Ryan crawled out of the subway station. The owl was currently standing on the signboard of the station. Its head was twisted 180 degrees, and it was holding a dead rat in its mouth as it looked at him.
Thirty meters away, on the broken ground, there was an iron cocoon that was as tall as a man. It was the product left behind after the battle between Hoffa and Kiria. The female vampire that he had a moment of intimacy with was imprisoned inside.
Ryan subconsciously took two steps towards the iron cocoon. Then he turned back and hurried to his owl. He took out a roll of goat skin from his chest and wrote a message on the paper. Then he tied the letter to the owl's leg.
"Quick, Molly. Send the letter to Hogwarts and ask Dean Hursley to send someone over. You must be quick. Do you understand?"
The owl turned its head back and threw away the food in its mouth. It flapped its wings and flew into the air.
On the other hand, Ryan raised his wand and drew a few complicated gestures in the air. Accompanied by a violent wave of magic and a light crackling sound, his owl collided head-on with the spell in the air and disappeared in the air. Only a few brown feathers slowly fell from the sky.
After doing all that, he let out a long sigh of relief. Then he walked quickly to the iron cocoon and studied it carefully.
Without a doubt, this was the most skillful transformation spell that he had ever seen. There was no other spell that could compare to it. In just an instant, that student from Ravenclaw had changed the structure and characteristics of the substance. He had directly created a cage on the spot and sealed Kiria within it.
There was no spell, no casting process. He was not sure if anyone in the school could do this with just his own spiritual force field. Perhaps even the teachers of the transformation class could not do it.
"Is this the reason why you left Hogwarts?"
Ryan smiled bitterly. He kept using his magic wand to knock on the flawless iron cocoon, trying to find a flaw in it so that he could rescue the severely injured vampire trapped within.
But no matter how hard he tried, no matter how hard he tried, no matter how hard he tried, the iron cocoon was like an iceberg that would never melt. It stood firmly in place, and the palm patterns on the cocoon made Ryan despair.
After staring at the toy for ten minutes, Ryan gave up the idea of opening it with magic. He put his ear on it, but he heard nothing. The toy was as quiet as a solid iron ball.
In the Underground City, he once again witnessed the brutality of the vampires. Those humans were sucked into dregs, and those innocent girls were placed on the dinner plates, waiting to be slaughtered. However, Ryan could not suppress the worry that was growing in his heart. Would she die? If he didn't die, he might still have a chance to turn over a new leaf.
With that in mind, he found a rusty crowbar from a pile of trash in the distance and tried to use the Muggle method to open the solid iron cocoon.
Taking a deep breath, he tentatively lifted the tip of the crowbar.
He exerted a little force.
With a cracking sound, the entire iron cocoon suddenly shattered into pieces, turning back into dust and gravel. A grey thing rolled out of the iron cocoon and fell to the ground, twitching slightly.
This time, even Ryan himself was stunned. To tell the truth, he didn't have much hope at all. He was just trying everything he could. But he didn't expect that after this indestructible iron cocoon met with Qiao Gun, it actually shattered like an eggshell.
No matter how he thought about it, it didn't seem right. Even if it was an ordinary transformation spell, unless a higher level transformation spell came over, or the caster died or ran out of mana, there was no way to undo it.
Ryan felt that these two situations were impossible. His mastery of transformation spells was far from Hoffa's. But to say that the guy died or ran out of magic, Ryan felt that it was impossible.
Thinking about how that guy dug a hole for him without batting an eyelid, he felt that even if he died three times, that guy would not necessarily die.
But these thoughts only flashed through his mind. Very quickly, his attention was completely attracted by the unconscious vampire on the ground.
He turned over the creature on the ground. The vampire lying on the ground looked very different from before. She was no longer pale and beautiful. Instead, she was grey and shriveled. Her joints were protruding, like an extremely malnourished 50-year-old woman.
Ryan's hand trembled. He could not believe that this guy was the beauty who made him fall for her a few hours ago. The change was so big that he could not accept it.
The vampire was not dead yet. After seeing Ryan, she used all her strength to turn over. Because of her shriveled and bulging eyes, she stared at him without blinking.
"Blood …"
The shriveled vampire said hoarsely. She looked at Ryan's neck and tried to support herself from the ground, but she could not do it.
"Blood …" She was lying on the ground and could only say this one word.
After calming himself down, Ryan knelt down again. He was a little scared. It was as if a beautiful dream had turned into a bubble, and life had shed its disguise. After the clear river water dried up, it revealed the dry and dilapidated riverbed behind it.
"You … are you okay?"
He asked. After asking, he felt that he had asked a useless question. How could her appearance be described as okay?
"Blood …"
The vampire looked at him, her voice getting softer and softer.
"Were you lying to me before? Those words were probably just to trick me into going underground." Ryan said to himself. He reached out his hand and touched the shriveled and ugly vampire's forehead. The touch was as rough as sandpaper.
"I went down to take a look. No matter what, I will not forgive you. However, I also said that I would send you to Wissengamo alive for trial. I will not go back on my words. "
As he said that, the magic wand in his hand turned into a sharp dagger.
A cold light flashed.
A smear of red dripped from his palm and landed on the shriveled vampire's face on the ground. Her waist seemed to be installed with a spring as it suddenly straightened downwards and opened her shriveled mouth full of sharp teeth.
Fresh blood dripped into her mouth drop by drop. Her body was like a resin that absorbed water, rapidly expanding. At the same time, Ryan's face also became pale due to the loss of blood.
After ten breaths, the shriveled old woman on the ground became a skinny young woman around thirty years old due to the nourishment of the blood. Although she was not as beautiful as the first time they met, she still had the charm of a withered flower. Her chest still had the wound caused by Hoffa's heavy punch, but she was no longer dead.
