The four of them fell from the sky, and below them was the dark blue water. In just a few seconds, they smashed heavily onto the glass, and then slid around on the extremely smooth glass.
Hoffa heard someone scream. It should be the voice of a female vampire. Not long after, the four of them plunged into the water at an extremely fast speed, as if they were on a slide.
The bubbling seawater made them feel bitter. Hoffa leaned against the smooth glass and kicked his legs to get out of the water, shaking his hair. Below them was the bottomless water. He had to stand on the glass to prevent himself from falling.
Soon, Tom Riddle also came out from beside him. He looked at the sky in surprise. "This is … inside a bottle?"
Hoffa raised his head. The curved glass dome in the sky reflected the light of the fire. It was from the torches in the room outside. The reflection of the light in the water made the entire surface of the sea flicker with a red phosphorescence. In the distance, a huge warship was quietly parked in the sea, like a statue.
With the enhancement of night vision, Hoffa could clearly see the patrolling German soldiers on the ship. There were many of them, and they were fully armed.
"The world in a bottle …"
Hoffa reached behind him and touched the steep glass wall. It turned out that the seemingly ordinary glass bottle actually contained a real warship. This must have been done by a magician with a high level of magic power.
He retracted his gaze from the distance. There were only two people on the surface of the sea.
"Where's Ryan?"
Hoffa thought of Hufflepuff's companions and immediately looked around. Ryan's hands were tied up by Tom. If he slipped into the water, he would probably sink.
However, Tom didn't answer Hoffa. He floated on the surface of the water and stared blankly at the huge warship in the distance. He muttered, "So, what you said was true. Someone really used poison to kill all the vampires?"
"Of course it's true."
Hoffa was a little annoyed. "Where's Ryan? Where did he go?"
Tom still didn't care about what Hoffa was asking. He stared at the warship in the distance. Suddenly, he turned his head. "Are you serious? When you find that guy, you won't say anything and just say that I caught him?"
"You …"
Before he could say anything.
With the sound of water splashing, the wet female vampire carried Ryan, whose hands were tied, out of the sea. Ryan choked on too much water and his face turned green. He floated on the surface of the sea and kept vomiting. The vampire stuck close to him and patted his back silently. His eyes were vigilant as he looked at the other two.
This scene reminded Hoffa of the past. He stared blankly at Hufflepuff and forgot to answer Tom Riddle's question.
"Hey, I asked you a question, Bach."
Tom Riddle narrowed his eyes and asked dangerously, "Are you serious?"
Hoffa retracted his gaze and replied expressionlessly, "Although you and I have been at odds for a long time, I have never lied to you. As long as you catch that guy, you can do whatever you want with him. I will leave quietly. "
"Good, very good."
Tom nodded and revealed a bright smile. He stretched out his hand on the surface of the sea and said to Hoffa just like three years ago, "Let's forget about the past. When I get up in the future, I will give you a lot of benefits."
Hoffa nodded and held the cold hand. "Then let's move quickly."
Whoosh!
Hot air rose from the surface of the water. His hand, which was cold just a moment ago, instantly became boiling hot.
Hoffa's expression changed. He suddenly shook off his hand and saw a black snake-shaped pattern on his arm. His expression changed from calm to gloomy. "What are you doing, Tom?"
"It's fine, it's just a collaboration," Tom Liddell laughed. "There must be a way to contact each other. Look, with this marking spell, even if you get lost, I can still find you."
After a pause, he said to Hoffa with a bright face, "Don't be reluctant. This is the first time I have used this spell on someone else after learning it. You should be happy."
"Is that so?"
Hoffa squeezed out a fake smile. "That's great."
He retracted his hand and thought that when this matter was over, the first thing he would do was to find a way to get rid of this thing on his hand. He did not want to carry a black membrane mark and carry the bad reputation of being the first Death Eater in history.
