Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

Hoffa eventually persuaded Ryan and let him follow him into the underground. Jumping through the transparent passage, they fell from the sky and landed on the spire of the Gothic building in the underground kingdom.

Looking down from the top, they could see that the city was shrouded in moonlight, without any other light source. They couldn't see what was in the shadow of the castle. The buildings in the distance can only be seen in a jagged shape against the moonlight.

However, if only relying on the sound, Hoffa could feel the excitement of this underground kingdom. There were noisy and excited whispers below, a restless dog barking, and the creaking of the carriage wheels as they rolled over the bluestone slabs.

After waiting for their eyes to get acquainted with the darkness for a while, they could see countless crowded carriages and crowded heads on the streets below the castle. As if back in time, I came to England in the nineteenth century.

Hoffa whispered secretly. To tell the truth, if he hadn't followed the vampire, he would have never imagined that there would be such a scene in the underground of this modern city.

If you are one of those blood races and want to do something shameful, you have to choose this kind of place. It's just that it can expand to this extent, I'm afraid it has been operating underground for decades. This made him worry, this vampire mound like a giant ant den could be broken by two wizards?

"It's pretty spectacular here."

Hoffa stepped on the hard shattered tiles on the dome: "If you want to send a letter to Hogwarts, you may call more people."

Ryan looked around blankly without saying a word, his face covered with numbness. There was no longer the enthusiasm and affinity that he had just met, Hoffa felt a little sorry, but he did not regret it. It is true that in the process of finding the underground lair, he used some methods, but he believed that everything was a necessary loss.

Moreover, if he encountered not Hufflepuff, but a Slytherin, such as Tom Riddle, maybe he would not think it was a problem at all, let alone be bothered by it.

As they approached the ground from a height, the barking of hounds on the street and the hissing of vampires became louder and louder. The two held their breath. When they were about 30 meters above the ground, Hoffa pushed aside the steeple castle. A shutter on the top, got in through the window. I want to enter the street from indoors.

The room is not as magnificent as I thought. It is not so much that he entered the room, it is better to say that he entered a tomb.

The external noisy sound covered by the wall, only faint coughing and gasping can be heard here, through the cobweb, Hoffa could see some figures in the dusty corner.

Those were men who had been over-absorbed. Their faces were wrinkled, their eyes were gloomy, and their deformed bodies curled up in the corners, lying there, twitching slightly.

In a deeper place, there are some moldy skeletons, which are connected by some blackened tendons, which seem to be integrated with these gloomy castles and become their stepping stones straight into the clouds.

"Look, if you come in with your lover, you might be lying here when someone from Hogwarts finds it."

Hoffa hit Ryan's shoulder, whispering sarcasm.

Ryan stepped away from him and said nothing.

"Passion is the least reliable."

Looking at the bones, Hoffa sighed in a low voice, not knowing whether he was talking to himself or talking to Ryan.

"Can you still find it?"

Ryan may have been stabbed by Hoffa's words, perhaps because he didn't want to see the scene in front of him. He left Hoffa aside and left in a hurry.

"It's quite temperamental."

Hoffa muttered behind him.

Leaving the room, they came to the streets of the Underground Kingdom. Probably all the vampires came outside, and the room seemed so deserted.

The carriages gurgled forward, and the people in the carriage poked their heads out, joking with each other, driving some dirty jokes, obviously they knew each other very well.

Hoffa and Ryan phantom followed them, leading along with the carriage. The carriage went in the same direction. That direction was in the middle of the castle complex and passed through several Gothic arch bridges. He and Ryan came. Arrived on a huge open square. For some reason, this place reminded Hoffa of the Colosseum.

After arriving in the square, a beautifully dressed woman and a handsome man in a tuxedo walked down from the car.

Each of them wears a golden mask that covers their faces, some cover half of them, and some cover all of them. This makes it difficult for Hoffa to distinguish their identities, let alone find nuns among them.

On every table, there are piles of exquisite food and colorful fruits, some of which cannot even be named.

What’s more amazing is that every few meters in the long dining table, there are some graceful beauties, lying or sitting, wearing hazy tulle, hanging strands of gold ornaments, and wearing golden masks. .

Under the endless luxury, an unknown sense of religious ritual also flows through it. This reminded Hoffa of Anker's crazy actions in the nightmare world, like a sacrifice.

"These guys..."

