In the end, Hoffa managed to convince Ryan to follow him into the underground. Jumping through the transparent passage, they descended from the sky and landed on the top of the Gothic building in the underground kingdom.
Looking down from above, they could see that the entire city was shrouded in moonlight. There were no other sources of light. They couldn't see anything that was shrouded in the shadows of the castle. They could only see that the buildings in the distance were jagged under the moonlight.
However, Huo Fa could tell that the underground kingdom was bustling with noise and excitement just from the sounds alone. Below them, there were excited whispers, the frantic barking of dogs, and the creaking of the carriage wheels as it rolled across the green stone floor.
After a while, their eyes became familiar with the darkness, and they could see countless carriages and people on the streets below the castle. It was as if they had returned to the 19th century in England.
Hoffa was secretly shocked. To be honest, if he hadn't followed that vampire, he wouldn't have thought that there would be such a scene in the underground of a modern city.
If he were one of those vampires and wanted to do some shady business, he would have chosen a place like this. However, to be able to expand to such an extent, they must have been operating underground for decades. He couldn't help but worry. Could two mere wizards break into the tomb of the vampires that was like a giant ant's nest?
"This place is quite spectacular."
Hoffa stepped on the hard broken tiles on the dome. "If you want to send a letter to the Hogwarts, you might need to call more people."
Ryan looked around blankly, not saying a word. His face was filled with numbness. He no longer had the warmth and friendliness that he had when they first met. Hoffa felt a little apologetic, but he didn't regret it. Admittedly, in the process of finding the underground lair, he had used some methods, but he felt that it was a necessary loss.
Moreover, if he hadn't met Hufflepuff, but a Slytherin, such as Tom Liddell, perhaps he wouldn't even think of it as a problem, let alone worry about it.
As they approached the ground from above, the barking of the hounds and the hissing of the vampires became louder and louder. The two of them held their breath. When they were about thirty meters above the ground, Hoffa pushed open a shutter on the steeple castle and crawled in through the window. He wanted to enter the street from inside.
The interior wasn't as grand as he had imagined. Rather than saying that he had entered an interior, it was more like he had entered a tomb.
The walls covered the noise outside, and only faint coughs and gasps could be heard. Through the spider web, Hoffa could see some figures in the dusty corner.
They were men who had been sucked dry. Their faces were full of wrinkles, and their eyes were gloomy. Their badly deformed bodies were curled up in the corner, crouching there and twitching slightly.
In an even deeper place, there were some skeletons with moldy spots. They were connected together by some blackened tendons, as if they had merged with the gloomy castle and became the stepping stones for it to reach the clouds.
"Look, if you had come in with your lover, you might have been lying here when the Hogwarts found you."
Hoffa bumped Ryan's shoulder and mocked him in a low voice.
Ryan moved aside and didn't say a word.
"Passion is the most unreliable thing."
Looking at the skeletons, Hoffa sighed softly. It was unknown whether he was talking to himself or to Ryan.
"Are you still looking for her?"
Perhaps Ryan was hurt by Hoffa's words, or maybe he didn't want to see the scene in front of him. He left Hoffa and hurriedly left alone.
"Quite a temper."
Hoffa muttered behind him.
After leaving the room, they came to the streets of the Underground Kingdom. It was probably because all the vampires had come outside that the room was so quiet.
The carriages rumbled as they moved forward. The people in the carriages poked their heads out and joked with each other. Obviously, they were very familiar with each other.
Hoffa and Ryan's doppelgänger followed behind them and moved forward together with the carriages. The carriages were all heading in the same direction. That direction was the center of the castle group. After passing through a few gothic arched bridges, he and Ryan arrived at a huge open-air square. For some reason, this place reminded Hoffa of the Colosseum in Rome.
After arriving at the square, a gorgeously dressed woman and a handsome man in a tuxedo alighted from the carriage.
Each of them wore a golden mask that covered their faces. Some of them covered half of their faces, while others covered all of their faces. This made it difficult for Hoffa to distinguish their identities, let alone find the nun among them.
On each table, there were piles of exquisite food and colorful fruits. Some of the fruits could not even be named.
What was even more shocking was that every few meters on the long dining table, there were some beautiful women with elegant postures. They were either lying down or sitting. They were wearing hazy gauze, with strands of gold ornaments hanging from their bodies. They were wearing golden masks.
Under the endless luxury, some kind of unknown religious ritual also flowed within. This reminded Hoffa of the crazy actions that Anker did in the Nightmare World. It was like a sacrifice.
