Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

In the darkness, in the dark alleys, murder and desire were happening at the same time. When Hoffa and Ryan passed by them, the female vampire seemed to feel something. She put away her sharp canine teeth and looked confused. In the darkness.

After walking away, the small groups that gathered together in the distance where Hoffa was in shock, a vampire was not uncommon, but it was unheard of that so many appeared at the same time.

This kind of thing can be seen everywhere on the street. There was laughter, groans, and sucking between them. Those crazy men surged like moths to the dark corner one by one, where groups of vampires gathered one after another.

Ryan: "I said that it's not surprising what terrible things happen these days. Someone can make a city of people into corpses, and naturally someone can infect all people in a city into vampires. It was meant to protect Muggles. The safety zone was built, but it was corrupted from the inside."

"Who did it?"

"There is a high-level blood family living in seclusion here, using the war to spread the plague of blood. His true identity is still unknown, but that is my goal. I have to get him out, otherwise the whole city will be doomed."

"How many vampires are there now?"

"Thousands." Ryan paused and smiled bitterly: "But this is still a conservative estimate."

There were thousands of them, and Hoffa took a breath. In the wizarding world, vampires are not uncommon, and a vampire is not terrible, but thousands of them still appear in Muggle cities. It can already be described as horror.

Ryan went on to say: "They are highly-ranked species. The higher the level of blood clan means that there are more family members and blood servants. If there is a war, these vast family members can be said to be the most troublesome cannon fodder for the enemy. Especially at night, their ability will be greatly improved, which is very scary. What's more frightening is that their number is increasing exponentially. If they wait for them to spread to other cities, it will be too late to stop them."

With that, they came to a huge and deserted playground, which was supposed to be the campus of a certain university. Now, it is firmly sealed by chains on all sides, and a stone altar stands high in the middle of the playground, and the smell of blood in the air has become more and more intense.

Hundreds of men gathered under the altar. Except for heavy trembling breathing, they made no sound and were surprisingly quiet.

On the altar, all kinds of women stood. The looks are all from the top, if not in this environment, Hoffa would almost think that this is the scene of a fashion show where a model catwalks. But they didn't wear any fashionable clothes, and they didn't even need to wear clothes.

Several men in golden masks stood behind them. Peel off their clothes a little bit, and then slowly sink their sharp teeth into their necks.

The posture is like dancing. The elegant beauty contrasts sharply with the animalism and barbarism on the street.

When the women were first sucked blood, their expressions were horrified, and their bodies violently convulsed, but gradually, they twisted their bodies and instinctively backhanded the man with the golden mask behind them. Sharp fangs grew from the mouth.

"It's a shame that so many good girls have been turned into vampires." In the corner, Ryan whispered to Hoffa's ear: "These high-level vampires are only interested in beautiful girls."

"why?

"People who are eaten by vampires can experience a very strong pleasure, which can be addictive. Under that pleasure, many people will voluntarily sink into being smoked.

However, the premise is to look good. If there is an ugly vampire with buck-toothed face and garlic-to-nosed nose, would you be smoked willingly? "

"I will kill her."

Hoffa said honestly.

"Look, all creatures are the same. High-ranking blood races know the importance of beauty. They search for beautiful women, transform them into vampires, and then let them spread the plague of blood, men with low will, It's easy to get the bait and be transformed into the lowest rank blood servants. They are like addicts, who are entangled in blood addiction, and they will never get rid of them for the rest of their lives. They can only become the minions of the blood race." After a pause, he laughed: "I Think, your friend who was taken away should look good."

"Damn it!"

Hoffa's head grew big when he thought of Chloe. After knowing that this was the city of vampires, he regretted not waking her decisively. It's better now, if this turns the nun into a vampire, this mission will be for nothing.

Ryan stretched out a hand: "Look, our goals are not in conflict. You can save your friends only if you find the master behind the city, and I can complete my work. Come and help me, Huo law."

"It's not that you can create so many vampires by pouring you cold water. We may not be opponents."

"Yes."

Ryan still stretched out his hands and said calmly: "But we have Hogwarts behind us, and I have Jasmine. We don't need to defeat him, we just need to find him and send a letter to Hogwarts. There will naturally be reinforcements to help. we."

