In the night, in the dark alley, murder and desire were going on 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 at him in confusion.

With darkness.

After walking far away, Hoffa was shocked by the small groups gathering in the distance. A vampire was not unusual, but he had never heard of so many appearing at the same time.

This kind of thing can be seen everywhere on the street. There were laughter, moans, and sucking sounds among them. Those crazy men swarmed into the dark corners like moths to the flame, where a group of people gathered.

Another group of vampires.

Ryan: "I said, it's not surprising that any terrible thing happens these days. Some people can turn people in a city into inferi, so naturally there are people who can infect people in a city into vampires. This place was originally designed to protect Muggles.

The safe zone was built, but it was corrupted from within."

"Who did it?"

"There is a high-level vampire living in seclusion here, using war to spread the blood plague. His true identity is still unknown, but that is my goal. I have to find 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."

Thousands of them, Hoffa gasped. In the wizarding world, vampires are not rare, and one vampire is not scary, but thousands of them still appear in Muggle cities. It can already be described as terrifying.

.

Ryan continued: "They are a highly hierarchical species. The higher the level of the vampires, the more dependents and blood servants they have. If a war breaks out, these numerous dependents can be said to be the most troublesome cannon fodder for the enemy.

Especially at night, their capabilities will be greatly enhanced, which is very scary. What's even more frightening is that their number is increasing exponentially. If they wait until they spread to other cities, it will be too late to stop them."

As they said that, they came to a huge and deserted playground, which was supposed to be the campus of a certain university. Now, it was tightly sealed with chains on all sides. There was a stone altar standing high in the center of the playground, and the air was full of smoke.

The smell of blood became stronger and stronger.

Hundreds of men gathered under the altar. Apart from their heavy and trembling breathing, they made no sound. It was surprisingly quiet.

On the altar, stood all kinds of women. They all looked well-educated. If it weren't for this environment, Hoffa would have almost thought that this was a fashion show with models catwalking. But they didn't wear anything.

Fashionable clothes, you don't even need to wear clothes.

Several men wearing golden masks stood behind them. They peeled off their clothes bit by bit, and then slowly sank their sharp teeth into their necks.

The posture is like a dance. The elegant beauty is in sharp contrast to the animality and savagery on the street.

When the women were first being sucked blood, their expressions were frightened and their bodies convulsed violently. But gradually, they twisted their bodies and instinctively hugged the man in the golden mask behind them with their backhands. Sharp fangs grew in their mouths.

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

"Why?

"People who are eaten by vampires can experience very strong pleasure, which can make people addicted. Under that kind of pleasure, many people will voluntarily fall into the trap and be sucked.

However, the premise is that you are good-looking. If there is an ugly vampire with buck teeth, a pockmarked face and a bulbous nose, will you be willing to be sucked?"

"I'll beat her to death."

Hoffa said honestly.

"Look, it's the same for all creatures. High-level vampires know the importance of appearance. They search for beautiful women everywhere, transform them into vampires, and then let them spread the blood plague. Those men with low will,

It's easy to get hooked

, were transformed into the lowest-level blood servants. They are like drug addicts, entangled in blood addiction, and will never be freed for life. They can only become minions of the blood clan." After a pause, he smiled and said: "I think, you are the one who is addicted to blood.

The friend I kidnapped must look pretty good."

"Damn it!"

Hoffa's head was pounding when he thought of Chloe. After knowing that this was a city of vampires, he regretted not waking her up decisively. Now it was better. If the nun turned into a vampire, his mission would be equal to

Just give it to you for free.

Ryan stretched out a hand: "Look, our goals are not conflicting. Only by finding out the master behind this city can you save your friends and I can complete my work. Come and help me, Huo

Law."

"I'm not trying to throw cold water on you. With so many vampires created, we may not be our opponents."

"That's right."

Ryan still stretched out his hand 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 then send a message to Hogwarts, and reinforcements will naturally come to help.

us."

"We, when did I get together with you?"

"We are from the same school. Although we are not the same college, you can't deny it. There is an unbreakable connection between us."

"Pull him down, it's so shameless."

Hoffa looked away, thinking that he and Tom Riddle were still in the same school. Is there any continuous connection between them?

Ryan was not angry. He firmly stretched out his hand in front of Hoffa. This good-tempered Hufflepuff stretched out his hand and looked extremely determined.

After hesitating for a moment, Hoffa gave in and sighed: "Don't blame me for being cold-blooded, but if you asked me to choose between friends and this city, I think I might choose friends."

"No one will force you to make that choice, why not seek common ground while reserving differences?" Ryan said immediately.

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure," the wizard replied.

Hoffa took Ryan's outstretched hand. A dim golden light flashed, entangled their arms for a week, and then disappeared.

...

...

"Is Grindelwald really coming?"

In a room filled with thick books, an old man in a gorgeous green robe asked Mance: "The sacrifice is about to begin, and I don't want anyone to interrupt it."

"Don't worry, Sir Ruthven."

Mance, who was sitting on the sofa in the corner, said casually, "Grindelwald doesn't care what you do. Even if you sacrifice all the people in Britain, he probably won't care either."

"I can accept what others say, but that guy, no one knows what is going on in that guy's mind. God knows if he will get mad and target me inexplicably."

"You think too much, Your Excellency. Just do your thing in peace."

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

"There's nothing I can do."

Mance spread his hands helplessly and smiled humbly: "Kleist wants to save his son. You tell me, why don't you go talk to Kleist and ask him if he would like to postpone it for two days. In the association

, I'm just a gangster who helps wizards."

Kleist...the old man in green robe's face became a little gloomy and impatient. He tapped the knuckles of his right hand on the mahogany table and said to himself: "Wizard...Wizard...

.Always a wizard, really abominable..."

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

"who?"

The old man in green robe restrained himself impatiently.

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

"Look what I caught, father." The man wearing the golden mask said, his tone full of taking credit.

"What, you caught that Hogwarts spy?" the old man in green robe asked impatiently.

The man in the golden mask shook his head: "I'm sorry, father, I didn't find the Hogwarts secret chess piece, but I unexpectedly found a very excellent sacrifice. Look."

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

"Let me go, I will leave on my own!" the girl said angrily, "Who are you and why did you bring me here?"

An excellent sacrifice? The old man in green robe raised his eyebrows.

Two maids in fringed robes walked out silently behind him. They stepped forward and held the struggling girl's shoulders, forcing her to raise her face.

Mance, who was sitting in the corner, looked careless at first, but after seeing the nun in black and white robes, he stood up suddenly, and the nun also saw him.

"It's you! Bastard, I knew it had something to do with you!"

Chloe screamed: "Just give up, you won't get anything from me..."

The sound stopped suddenly.

The old man in green robe pinched the nun's mouth with his intact right hand, shook her head, turned to look at Mance with a smile: "That's weird, do you know each other?"

Mance's expression returned to calmness, and he sat down slowly, "Of course, she is the target I want to catch. I didn't expect that she would fall into your hands. What a trick of fate."

"That's it..."

The old man in green robe ignored Chloe's frightened eyes. He pinched her cheek and sniffed her neck: "The church always likes to produce such pure and innocent things, as if this can demonstrate its justice and integrity.

Legal. But what’s the point of purity if it loses its filth. I think Night God will be very satisfied with this sacrifice. You have done well, my child.”

The man in the golden mask standing aside immediately bent down and bowed: "Of course, father."

"Okay, let's go down. Don't make any mistakes during the festival in three days."
To be continued...