"These guys …"
He was amazed by the spectacle in front of him. In his two lives, he had never seen such a luxurious banquet. Compared to this banquet. His memories of the East appeared to be extremely restrained and reserved.
Every design here stimulated the most primitive desires in the hearts of creatures. Thinking about it carefully, it could only be described as a pool of wine and a forest of meat.
It might not be correct to say that it was a pool of wine.
In the center of the square, surrounded by several towering stone pillars, there was a deep pit inscribed with countless runes. Around the deep pit, a row of young girls were holding pure gold containers and pouring a bright red liquid into the pit.
The air was filled with a thick fishy sweet smell. Not only was the smell not repulsive, it even made people yearn for it.
It was a pool of blood.
Seeing the pool of blood, Hoffa's heart clenched. There was no doubt that this was the blood that had been collected. Had the nun been drained dry? Where was she?
The two of them hid behind a gargoyle sculpture on the top of a building. From here, they could see the open-air blood pool without being discovered.
Ryan asked in a hoarse voice, "Where is your friend?"
In the face of such a spectacle, his voice still had no fluctuations. There was only a sense of routine. He had not recovered from the fact that Hoffa had schemed and threatened him. He was as numb as a servant of the landlord, resigned to his fate.
"I don't know."
Hoffa was a little uneasy, "Hey, you should at least pull yourself together. We can't afford any mistakes now."
"I'm very much pulling myself together."
He said in a tone that was not at all pulling himself together.
At this moment, the crowd below was in an uproar. The crowd applauded and cheered. Hoffa turned his head and saw an old man in a gorgeous green robe slowly coming down from the second floor. He had a high collar, and his robe dragged behind him like an elder.
He was the only person in the crowd who did not wear a golden mask. His face was as angular as an eagle's. The bridge of his nose was high and thin. His nostrils were deeply arched. His forehead was high, and his hair was sparse. His eyebrows were thick, almost forming a line above his nose. His protruding teeth were sharp and snow-white. His lips were especially red, showing an astonishing vitality that was not commensurate with his age. Also, his ears were pale and pointed at the top. His chin was wide and strong. Although his cheeks were thin, they were firm. His entire face was extremely pale.
"Everyone, welcome."
The old man said with a smile, "Please take a seat."
"So it's him. Damn it!"
Ryan sucked in a cold breath.
"You know him?" Hoffa asked.
"His name is Ruthven. Ruthven Bolidaoli. He was born in London in 1837. He was Slytherin's student."
Ryan was released from his previous state. He stared at the figure in the green robe in the distance without blinking.
Hoffa's eyes widened. It was Slytherin.
Ryan said, "When I was in Hogwarts, I read about him in a school history. He was expelled in the fifth grade because he conducted forbidden experiments in the school without permission. He also seduced the girls in the school. When they lost their judgment, I didn't expect that after he was released, he still …"
As he spoke, he seemed to think of himself. He could not help but lower his head in anger. His fingers dug deep into his hair and pulled hard.
"Why did he turn people into vampires?"
"Look at his left hand."
Hoffa's eyes focused on the old man's arm. He saw that below his left wrist, there was a strange curve. It looked like the claws of some kind of beast.
Ryan said, "His left hand is broken. When he was expelled from Hogwarts, the headmaster Dippet not only broke his wand, but also his left hand that he used to cast spells. This made it difficult for him to achieve higher achievements on the path of magic. But I didn't expect him to turn himself into a vampire. He gave up the wizard's path of spellcasting and turned to serve the God of Night.
"What are you going to do?"
He asked Ryan.
"Write a letter." Ryan took a deep breath. "Since we've discovered his true body, I think I should immediately report this matter to Hogwarts and let the teachers in the school deal with it."
But Hoffa did not move.
Ryan stood up. "I'm going to find Molly and find a quiet place to write a letter and contact the school. Do you want to come with me?"
Hoffa shook his head. "You go by yourself. You have to find my friend."
"Don't act alone. Wait for me to send a letter. The school will send someone over soon."
"I won't. Don't worry."
Hoffa said. His eyes swept around the banquet hall, hoping to find traces of the nun, but he found nothing.
Ryan looked at Hoffa in disbelief and did not leave for a long time.
"Aren't you going to send a letter?"
"You're on our side, right?"
He asked with some uncertainty. "You didn't join Germany, did you?"
"Are you delusional because of persecution?" Hoffa laughed angrily. "Mind your own business."
