against the wall. He raised his fist high and smashed it down. "Bastard!! You used me!! "
Hoffa tilted his head and avoided his fist. "What are you doing?" He frowned unhappily. "You can't find the location, but you can't think of a way. Are you coming or not?"
Ryan pressed him down. His eyes were red. "You still want me to come? I trusted you so much, Bach. How could you do such a thing to me? "
Hoffa's face gradually turned cold. He glanced at the time on his black gloves. "Okay, tell me, what did I do?"
Ryan raised his magic wand and pressed it against Hoffa's chin.
"You knew that I couldn't resist the charm. You also knew that she would definitely charm me. You left me alone in the house and gave me a key. After I let her go, you chased after me like a cat playing with a mouse. In front of me … in front of me!! "
"Don't say that, bro. You didn't lose out."
Hoffa opened his magic wand and didn't look at his desperate face. "Rolling in the sheets with a beautiful vampire. How many people would like to do it once?"
"Then why don't you try it yourself!? You don't care what happens! What am I in your eyes!? I told her half an hour ago that I liked her. Half an hour later, you want me to send her whole family to Azkaban. What did I do? Are you still human!? "
He was incoherent and extremely agitated. He punched Hoffa's face again and again. But after a few punches. His fist was grasped by a bigger and more powerful hand. Hoffa grabbed his arm and pressed it hard against his neck. He pressed him against the stone pillar and raised him high.
"Don't put the blame on me."
Hoffa looked at him disdainfully. "I don't have such good foresight. Was I the one who took off your pants? Or was I the one who kept her alive? You're blaming me for your lack of self-control? "
"You set me up!!"
Ryan was raised by him and shouted hoarsely. Tears filled his eyes. "Since you're so powerful, why don't you do it yourself? I said I was scared, and you left me alone in the room."
"If you can't do it, then go back to Hogwarts and practice for a few more years. Hoffa said coldly, "If you can't even control your own thoughts and body, you're not a wizard."
His golden eyes had no white. His expression was like a stone, unshakable. His muscles gradually relaxed. Ryan, who was holding on to Hoffa's clothes, let go of his hand little by little under his cold stare. Hoffa let go of him. He slid down the wall and knelt on the ground.
Hoffa pressed on his shoulder condescendingly. "Someone has to play the good cop and bad cop. Otherwise, how can she believe it? Besides, this trick has been used on many people. You'll believe that a person you've only met for two hours will fall in love with you. Don't be ridiculous, it's all an illusion."
Ryan looked at the face of the vampire who was vomiting blood in the distance. She was struggling to breathe. She could no longer speak, but her eyes were still locked on him.
What kind of gaze was that?
It was survival, pain, but it was not limited to that. There were other emotions in it as well.
Hoffa pressed on his shoulder and squatted down. "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone about this. Let's just treat it as our secret. How about that?"
Ryan retracted his gaze bit by bit. His voice was so low that it was almost inaudible.
"You're right. I haven't mastered it yet. I'm not you. You won't treat her as a person, and you won't treat me as a companion. Yes, you've changed. Back then, you were so confident and kind when you cast the shield spell. Now, you've become so cruel and patient. Perhaps the world is unpredictable, but you're indeed the most evil one among all the Ravenclaus. "
He raised his head. "After this … I won't get involved anymore. I'll return to the school and confess to my dean. I'll leave this matter to someone else."
"What about you?"
"Who knows? Maybe I'll be locked up in Azkaban with her. That's not a bad ending."
"You wish." Hoffa sneered. "You think they'll lock you up in Azkaban just because you slept with a vampire? What a joke. " He dragged Ryan up. "Your luck with women ends here, Ryan Garirese of Hufflepuff. Some things are fine if you play around, but you'll lose if you take it seriously. Don't forget that you still have a mission to save this city. "
"Maybe I'm not cut out for that. I'm arrogant, but I'm not strong enough. I …"
"Go in."
Hoffa raised his hand without hesitation.
Boom!
Accompanied by a loud bang, the vampire lying in the deep pit was grabbed by a pair of ridiculously sharp steel claws and wrapped into a huge iron cocoon. "I haven't killed her yet. If you really want to save her, then go underground with me and find out who's behind all this. Otherwise, she'll definitely die. "
.....
.....
Chloe was terrified. It had been three days since she separated from Hoffa. However, in these three days, she hadn't suffered at all. She was even taken care of with extravagance.
A group of girls around her age stripped her of her black and white robes and changed her into a bright red robe. The texture of the tassels made her feel like she wasn't wearing anything.
At the same time, the girls brought her all kinds of exquisite fruits and meat every day. She didn't dare to touch the bloody meat at all. She wasn't sure what kind of creature it was taken from. She only dared to eat some fruits.
She tried to communicate with the girls who took care of her, trying to see if she could meet a kind person who could help her leave this place.