He was amazed at the spectacle in front of him. He had never seen such a luxurious banquet for his two lives. Compared with this feast. His oriental memory seemed extremely restrained and restrained.

Every design here is stimulating the most primitive desires in the creature's heart. After thinking about it carefully, probably only Jiuchi Roulin can describe it.

It is not necessarily correct to say that it is the wine pool.

In the center of the square, wrapped by several towering stone pillars, is a circle of pits inscribed with countless runes. Around the pit, a row of girls holding pots are holding pure gold containers and pouring bright red liquid into the pit. .

The air is filled with a strong smell of fishy sweetness. This smell is not only not offensive, but even makes people who smell it yearn for.

This is a pool of blood.

Seeing the pool of blood, Hoffa's heart picked up. There is no doubt that this is the blood collected. Has the nun been drained of blood? Where is she?

After the two hid behind the gargoyle sculpture on the top of a building, here you can have a panoramic view of the open-air blood pool right now without being spotted.

Ryan asked hoarsely, "Where are your friends?"

Faced with such a spectacle, his voice still has no fluctuations, only the taste of routine. He hasn't recovered from Hoffa's calculations and threats to him, numb like a landlord maid, accepting it.

"do not know."

Hoffa was a little uneasy: "Hey, at least you cheer up, we can't tolerate the slightest mistake now."

"I'm very excited."

He said in a calm tone.

At this time, the crowd underneath became commotion. The crowd applauded and cheered. Hoffa turned his head and saw that an old man in a gorgeous green robe slowly turned from the second floor. He stood up with a high collar and his clothes were dragged behind him. Old elders.

He was the only guy in the crowd who didn't wear a golden mask, and his face was as sharp as an eagle. The bridge of the nose is high and thin, the nostrils are deeply arched, the forehead is high and swollen, the hair is sparse, the eyebrows are thick, almost in a line above the nose, the teeth protruding the lips are sharp and white, and his lips are particularly red. , Showing an astonishing vitality that is not commensurate with his age. Also, his ears are pale and the tops are sharp. The chin is wide and strong, the cheeks are thin but firm, and the whole face is extremely pale.

"Everyone, welcome."

The old man smiled calmly and said, "Please take a seat."

"It turned out to be him, **** it!"

Ryan took a breath.

"Do you know him?" Hoffa asked.

"His name is Ruthfan, Ruthfan Polidori, born in London in 1837, and a student of Slytherin."

Ryan freed himself from the previous state and stared at the green-robed figure in the distance.

Hoffa's eyes widened and he was a Slytherin.

Ryan: "I read about him in Hogwarts, a section of school history. He was expelled from the fifth grade because he privately conducted taboo experiments in school and tempted school girls. When they lost their judgment, they didn’t. After thinking about it, he still..."

As he said that, he seemed to think of himself, and he couldn't help but hung his head in irritation, his fingers deep in his hair, tearing hard.

"Why does he turn people into vampires."

"Look at his left hand."

Hoffa's eyes focused on the green-robed old man's arm, and he saw a weird arc under his left wrist, which looked like the claws of some kind of beast.

Ryan said: "He broke his left hand. When he was expelled from Hogwarts that year, Principal Dippet not only broke his wand, but also interrupted his left hand for casting spells, which made it difficult for him on the way of magic. Get a higher achievement. Unexpectedly, he actually converted himself into a vampire. Abandoned the wizard's magic method, and instead served the **** of the night.

"What are you going to do?"

He asked Ryan.

"Write a letter," Ryan took a deep breath: "Since I have discovered his real body, I think I should report this to Hogwarts immediately and let the school teacher handle it."

But Hoffa remained motionless.

Ryan got up: "I'm going to find Jasmine, find a quiet place to write a letter, contact the school, are you coming together?"

Hoffa shook his head: "Go by yourself, you find my friend."

"Don't do it yourself. When I go out and send a letter, the school will send someone over soon."

"I won't, don't worry."

Hoffa said, his eyes swept around in the banquet hall, hoping to find 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 deliver the letter?"

"You are on our side, right."

He asked uncertainly, "You won't join Germany anymore."

"Did you suffer from delusion during persecution?" Hoffa laughed angrily. "Take care of yourself."

Ryan disillusioned.

Not long after he left, the banquet was announced. The men and women wearing golden masks sat on the table one after another. At this time, the old man in the green robe raised his arm and said enthusiastically: "Now, let me introduce, on the night of my resurrection, the friends who came to the ceremony are from Germany. Representing countless imperial wizards’ associations, Athos Kleist!!"