After shaking hands, Tom Riddle pointed his wand at the sea without hesitation. Amidst the cold air, a white path of ice appeared in front of them, extending into the distance that they could not see.
He leaped up from the sea and stood on the frozen road. Then, without any explanation, he grabbed Ryan by the collar and pulled him up from the sea. "You walk in front," he said indifferently.
"I'll walk in front. My eyesight is better."
Hoffa suggested.
"No need, Bach. Your life is much more valuable than his."
Tom patted Ryan's head and laughed without hiding anything. "If you do something wrong, you should look like you did it."
After that, he pushed Ryan forward. "Let's go." Ryan glanced at the vampire behind him and was pushed to stumble forward.
The female vampire also crawled out of the sea and followed behind them, her footsteps somewhat unsteady. She was wet all over. The water droplets on her skirt soon formed a trail of ice on the frozen path.
Huo Fa was a little surprised, so he slowed down and walked with her side by side. The vampire didn't even look at him. She just covered her wet chest and followed the two people in front of her step by step.
"Riddle's mind is not on you now. Why don't you go?" Hoffa asked suddenly.
"Hehe …"
The vampire's mouth twitched twice, but she did not pay attention to him.
"What are you laughing at? Say something."
"If I leave, will you let me go? Will he let me go?"
The vampire said sarcastically. "Don't ask me when you already know the answer. If you don't behave, you will die. This is what you taught me."
After walking side by side on the frozen sea for a few steps, the vampire said, "I thought you people from the Wizard School were smarter than the Muggles. I didn't expect it to be the same everywhere. There is no tolerance for the otherworldlings. "
"Yeah, it's the same everywhere."
Hoffa agreed and felt that what she said was quite reasonable. Speaking of otherworldlings, he was an otherworldling. Tom Riddle was also an otherworldling. But Tom knew how to package himself. He knew how to be good, outstanding, and suitable for the public's taste. After a while, he asked, "Do you have to suck blood?"
"You can see me as a mosquito. That's it."
She said straightforwardly.
"But you don't have to kill them. Those people can be released after you suck them dry. You can recycle them," Hoffa said slowly.
"Hahaha … Hey, shame on you. You killed everyone in my family, and I didn't say anything."
She could not suppress her laughter. Ryan, who was walking at the front of the group, turned back to look at her. Then he was pushed by Tom.
"You think I did it too?"
"If it wasn't you, who else could it be? You went underground and walked out alive. Everyone else is dead."
The conversation between the two of them came to an abrupt end. In the distance, a flame illuminated the vampire's face. Hoffa realized that danger was coming and immediately shut his mouth.
Then he heard Ryan, who was walking at the front, shout, "Get down!"
The frozen path that Tom Riddle created with magic was shattered by the violent explosion.
Four ice walls rose from all directions. That was Tom Riddle's protection spell. Hoffa unfolded his wings and grabbed the vampire's collar without hesitation. In the blink of an eye, they flew to the top of the bottle.
Amidst the mist, there was a whistling sound in the distance. It was a dense rain of cannonballs. They drew a beautiful red arc and crashed into the calm sea, stirring up waves.
Was he discovered?
Hoffa carried the vampire and floated in the sky. He looked behind him and secretly scolded himself for being too careless. The cork of the glass bottle was pulled out by himself. At the moment, there was a round hole the size of a football field. He did not care about it when he was outside because the glass bottle was just an insignificant decoration in a large room. There was no difference between pulling out the cork and putting it back on.
But after the scale was reversed, that thing looked like a hole in the sky. It was completely impossible to ignore. The person in the bottle had realized that she had been invaded.
After the first round of bombardment, Hoffa folded his wings and landed on the sea from the sky. There was no one on the sea. Only pieces of broken ice were left floating.
The vampire broke free from Hoffa's hand and ran two laps on the ice. She turned back after finding nothing and was stunned on the spot.
