Ten minutes later.
Huo Fa and the future Dark Lord stood at the edge of Cloud Base, holding the reins of two Night Stallions. Ryan was with them, as well as the female vampire who was tightly bound with ropes. She probably already knew that her family had been annihilated and that all the wizards had been wiped out. She was tied to the back of the Night Qi, and even her mouth was sealed by a metal chain. She looked at Tom and Hoffa with hatred in her eyes.
Tom did not want to talk to Hoffa anymore. He brought the female vampire to his side as if he was carrying some kind of item. He placed her horizontally on the back of the Night Qi, then he flipped over and straddled the back of the Night Qi.
The black creature spread its huge wings and silently descended to Bournemouth below.
Ryan looked at the Night Qi below him, then looked at Hoffa who was standing on the ground. He thought that Hoffa was going to sit behind him, and his teeth chattered.
However, Hoffa did not look at him, nor did he talk to him. He gently patted the neck of the Night Qi. The Night Qi felt something, spread its wings, raised its front hooves, and fell straight down.
The airflow from the clouds blew Ryan's hair into a mess, and he turned his head a few thousand meters above the ground. He only saw the shadow of a huge four-winged bird flickering in the clouds, then disappeared.
He swore that this was the worst day he had ever experienced. Ever since he met that evil Ravenclaw, his fate had become like a broken wooden basin in the waves, and he could no longer control it.
When the two Night Qi finally landed on the ground, Hoffa was already standing on the ground, waiting for them.
They had returned to the underground city of Bournemouth. Yesterday, this place was very lively, and countless vampires were roaming around the underground city, singing and holding banquets. Today, the underground city was dead silent, and it was as quiet as a dungeon that had been destroyed by a footman. Occasionally, a few wizards patrolling in the distance would walk by.
Tom Riddle straddled the Night Qi and pointed his wand at the female vampire. "Stop the curse."
Click. The chains that bound the vampire were all released, and the female vampire collapsed to the ground weakly.
"Do whatever he tells you to do."
Tom said condescendingly, "Don't even think about running away, if you don't want to suffer before you die."
The vampire slowly propped himself up from the ground and spat at Tom's feet. This action was met with a heavy kick. Tom Riddle's shiny calfskin boots landed on the vampire's face.
"Call me if you're hungry. Other than that, don't do anything else." His tone was full of impatience.
"As … as you wish … Lord Sorcerer."
The vampire said hatefully as he crawled at his feet.
Tom released his foot and looked at Hoffa. "Okay, take us to the Muggle who killed the vampire. If he really exists, hurry up."
Hoffa pulled the female vampire up. "Is there a hidden place in your city?"
The vampire did not even look at him. She stood up and patted the dust off her body. She said to the other two, "Follow me."
The four of them were silent. The female vampire walked in front, Hoffa walked in the middle, and Tom held Ryan's hand as they walked at the end of the group. They walked into the empty depths of the city, and soon disappeared into the depths of the ancient castles.
Moonlight streamed in through the gaps between the narrow windows, leaving mottled silver spots on their faces. When midnight came, the female vampire brought them into a small, hidden church on the side of the city. This place had already been sealed by the Wizards who searched yesterday, and there were a few Wizards standing guard on the road.
When they saw Hoffa and the other three, they immediately came forward to welcome them. At this time, Riddle's usefulness came into play. He just stepped forward and said something, and the Wizards standing guard respectfully let them in. In the eyes of the Wizards, Tom Riddle was also a very decent person, and one of the pillars of the future Wizard Society.
When Hoffa entered, he found that the inside was not much different from the outside. There were seals everywhere, and most of the things had been moved away. Only a few empty cabinets were left.
However, after arriving here, Hoffa immediately sensed that there was something else behind the cabinets. It was strange to say that this was not the perception that his spiritual force gave him, but the ability to clearly see the sealed space behind the cabinets. This was an additional ability that he gained after nightfall.
As expected, the female vampire walked to the cabinets and felt around. Then, with a push and a push, the cabinets flipped over, revealing a narrow passageway behind.
Tom Riddle stood still, and pursed his lips at Hoffa. His meaning was obvious; he wanted him to go in first.
Hoffa did not see any danger, and followed the female vampire into the dark room. This was probably where the vampire hid her things. It was a square storage room, with a carpet made of animal skin on the floor, and a sofa and a desk.
In the middle of the desk, there was an open notebook. The paper was rough and yellowed, and some words were written in strange cursive English.
On the left side of the notebook, there was a stack of Zizi books, about seven or eight of them. The wall on the right side of the notebook was inlaid with gray pipes and a wall lamp that was connected to the pipes.
This lamp had a classical western style, about half the size of an adult's head. The inner layer was transparent glass, and the outer layer was surrounded by a black metal grid.
???? Diagonally below the extinguished wall lamp, there was a black ink bottle shrouded in a pale red glow. The surface of the ink bottle formed a vague pattern of three moons.
Seeing the pattern, Hoffa subconsciously touched his chest. There was also an exquisite three-ring glass window on the high ceiling, and the moonlight shone through the disorderly glass lens. It fell on the right side of the room, which was the room's antique shelf.
At the bottom of the shelf, there was a pile of scrolls. When he opened it, he saw that it was some Renaissance oil paintings. On the shelf next to the sofa, there were all kinds of accessories, including Swiss watches, China ceramics, South American sculptures, and even Japanese ukiyo-e paintings.