Ryan's illusion disappeared.
Not long after he left, the banquet began. Men and women wearing golden masks sat at the table. At this time, the old man in the green robe raised his arm and said enthusiastically, "Now, let me introduce my friend who came to watch the ceremony on the night of my resurrection. He's from Germany and represents countless Empire Wizard Associations, Athos Kleist!!"
Accompanied by applause, another group of people walked over from afar. They did not wear masks, only red robes. He had a faint look of annoyance and impatience on his face as he walked straight to one of the first seats at the table without looking at anyone.
Hoffa felt that Kleist's surname was familiar. After thinking for a while, he thought of the Wizard Anker he met in the Nightmare World. His surname was also Kleist. Aldo had once told him that the Anker family was very powerful. Now it seemed that it was true.
"And Colonel Muller Manse, who represents the Muggle military."
The green robed Ruthven waved his hand again, and a man in a Muggle military uniform walked in from the side door. He was tall and thin, and looked energetic. The moment he entered, he enthusiastically raised his hand and greeted the people around him. It was a stark contrast to the cold red-robed Wizard.
Seeing Manse enter, Hoffa's heart raced. Damn it, this guy is here too! Since he's here, Chloe must be nearby.
Everyone was seated.
In the middle of the banquet hall, Ruthven's expression was solemn. He slowly took off his green robe, revealing his shriveled and naked body. At this moment, in the sky, a huge moon shone brightly. The moonlight shone on the blood pool, and the blood in the pool began to boil. The air was filled with the smell of blood.
Rusfan walked towards the blood pool step by step, and with every step he took. With each step his body became more and more inhuman. Sharp teeth grew out of his mouth, his knuckles were like hooks, and his back became more and more arched. On his back, two thin wings gradually grew out, making him look like a large bat.
Scarlet appeared in the moonlight, and soon, it was like the air was filled with fresh blood, dyeing the entire moon scarlet.
Rusfan walked to the side of the blood pool and swept a withered rose across the blood pool. When the rose entered the blood pool, it was a withered fragment, but when it was scooped up, it turned into an extremely bright and tender branch.
"After so many years, I can finally be free."
He threw the flower away. He sighed and prepared to jump into the blood pool.
"Wait a moment."
But at this moment, a calm voice came from the long table.
Ruthven looked displeased and viciously turned his head.
At the circular dining table, Muller Manns, who was wearing a Muggle military uniform, stood up. He raised his glass and said with a serious expression,
He said seriously, "Although Lord Grindelwald hasn't arrived yet, this is an epic moment. I suggest that we raise our glasses and celebrate the great Sir Ruthven Boldaoli, the indomitable Wizard, the future Vampire Prince."
Since someone made such a request, no one would reject it. Everyone present stood up, regardless of whether they were wearing black robes, red robes, or golden masks. They all stood up and raised the wine glasses in their hands.
Zizi said, "The great Sir Ruthven Boldaoli, the indomitable Wizard, the future Vampire Prince!"
"Hahaha."
The displeasure on Ruthven's face disappeared. He looked at Manse with satisfaction. "Good, it's rare for you to have such a thought."
He reached out, and the girl holding the pot in the distance immediately came forward and poured him a glass full of blood-red wine.
"Ever since I was judged by Wissenjammer, I've been dormant for too long. From now on, I'll pull out my sharp fangs. This country, and even this continent, will be yours and mine! "he said boldly." Today is the day we rise! "
"Today is the day!"
The vampire in the golden mask shouted fanatically and drank the contents of the cup in one gulp.
The red-robed Kleist had an impatient look on his face. His eyes were filled with disdain. He didn't want to follow those people and shout slogans, but out of politeness, he still reluctantly raised his cup and took a sip.
After drinking the wine, Ruthven threw the glass away and looked at the blood pool in front of him. "God of the Night, witness this moment!"
The blood pool in front of him emitted a dense light, as if the whole world was dyed red. The red became bigger and bigger, and eventually covered his entire vision.
He felt that something was wrong, so he touched his eyes. His hand was wet, and that wet patch was also red.
"What …?"
Ruthven's head was heavy, and he fell to the ground less than three steps away from the blood pool. His face made intimate contact with the ground. Then, he wanted to get up, but he fell to the ground again. This time, the changes in his body gradually disappeared, and he returned to his normal appearance.
"Father …!"
The men wearing the golden masks wanted to help him up, but the moment they stood up, they also fell to the ground with a thud. The table clattered, and the scene was extremely chaotic.
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