However, the girls who took care of her seemed to have no souls. No matter what she asked them, they didn't respond except for a sweet smile.
Gradually, Chloe felt that these girls weren't living people. They were just puppets controlled by magic.
Her fear multiplied. She wasn't sure where Hoffa had gone, or whether the guy who abandoned her was dead or alive.
She wasn't even sure if he would come back to find her.
She tried to convince herself in her heart. She should have.
However, there was another thought that denied her thoughts like a demon.
If he was still alive, he would have found her long ago. With his ability, he should be able to find her very quickly. Why did it take so long? Could it be that he was tired of this journey and chose to give up?
Time slowly passed in worry and unease.
On the third day, the door she was in was pushed open. However, this time, it wasn't the puppet-like maids who came in. Instead, it was an old man wearing a luxurious green robe.
He had a gentle smile on his face and didn't have much hair on his head. One of his hands was holding a carved pure gold plate. The door was filled with colorful food, while the other hand was tucked in his sleeve. It looked very deformed.
"Oh, hi. How's your rest?"
The old man sat down beside Chloe and placed the tray beside her. She glanced at the tray and saw that there were only fruits on it. She heaved a sigh of relief. After being here for a few days, she more or less knew who had captured her. It wasn't a German sorcerer, but a British vampire.
"What are you doing here?" she asked, her voice still calm. She knew that she couldn't avoid this disaster.
"I'm here to bring you some food and ask Miss Lemour for help." The old man in the green robe said with a smile. His gentle voice was a little hoarse, which was very magnetic.
However, Chloe shivered and shrank to the side. When the old man smiled, he would reveal a large area of his bright red gums. It made people who looked at him feel fear.
"Don't be afraid. I don't mean you any harm."
"I heard that you have a unique power. As long as you have enough magic power, you can see what's happening at different times, right?" Old Man said as if he was chatting casually.
"Did Manse tell you that?"
Chloe asked.
"No." The old man in the green robe smiled. "I didn't have to ask him. It was someone from the Ministry of Magic who told me. Don't underestimate my power. I even know who you are."
After saying that, the old man in the green robe took out a thin glass syringe from his chest and placed it on the table. Chloe was very familiar with the liquid flowing in the syringe. It was a magic recovery potion.
The old man in the green robe cleared his throat. "Ahem, I've been trying to make sure that nothing goes wrong tonight, but I can't help but feel uneasy. I feel that someone will come to ruin my night of rebirth."
He pushed the syringe forward and asked gently, "I want you to see who might come to ruin my plan. Can you help me?"
"You want to be my gypsy diviner?"
Retracting his eyes from the syringe, Chloe said self-deprecatingly. "If I were as good as you said, I wouldn't have fallen to this point and become your prisoner."
"That's because you were too careless. If a horse can't be controlled, it's not because it's not strong enough, but because the rider can't. With me here, I'll help you master this power."
Chloe forced a smile. "Think carefully. If you really give me magic, I'll disappear in front of you and you won't be able to find me again."
"That's strange." The old man in the green robe stroked his chin. "The person who told me didn't say that. He said that you'll see some broken scenes of the past or the future when your magic starts to go berserk. If you have enough magic, you'll enter the state of time travel. "
"Who told you that?"
"I can't tell you that." The old man blinked. "But if your performance is good enough, I'll personally take you to see him after tonight."
Chloe shook her head. "Indeed, I'll see some scenes when my magic goes berserk. But this amount isn't easy to control. If my magic exceeds a little …"
"I'll control that amount."
The old man in the green robe interrupted her. "And you just need to tell me what you see."
He stood up and came behind the nun. From under his robe, he stretched out his broken hand and pressed on her temple. Then, half of the old man's body turned into countless black bats.
The bats flew and picked up the MP potion from the table and stabbed it into Chloe's neck. Surrounded by countless bats, half of the old man's head was close to Chloe's ear. "It doesn't matter. Just look. If you can escape from my hands, you'll be lucky."
There was no room for resistance. The transparent MP potion flowed into her body through the needle. She sucked in a breath of cold air and leaned heavily against the back of the chair. Her eyes rolled, and countless information flowed into her mind from all directions.
At this moment, all sound disappeared.
It was as if her soul had left her body. She could see everything that was happening around her and hear the whispers hidden in the gray and blurry scenes. Her consciousness was like a ghost that was everywhere, constantly drifting upwards.
There was probably a banquet being held here. Countless maids were holding all kinds of utensils in their hands. They were moving back and forth in the gloomy castle in an orderly manner. They were like worker ants in a nest, silent and loyal.
In Chloe's eyes, their footsteps were extremely fast. Their daily speed was increased by more than ten times. Her consciousness followed these maids and arrived at a spacious hall.
"How long will it take for Grindelwald to arrive?"
She saw a man in a red robe who was shuttling back and forth at the banquet table. He asked impatiently, "If he wanted to come, he should've come long ago."