"We, when did I join you?"

"We are a school, although not a college, but you can't deny it. There is an unbreakable connection between us."

"Pull it down, shameless."

Hoffa turned his head away, thinking that he and Tom Riddle are still in the same school. Is there any constant connection between them?

Ryan was not angry, he held his hand firmly in front of Hoffa, and the good-tempered Hufflepuff stretched out his hand, looking very firm.

After hesitating for a while, Hoffa became soft, and he sighed: "Don't blame me for being cold-blooded, but if you want me to choose between a friend and this city, I think I might choose a friend."

"No one will force you to make that choice, wouldn't it work to seek common ground while reserving differences?" Ryan said immediately.

"you sure?"

"I'm sure," the wizard replied.

Hoffa took Ryan's outstretched hand. The dim golden light flashed, and disappeared invisible after wrapping around their arms for a week.

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"Grindelwald is really coming?"

In the room full of thick books, an old man in a gorgeous green robe asked Mans: "The sacrifice is about to begin. I don't want anyone to interrupt it."

"Don't worry, Sir Rusfan."

Mans on the corner sofa said casually, "Grindelwald doesn't care what you do. Even if you take all the people of Britain to worship, he probably won't care."

"I can accept other people's words like this, but no one knows what that guy, that guy is thinking. God knows if he will get nervous and target me inexplicably."

"You think too much, sir, do your thing with peace of mind."

"It can't be two days later. When I finish this ceremony and become a real blood relative, it doesn't matter who comes."

"I can't help it."

Mans stretched out his hands helplessly, smiling very humblely: "Klester wants to save his son, you might as well talk to Klester if you want to save his son, and ask him if he wants to postpone it for two days. In the Association , I'm just a **** who lays hands with wizards."

Klester... the old man in the green robe looked a little gloomy and impatient. He tapped the mahogany table top with his right finger knuckle, and said to himself: "Witcher...witcher...always a wizard, it's really damn..."

At this time, there was a polite knock on the door.

"Who?"

The old man in the green robe was impatient.

The door was pushed open, and a tall man walked in. He was wearing a golden mask on his face, and behind him was holding a young girl with his hands tied.

"Look at what I caught, father," said the man in the golden mask, his tone full of inviting credit.

"Why, did you catch the Hogwarts spies?" the green-robed old man asked impatiently.

The man with the golden mask shook his head: "I'm sorry, father, I didn't find the dark game of Hogwarts, but I found a very good sacrifice by accident, you see."

As he said, he pushed the girl who was dragging behind him forward.

"Let go of me, I will go by myself!" The girl angrily said, "Who are you, why are you bringing me here?"

Excellent sacrifice? The old man in Lupao raised his brows.

Behind him silently walked out two maids in tassel robes, they stepped forward, and put the struggling girl's shoulders on the left and right, forcibly raising her face.

Mans, who was sitting in the corner, was still indifferent, but after seeing the nun in black and white robes, he stood up abruptly, and the nun also saw him.

"It's you! Asshole, I know I can't get rid of you!"

Chloe screamed: "You give up, from me, you have nothing to do..."

The sound stopped abruptly.

The green-robed old man squeezed the nun's mouth with his full right hand, shook her head, and turned to look at Mans with a smile: "It's weird, you know?"

Mans's expression returned to plainness, and he sat down slowly, "Of course, she is the target I want to catch. I didn't expect to fall into your hands. It's really good fortune."

"That's it..."

The green-robed old man ignored Chloe’s horrified eyes. He pinched her cheek and sniffed her neck: "The church always likes to make such innocent things, as if it can show its justice and justice. It's legal. But what's the point of purity if it loses its filth. I think the Night God will be very satisfied with this sacrifice. You did a good job, my child."

The man with the golden mask standing aside immediately bent over and bowed: "As it should be, father."

"Okay, let's go down, don't make any mistakes in the ceremony three days later."

The masked man with two maids in fringed robes slowly stepped back. In the study, only the nun, the green robe, and Mans were left.

The green robe loosened Chloe's mouth and shook her finger slightly. The nun's mouth and arms were instantly locked by an invisible spell, and she could neither make a sound nor make any movements.

"How can you thank me, Mans." The green robe looked at the man on the sofa.