Hoffa looked around. His sharp sense of smell at night allowed him to detect a trace of blood. So he flipped over a piece of broken ice and found a string of bloody rope on the sea. It was Tom used to tie Ryan's arm.
"It's over …"
He picked up the rope in the water and was secretly annoyed.
At this time, the sky was fiery red again. Three seconds after the light flashed, there was a rumbling sound in the distance. The second round of bombardment had begun. The bombardment was more intense than the first.
Before he had time to feel anything, he grabbed the vampire and stepped on the ice. The wings behind him flapped and then disappeared. He had almost infinite power at night. After the ice shattered, a thin ripple flashed across the sea. He swept towards the warship in the distance at a speed that was difficult to be seen by the naked eye.
The moment he passed by the warship, he saw the cannons on the warship retracting tirelessly. Every time they retracted, they spat out a red flame. Rows of soldiers stood on the deck, holding binoculars and staring into the distance. Some soldiers even drove a dozen small boats from the lower level of the dock to the position where he and Tom were just a moment ago.
The scene lasted for less than a second. The soldiers only had time to feel a gust of wind blow by. When they looked back, there was no one there.
Hoffa came to the stern of the warship. He clung to the outer shell of the iron wall. The Thunderbird on his back flapped its wings. After a few leaps, he stood on the deck.
All the soldiers were gathered at the bow, facing the place where the cork was pulled out. The stern of the ship was empty, and there was no one there.
After confirming that no one saw him boarding the ship, he released his hand and let go of the vampire. She sat down and stuck her fingers into her hair, unable to see her expression.
Even at this time, Hoffa could not help but feel a little confused. He squatted down and asked, "Do you really like him?"
"Like?"
The vampire sitting on the ground stood up without hesitation and looked at Hoffa with a sneer. "Don't get me wrong. I have never had any feelings for him. In my eyes, he is just dinner, no different from other people. I can't believe that a smart person like you would think so."
Hoffa carefully looked into her eyes for a while, nodded and said, "Then you can go. Get as far away from here as possible. Don't come back."
"What?"
The vampire looked at him in disbelief.
"You are worthless to me. I don't need you to lead the way anymore. I have no interest in killing vampires. You can go."
"You killed my family, and you say you have no interest in killing vampires?"
The vampire looked at him and said with gritted teeth.
"If I really killed them, why would I come back now?"
The vampire was stunned for a moment and asked, "Then why did you come back?"
Hoffa was too lazy to explain to her. He stood up and closed his eyes. Some ancient hunting instinct rose in his heart. The three-ring pattern on his chest became bright red. Every smell in the air became a body of information, telling him what had happened here. The smell of detergent made him see the soldiers kneeling on the ground and wiping the floor. The smell of gunpowder meant that someone had pushed a cannonball here. There was also the smell of blood. Someone's skin was cut open, and thick blood flowed into an unknown body. It was the smell of the nun. She was on the top floor of the turret.
Hoffa opened his eyes again. His golden pupils were covered with a faint layer of crimson. At this time, he found that the vampire, who was looking at him with hatred before, was looking at him in shock. "You are one of us!?"
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After three rounds of bombardment, the glass bottle shook on the table. The water inside hit the wall of the bottle and flickered a few times in the dark room. However, it did not cause any impact.
But inside the bottle, the sea was turbulent. The smoke of the cannonballs filled the air, and flames burned on the water. It was indescribably spectacular.
The sea that was bombarded by the cannonballs gradually calmed down. A head slowly emerged from the water. Ryan looked at the sky and breathed heavily.
In the distance, a soldier on a speedboat heard the sound of water and turned his head, calling out to his men. Several speedboats crossed each other, and the soldiers on the boats held submachine guns and fired at the surface of the sea.
Ryan raised his arm and propped up a transparent shield.
The bullets hit the shield and splashed into the water, forcing him to retreat. The immense pressure caused cracks to appear on the shield one after another.