"Important people always arrive late, don't they?"
Manse enthusiastically took the wine from the maids' hands and helped them put the fruit plates and wine jugs on the table. He was so enthusiastic that it was as if he was having a Christmas banquet at home.
The red-robed wizard said unhappily, "I hope you know who you are. Not only are you employed by the Wizard Association, but you are also an officer of the Germanic people."
"What are you worried about, sir?" Manse asked in surprise.
"I'm worried about whether you put my request as your first priority," the red-robed wizard said coldly. "You have to tidy up all the utensils here. Who do you think you are? A waiter in a hotel? "
Manse put down the golden cup in his hand and pushed him aside. He whispered, "Sir Kleist, please cheer up. If you ask me, tonight will be a happy night for everyone. Everyone will get what they want. Sir Kleist will become a prince, and your son will return to normal. Don't always be so serious. "
"Little Muggle, if Grindelwald can really save Anker, no matter how many passionate words you want me to say, I'll do it. Also, if Ruthven wants to attack the British Ministry of Magic in the future, I will naturally support him.
But you have to let me see him first. If Grindelwald doesn't come, your life will be in danger. I have never forgotten the responsibility you have to bear. "
"He will definitely come, but … maybe he's just a little busy," Manse said uncertainly.
The two continued to talk, but Chloe could no longer hear them. Her consciousness continued to rise and spread uncontrollably to the surroundings. She came to a side room at the side of the hall.
There were several women in transparent red tasseled robes standing there. The robes were exactly the same as the one she was wearing. The only difference was that their hands and feet were all shackled and their faces were covered with golden masks.
In a dark corner, there were a few Red Robed Sorcerers. They were poking the girl's body here and there, frivolously and casually.
"This bunch of Muggles are not bad looking."
"That old pervert's taste is not bad. If you ask me, those vampires are really lucky."
"What's the use of these people?"
"Blood sacrifice. Legend has it that the God of Night loves the blood of young women. If you want to please him, you have to cut the throats of dozens of people."
"Do such evil things really exist?"
"Only God knows."
Again, in less than a second, the floating consciousness absorbed all the information here and continued to spread. The speed was getting faster and faster. She saw more and more scenes, and the information she received became denser and denser. But none of it was of any concern to her.
She passed through the quickly stacked banquet tables, the maids who came and went like lightning, the creaking floors of the ancient castle, and stopped at the attic at the top of the castle.
Here, in a dark corner of the attic, a few black robes were whispering.
"Time passed day by day. We spent so much effort to bring them all the way from Paris to England, but we didn't get anything. "
"I suspect that idiot Manse might be playing with us."
"What do you mean by 'might'? I sneaked a peek at that girl called Lemour. She couldn't even cast a fluorescent spell and was about to become a meal for the vampires," the black robe said sinisterly, "So, that guy Manse must be playing with us."
"That's right. Now that the people from the headquarters are here, he's like a lapdog, following behind them and not even daring to fart."
"If you ask me, I think we should just follow behind those powerful wizards. What bullsh * t about seeing the future and new powers? I know there's no such thing as a quick power in this world. "
"Sigh, let's cut our losses in time.
"Cut our losses, cut our losses."
"Even if we have to cut our losses in time, we can't let Manse go. That guy has fooled us for so long, how can he not pay a price?"
"What do you want to do?"
.....
Before she finished reading the message, Chloe's consciousness left them and continued to move upwards. This was the attic at the top of the castle. After passing through this attic, her consciousness arrived at the empty night sky outside the castle.
In the sky, Chloe saw a huge round moon. She had never seen such a huge moon before. However, from her perspective, the moon wasn't just a moon.
An ancient and obscure power surged out from the celestial body. In a daze, she saw a vague fetus swimming in the celestial body, like a placenta, like a mother's body.
Curiosity drove her to continue moving upwards. She wanted to see the true appearance of the ancient celestial body.
She passed through the barrier formed by the spell and reached the real world. However, in the process of moving upwards, a familiar figure appeared in her vision.
It was two youths. One of them was standing, while the other was kneeling. They seemed to be arguing about something. In the distance, there was a vampire lying in a pool of blood.
In the middle of the argument, the grey-haired youth seemed to have sensed something and looked in the direction of Chloe's consciousness in shock.
After seeing Hoffa, the flow of magic in Chloe's body stopped. She withdrew from that mysterious and almost omniscient state of observation.
In the next second, her eyes returned to normal. She returned to the room where she was imprisoned by the vampire. Her heart was beating fast, and her body didn't have any strength.
The green robed old man expectantly turned in front of her and looked into her eyes with great interest.
"Tell me, what did you see? Is there someone who wants to ruin my banquet?"
The green robed old man's appearance was still terrifying, but Chloe's mood was strangely calm. Hoffa was here. He was looking for her.
She smiled and shook her head. "No, I didn't see anything."
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