At the top was a glass bottle, and in the bottle was a very exquisite and realistic warship, floating in a blue liquid. The boat in the bottle was very exquisite, and it shone brightly under the moonlight. He could not help but take a few more glances.
A boat in the bottle.
"These are my father's collection. Some were stolen, some were given to me by others. You can take whatever you want," the female vampire said coldly in the middle of the room.
After entering the room, Tom Riddle loosened the ropes on Ryan's body and began to search the room excitedly. Sometimes he would pick up a watch, sometimes he would pick up a famous painting.
However, Hoffa was not interested. These collections worth millions of pounds were meaningless to him. He felt that the female vampire had misunderstood him. He wanted to find the Manse's hiding place, not the old vampire's treasure room.
"Is there no place to hide people? If someone wanted to hide, where would they hide? "
He asked the female vampire.
"How would I know? This is the most secluded place I know," the female vampire said. Then, she grinned happily. "You don't have any unusual plans to find someone this time, Lord Magus?!"
"Strange."
Hoffa did not care about the female vampire's sarcasm. He was deep in thought. The Manse had taken the nun and the children of the French refugees. It seemed that he was going to do something big.
But no matter what he was going to do, he needed a place and supplies. After all, this was the material world. It was impossible to bring a group of people without food or water. If that was the case, it would be better to kill everyone from the beginning. He felt that with the guy's intelligence, he would never do such a stupid thing.
After Tom checked a series of collections in the room, his face showed some disappointment. Obviously, these muggle items were not to his liking. He threw aside a diamond-studded watch in his hand. "That's it? It seems that the magical muggle officer you mentioned is not here."
"Give me a little more time," Hoffa said in a low voice.
"Up to you. I don't want to leave anyway."
Tom walked behind the mahogany table and sat down on the chair. He crossed his legs on the table and twirled his wand in his hand. He said with waning interest, "I'll stay here. There are still some treasures here. If you want to find them, you can go find them yourself. "
Hoffa glanced at Ryan, who was looking at him. After noticing Hoffa's gaze, Ryan immediately lowered his head and stared at his feet, as if he did not want to have anything to do with Hoffa.
"Okay, you wait for me here," Hoffa said to Tom. "Don't go anywhere."
After saying that, he left the dark room alone and wandered around the castle. First, he came to the kitchen of the vampire castle. There were many machines used for bloodletting. There were many blood stains on them, and there were many hanging hooks on the ceiling. There should have been many living people hanging here, but those hooks were empty now.
The efficiency of the searching wizards was still very high. In just a few days, they had cleaned up the corpses and blood thralls here.
Then he went to the theater, the living room, the bedroom, and other places. But without exception, these places were all empty. This made Hoffa feel like he was looking for a needle in a haystack. He could not help but wonder what he was doing and whether it was meaningful.
After going around and around, he finally returned to the treasure room that the female vampire had brought. The few people in the room did not speak. Tom Riddle was still leaning on the red leather chair that the vampire had once sat on, maintaining a lazy look as if he was watching a show. The female vampire and Ryan each stood in a corner of the room. The vampire looked at Ryan, and Ryan stared at the ground.
"How's the harvest?"
Tom leaned on the chair and asked.
Hoffa shook his head. "Didn't find anything."
"That's really unexpected." Tom grinned, gloating over Brendel's misfortune.
Hoffa was already numb to his sarcastic attitude. Tom's casual words could not really do anything to him, and the guy who had really pierced his heart was the one who worried him the most.
Did the Manse leave?
Leave this city.
If that was really the case, he was afraid that he would never be able to find the nun again.
But on second thought, he felt that this speculation was not reliable.
The exit of the underground city was hundreds of meters above the ground, and there was a vacuum of more than a hundred meters in the middle. He was a Muggle who did not know magic, could not fly, and could not perform Mirage Transfiguration. How did he climb out? Unless he was a pilot, but that was impossible.
Could it be that he had mixed in with the normal wizards? With such a big hole in his chest, even a fool could see that something was wrong. Even if he covered the wound, he would not be mute with so many people.
Hoffa kept denying the speculation in his mind. In the end, he even took out the glass ball and wanted to ask the guy who called himself the God of Nightmares if he had any clues.
But the monster in the glass ball had closed into a black seed and looked like it was in deep sleep. It did not seem to care about him at all.
But when he put down the glass ball, another piece of glass in the storage room caught his attention.
It was the glass bottle on the shelf. He came to the glass bottle, and there was a warship in it.
Hoffa bent down and slowly felt that something was wrong. The more he looked at the warship, the more familiar it was. As a model, it was too exquisite. Not only were the masts and cannons on the ship restored, even the mini lifeboat beside the warship was restored to life. The lifeboat was only the size of a grain of rice. Yes, even if it was shrunk countless times, he still recognized it.
It was the Scharnhorst warship that Ethan Dominic had piloted on the sea.
A flash of lightning flashed through Hoffa's mind. He bared his teeth and laughed viciously.
Good lord, it can really hide.
He immediately reached out and pulled out the cork of the warship in the bottle.
Tom Riddle was still playing with his wand and nails in front of the mahogany table. Suddenly, a gust of wind came from behind, causing the chair he was leaning on to fall to the ground. The wind had an unparalleled suction force, and like a door key, it dragged the four people in the dark room into the void without warning.
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