Crackle.
Crackle.
Crackle.
Three soft sounds, accompanied by violent magic fluctuations.
Plumes of black smoke dissipated into the air.
Ryan, who was feeding the blood, immediately clenched his hand and stood up. A maroon owl circled and landed on his shoulder. It flapped its wings and pecked his ear.
In the darkness, a few figures in dark green suits slowly walked out. They were about the same age as him. They were dressed no different from ordinary office workers on the streets.
After seeing who it was, Ryan heaved a sigh of relief and put his hands behind his back. "Why are you guys here?"
"Why can't it be us?"
The leader of the group, a blonde boy, raised the note in his hand. "Since it's Slytherin's traitors, it's natural for us to deal with it."
"I thought my letter was delivered to Professor Hursley's hands …"
"Hufflepuff's people and Gryffindor's people have gone to Birmingham to assist Gryffindor's people. Now, we're in charge of the coastal area." The blonde Slythrin spoke in a steady tone, his tone carrying a strong sense of alienation and indifference.
"I see. Where's Professor Slughorn? Why isn't he here? "
"He's in charge of making potions in the camp. It's not convenient for him to see you."
The boy's expression became a little impatient. "Hurry up. You said it was urgent in the letter. Why are you taking so long to come here? Where's the problem? Hurry up and take us there.
"No, you can't. It's very dangerous down there. If there's no adult wizard leading the team, I won't be at ease …"
The faces of the few Slytherin in front of him fell. They seemed to be very unhappy.
"How rare. A Hufflepuff is questioning the strength of Slytherin. As far as I know, you haven't won the School Championship for four or five years."
Someone said. The few Slytherin in front respectfully moved aside, revealing the person who spoke behind them.
The boy had black hair and black eyes. His hair reached his shoulders, and his skin was delicate and pale. His cheekbones were slightly protruding, probably due to his thin body. He was wearing a slender muggle suit, and his body was straight. His slender fingers were like that of a pianist. When he held his wand, there was an ancient black ring on his forehead. There was also a green and black scarf embroidered with a black snake around his neck. It made him look very noble and handsome.
He walked out of the crowd with his wand and came to Ryan. He had a warm smile on his face, but Ryan could feel the pressure coming from him.
He knew the guy in front of him. He was the new head of Slytherin, the most famous student of Hogwarts in recent years, Tom Marvolo Riddle.
"Not even you," Ryan said. "You don't know the situation down there. It's very dangerous down there. We need an adult wizard to come."
Tom Riddle ignored Ryan's suggestion. Instead, he walked around him three times, his eyes drifting back and forth between Ryan and the female vampire. Ryan felt very uncomfortable being stared at by this guy.
"Nocturnal creature? Werewolf? Vampire? Or something else? "
Tom stood still and pointed at the woman beside Ryan.
Ryan unconsciously stood up straight. "Vampire," he said.
The boy in front of him had a very high reputation in Slytherin. Although he was two years younger than him, Ryan knew that he was no match for him.
In the dueling club opened by the school, this boy defeated all the students who challenged him. There were many masters and geniuses who had been famous for a long time in the sixth and seventh years. It was said that with his ability, he could have graduated and worked or interned in the Department of Law Enforcement or the Department of Defense of Dark Magic in the Ministry of Magic. However, he did not choose to do so.
Tom Riddle said, "You brought her from Bournemouth?"
"Yes, there are many more … Wait, she's heavily injured. Can you treat her first?"
"Who hurt her? Was it you?"
He bent down and touched his chin, looking at the vampire's chest with great interest. The sunken wound there was far from healing.
Ryan could feel that the new head of Slytherin did not take him seriously. He took a step forward and stood in front of Kiria.
"This has nothing to do with this, Riddle. I need her alive. She's an important witness. She can provide us with a lot of useful information."
"Is that so …"
Tom Riddle moved his gaze to Ryan's face for the first time.
This gaze made him shiver. What kind of gaze was this? It was like the gaze of a poisonous snake staring at its prey. There was no warmth in it.
"Tara."
The head of Slytherin turned around and called.
"I'm here."
A Slytherin girl with long braids walked out.
"Send this … important vampire to the camp. Take good care of her." He said with a slightly magnetic voice.
"Okay." That Slythrin girl with a refined appearance walked forward and slowly pulled Kiria away from Ryan's arms, not allowing any resistance.
Ryan let out a sigh of relief. The head of Slytherin was easier to talk to than he looked. However, this good impression only lasted for a moment.
"Also, send this Hufflepuff senior to the camp. Separate him from the vampire." Tom Riddle continued, "Don't let the two of them get entangled."
Immediately, the golden-haired youth in the lead stepped forward and pressed down on Ryan's shoulder without any explanation.
"What?"
Ryan was shocked, "You don't want me to lead the way?"
"If Hufflepuff can come out of that city unharmed, I believe I can do it too."
As he said this, Riddle's face became cynical. He swung his wand. Ryan suddenly felt a sharp pain in his palm. He took out his left hand that was hidden behind his back. He saw a black snake slowly moving on the wound that he just cut. It was like a tattoo.
"She sucked your blood."
The head of Slytherin said with a cold tone, "If you were forced, then your strength is too weak. If you took the initiative, then there is something wrong with you."
As he said this, Ryan felt a hard object poking his lower abdomen. He looked down and saw that it was a black purple wooden wand.
The black-haired youth held the wand steadily said, "I am more inclined to suspect that there is something wrong with you."
The light of the magic spell flashed, and Ryan's body straightened. He fell to the ground. He could only see a few Slytherin's dark green suits and uniformed calfskin boots.
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