He gritted his teeth and raised his wand. But at this time, another figure rushed out of the water. He rushed onto a speedboat like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey. The Machine Gunner on the speedboat was caught in the air and held by the neck. With a crisp crack, the neck of the unlucky soldier immediately bent 90 degrees. He screamed and blindly turned the machine gun, sweeping at the other two speedboats that passed by. The dense bullets made it impossible for the other two speedboats to dodge. They slammed into each other and burst into flames on the surface of the water.
It was Tom Riddle.
While the Machine Gunner was restrained, Ryan grabbed his wand and jumped onto the speedboat. He waved his wand and cast a spell to stun the soldier in the driver's seat.
The sound of the explosion and the flames attracted the soldiers who were searching in the distance. It was like poking a hornet's nest. Countless speedboats beeped toward Tom and Ryan.
Seeing the soldiers surrounding him from all directions, Tom immediately pointed his magic wand at the sky, his posture arrogant and fearless. A green lightning bolt as thick as an arm shot into the sky. The whole sky was dyed with a dangerous green luster.
Before Ryan could understand what he was doing, countless green light spots fell from the sky. They were silent, like green goose feathers falling from the sky. It was extremely beautiful. He was stunned by the breathtaking beauty. For a moment, he could not help but reach out to touch the green snowflakes.
But in the blink of an eye, the screams woke him up from his beautiful shock. Snowflakes fell on the heads of the soldiers. Every soldier who was touched by the snowflakes screamed on the spot. Some of them grabbed their necks, some pressed on their lower abdomens, and rolled on the ground frantically.
German shouts echoed on the surface of the sea. "Help me … Help me … Help me … Gurgle gurgle …"
The cries for help turned into chaotic whimpers. The necks of the soldiers who were chasing after them twitched violently and swelled. They grew bigger and bigger, and finally became as thick as their heads.
Then, they opened their mouths, and countless black snakes spewed out of their mouths. At the same time, their lower abdomens caved in rapidly. They lost their support and fell to the ground at a ninety-degree angle. The green snakes drilled out of their skin and wandered out of their orifices. After the snakes left their bodies, the bodies of the soldiers seemed to have been pulled out of their spines. They turned into a puddle of mud.
Some of them were still alive. Their eyes darted around desperately, trying to support themselves. But to no avail. They could only squirm like slimes.
This scene made Ryan break out in cold sweat like a waterfall. What kind of evil and terrible black magic was this?
In less than ten minutes, the speedboats that surrounded them were cleared out by the young man on the deck. The speedboats that had lost control floated and spun aimlessly on the surface of the water, their tails making gurgling sounds.
The snakes, transformed from intestines and bones, hissed and slithered through the sea, converging on the speedboat where Tom was. Tom's face was slightly pale, but his expression contained pride and joy. He raised his head and laughed three times. Then, he turned around and walked to Ryan, looking down at him from above. "Hey, Hufflepuff, what do you think of this move?"
The snakes on the surface of the sea grew larger and larger. Eventually, they surrounded the speedboat. Some of the black snakes climbed onto the boat's strings and crawled to Ryan's neck, hissing and flicking their tongues at him.
The man and the snakes were in a deadlock. They slowly coiled up, and the sharp heads of the snakes rested on the noses of the corpses. The snakes looked at Ryan with the same posture. The coldness in their yellow eyes made people feel extremely uncomfortable in the dark night. At such a close distance, Ryan could even see that there were no scales on the bodies of the snakes. There were only the lines of intestines and muscles.
He murmured, "Why do you use such pure black magic?"
"It's none of your business."
Tom's eyes were full of disdain. He stretched his neck. He said to Ryan, "I know that Bach wants to save you, but he can't. Just follow me and do whatever I say. If I'm happy, I might even let you stay in Hogwarts."
"What do you want me to do?"
Tom Riddle took out a small green plant from his chest. He licked his lips curiously. "Do you think this thing can really turn black?"
He actually secretly plucked a part of the mistletoe and put it on himself.
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