Along with the applause, another group of people came from a distance. They didn't wear masks, they just wore red robes. With a touch of boredom and impatience on his face, they walked straight to one of the first seats at the table, and no one looked.

Hoffa felt that Kleist's surname was a bit familiar, and after thinking about it, he thought of the wizard Anker he had met in the world of nightmares, and his surname was Klester. Aldor once told him that the Anker family is very powerful, and now it seems that it is so.

"And on behalf of the Muggle military, Colonel Muller Mans."

Lu Sifan waved his hand again, and walked in from the side door a man in a Muggle uniform, tall and thin, and full of energy. As soon as he came in, he raised his hand enthusiastically and greeted people from all directions, in sharp contrast with the cold red robe wizard on the side.

Seeing Mans coming in, Hoffa's heart beat faster. Damn, this guy is there too! Since he is here, Chloe must be nearby.

Seated.

In the center of the banquet hall, Lu Sifan looked solemn. He slowly took off his green robe, revealing his shriveled and naked body. At this moment, in the sky, a huge moon was shining very much. The moonlight shone on the blood pool, and the blood in the blood pool boiled, and the blood was completely diffused in the air.

Lu Sifan walked towards the blood pool step by step, every step he took. His body became less human, sharp teeth grew out of his mouth, his knuckles were like hooks, his back became more and more arched, and on his back, two thin wings gradually formed. Membrane, which makes him look like a big bat.

The scarlet appeared in the moonlight. Soon, it dyed the entire moon into scarlet color like a permeating blood.

Lu Sifan walked to the side of the blood pond and swept a bunch of withered roses through the blood pond. When the rose entered the blood pond, it was a dry fragment, but when it was picked up, it turned into a bright flower. Incomparable twigs.

"After so many years, I can finally get free."

He threw away the flowers. Sighed, ready to jump into the blood pool.

"Wait a moment."

However, at this moment, a calm cry came from the long table.

Lu Sifan was unhappy and turned his head to look ferociously.

At the circular dining table, Muller Mans, wearing a Muggle uniform, stood up, saw him raise his glass, and said seriously:

"Although Lord Grindelwald has not yet come, this is an epic moment after all. I suggest that at this moment, we raise our glasses and celebrate, the great Sir Rusvan Polidori, the indomitable wizard, the future prince of blood. ."

When someone initiates such a request, naturally no one rejects it disappointingly. Everyone here stood up, whether they were wearing black robes, red robes, or golden masks, they all stood up and raised their wine glasses.

Qi Qi said: "The great Sir Rusvan Polidori, the indomitable wizard, the future prince of blood!!"

"Hahaha."

The discomfort on Lu Sifan's face was wiped out, and he looked at Mans with satisfaction, "Okay, it's rare that you have this kind of intention."

As soon as he stretched out his hand, the girl holding the pot in the distance immediately stepped forward and poured him a full glass of blood-red wine.

"I have been dormant for too long since I was tried by Wissengamer. From now on, I will pull out my sharp fangs. This country, and even this continent, will be what you and I have in your pocket. !" He said boldly: "Rise, just today!"

"Just today!!"

The vampire wearing the golden mask screamed feverishly and drank the contents of the cup.

Red-robed Klester looked impatient, his eyes were deeply disdainful. He didn't want to shout a slogan behind those people at all, but out of politeness, he still raised the cup reluctantly and sipped it. A bite.

After drinking a glass of wine, Lu Sifan threw away the glass and looked at the blood pool in front of him madly: "God of the dark night, witness this moment!"

The blood pool in front of him exudes a dazzling light, as if dyeing the whole world bright red. The red color grew bigger and bigger, eventually occupying his entire field of vision.

He felt something was wrong, so he touched his eyes and started with a damp hand, which was also damp and red.

"how......?"

Lu Sifan was top-heavy, less than three steps in front of the blood pool, he fell to the ground with a plop. There was a close contact with the ground with a firm face, and then he tried to get up, but fell to the ground again. This time, the changes in his body gradually disappeared, returning to his normal appearance.

"father...!!"

This embarrassing appearance made several men wearing golden masks want to step forward to help him, but when they just stood up, they fell to the ground with a thump. There was a loud noise on the table, and the scene was extremely chaotic for a while.