"How do you want me to thank you?" Mans asked.

"Don't let Grindelwald come over, take this nun, and go back to your Berlin." He fixed Mansdao's eyes firmly, "You complete your mission, and I complete my sacrifice."

Mans smiled, looked away from Chloe, and shook his head: "I said, you have to talk to Klester about this, I can't be the master."

The green robe pointed at Chloe: "Why, she is not important to you?"

"Not as important as you think. Even if you turn her into a vampire, I won't blink."

Chloe was struggling in horror, and the old man's face in the green robe was completely gloomy. He looked at Mans in a gloomy manner, and his right finger knuckle kept tapping on the desktop.

"Well, I have a proposal." Mans said with a smile.

"you said."

"Have you ever thought of having a banquet."

"Banquet, what do you mean?"

"Since three days later is a very important sacrifice for you, it is also the day when Grindelwald visits, and it may also be the day when Anker is resurrected. At such an important time, don't you plan to hold a banquet?"

"Why should I entertain someone I don't welcome at all," the green robe old man said coldly. "You, Grindelwald, Kleist, I don't welcome them, at least I don't welcome them now."

"Because of this, I can invite Grindelwald in the name of watching the ceremony. If Grindelwald comes and comes as a banquet, then he will definitely not do anything excessive to you, maybe , He can also check for you to prevent the Ministry of Magic or people with ulterior motives from infiltrating in, are you right?"

"How is it possible," the green-robed old man sneered: "I haven't heard of any parties Grindelwald has attended when I am so old. He is only interested in death, when I don't know?"

"Then you have to drive even more, at least, do a superficial job to show Kleist. If Grindelwald is not interested in your sacrifice, then he will not come. I also have an excuse to preclude the strong Klein. Mr. Lester."

"What a prevarication, he can't save his son, he will definitely kill you." The old man in the green robe sneered.

"That also prevents his anger from spreading to you, right, after all, you don't reach out to hit the smiley person. You prepared a banquet and treat him politely. Even if he kills me, he won't do anything to you."

"What can he do to me!" The old man suddenly changed his expression, he patted the table and stood up, "As long as I finish the ritual..."

"You haven't finished yet after all." Mans pointed to the old man's left hand bent into a strange arc, "There are three days left before the full moon night."

The old man jerked his severed hand into his sleeve. "You don't need to remind me, Muggle!" he said viciously.

Mans just smiled and said nothing,

The old man's expression in the green robe changed a few times. In the end, he gritted his teeth bitterly and sat down.

"Look," Mans opened his hand, "If you want me to say, you'd better have a banquet and invite Kleister to the ceremony."

"Why are you thinking about me so wholeheartedly?" The old man said quizzically, "I don't believe that your conscience has discovered that you want to save me, a believer in the night god."

"Of course not." Mans sighed, "I also have to consider a way out for myself, don't I, if Grindelwald does not come, Kleist kills me furiously, I think you should be able to Turn my corpse into a vampire."

"Huh!"

The old man laughed out loud, his face looked pretty good, he sat on the chair with Erlang's legs tilted, and looked at Mans with interest. He smiled: "You little Muggle is a little clever, no wonder Grindelwald wants to let him You help him. Why, do you want to be my son?"

"If you can survive, it's okay to be a grandson. I should be about the same age as your grandson, if you have a grandson."

"Hahahahaha..."

The old man laughed loudly, and after laughing, he said happily: "Then you first call my father to listen to it. If it goes well, I can consider reincarnation of you in case Kleist kills you."

Mans knelt on one knee, "As you wish, father."

In the distance, Chloe was standing in the corner with her mouth sealed. She watched the strange scene in front of her and couldn't make any sound. Mans's actions made her nauseous, she couldn't believe that someone could be so shameless. In addition to what happened in the past, her hatred of Mans came to its peak. But just as Mans was kneeling, he actually took the time to smile and wink at her.

The old man in the green robe didn't think there was anything wrong, he laughed loudly, laughing more freely than ever.

"Yes, I promise you." He said boldly: "It's just a banquet, I won't let you down."

Mans stretched out his hand: "Then, after three days, it's all up to you."

"A word is settled." The old man took his hand.

"A word is a deal."