247 Chapter 47, Night of Chaos

Hoffa finally convinced Ryan to let him follow him underground. Leaping through transparent passages, they fell from the sky and landed on the spires of the Gothic buildings of the subterranean kingdom.

Looking down from above, they could see that the city was shrouded in moonlight, and there was no other light source. They could not see clearly what was shrouded in the shadow of the castle. Only the buildings in the distance can be seen in a jagged shape against the backdrop of the moonlight.

However, if only relying on the sound, Hoffa can feel the excitement of this underground kingdom. There are noisy and excited whispers below, manic dogs barking, and the creaking sound of the carriage wheels rolling over the bluestone slabs.

After their eyes got used to the darkness for a while, they could see countless crowded carriages and crowds of people on the street below the castle. It's like stepping back in time and coming to Britain in the nineteenth century.

Hoffa snapped to himself. To be honest, if he hadn't followed the vampire, he would never have imagined that there would be such a scene underground in this modern city.

If he was one of those blood clans and wanted to do some shady things, he had 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 unavoidably worried. Could this Vampire's Tomb, which looked like a giant anthill, be broken by just two wizards?

"It's pretty spectacular here."

Hoffa stepped on the hard broken 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, with numbness written all over his face. There is no longer the enthusiasm and kindness of the first meeting. Hoffa felt a little sorry, but he didn't regret it. It is true that in the process of finding the underground lair, he used some means, but he believed that all of them were necessary losses.

Moreover, if what he met was not Hufflepuff, but a Slytherin, such as Tom Riddle, maybe he wouldn't think it was a thing at all, let alone be troubled by it.

As they approached the ground from a height, the barking of hounds and the hissing of vampires on the street became louder and louder. The two held their breath. When they were about thirty meters above the ground, Hoffa pushed away the spiers of the castle. A louvered window was drilled through the window. Want to enter the street from the interior.

The interior was not as magnificent as he had imagined. Rather than saying that he entered the interior, it would be better to say that he entered a tomb.

Outside the noisy sound covered by the wall, only faint coughing and panting can be heard here. Through the spider web, Hoffa can see some figures in the dusty corner.

They were some overfed men with wrinkled faces, gray eyes, and deformed bodies curled up in the corners, crouching there, twitching slightly.

And in a deeper place, there are some moldy skeletons lying together, they are connected by some blackened tendons, as if blending with these gloomy castles, becoming a stepping stone for it to go straight into the clouds.

"Look, if you come in with your lover, you might be lying here by the time Hogwarts finds you."

Hoffa bumped Ryan on the shoulder, muttering sarcasm.

Ryan moved away from him and said nothing.

"Passion is the most unreliable thing."

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

"Are you still looking for it?"

Ryan may be hurt by Hoffa's words, or maybe he doesn't want to see the scene in front of him. He left Hoffa alone and left in a hurry

"He still has a big temper."

Hoffa murmured after him.

Leaving the room, they came to the streets of the underground kingdom. Probably because all the vampires came outside, the room looked so deserted.

The carriages drove forward one after another, and the people in the carriages poked their heads out, joking with each other, making some nasty jokes, obviously they knew each other very well.

Hoffa and Ryan followed behind them in phantom, and followed the carriage. The carriages all went in one direction. That direction was in the center of the castle complex, passing through several Gothic arch bridges. He and Ryan came Arrived on a huge open-air square. For some reason, the place reminded Hoffa of the Colosseum.

After arriving at the square, a well-dressed woman and a handsome man in a tuxedo stepped out of the car.

Each of them wore a golden mask that covered their faces, some half-covered, others completely covered. This made it difficult for Hoffa to identify them, let alone find the nun among them.

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

What is even more astonishing is that in the long dining table, there are some elegant beauties every few meters, lying or sitting, they are dressed in hazy tulle, with strands of gold ornaments hanging on their bodies, wearing gold masks .

Under the endless luxury, some unknown sense of religious ceremony also flows in it. This made Hoffa think 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 in two lifetimes. Compared with this feast. His oriental memory is extremely restrained and restrained.

Every design here stimulates the most primitive desire in the creature's heart. If you think about it carefully, probably only Jiuchi Roulin can describe it.

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

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

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

This is a pool of blood.

Seeing the pool of blood, Hoffa's heart twitched. There was no doubt that this was the blood that had been collected. Could it be that the nun had been drained of blood? Where was she?

The two hid behind a gargoyle sculpture on the top of a building, where they could have a panoramic view of the open-air blood pool without being discovered.

Ryan asked hoarsely, "Where's your friend?"

Faced with such a spectacle, his voice remained unmoved, just like a routine. He hasn't recovered from Hoffa's calculations and threats, he is as numb as a landlord's servant girl, submissive.

"have no idea."

Hoffa was a little uneasy: "Hey, you should cheer up, we can't tolerate any mistakes now."

"I'm cheered up."

He said in a tone of no cheer.

At this time, the crowd below was commotion, and the crowd applauded and cheered. Hoffa turned his head and saw an old man in a gorgeous green robe slowly turned down from the second floor. He had a high collar and his clothes were trailing behind him. The old elders are long.

He was the only guy in the crowd not wearing the golden mask, his face was as sharp as a hawk. The bridge of the nose is high and thin, the nostrils are deeply arched, the forehead is high and protruding, the hair is sparse, the eyebrows are very thick, almost forming a line above the nose, the teeth on his protruding lips are sharp and white, and his lips are particularly red , showing an astonishing vigor not commensurate with his age. Also, his ears are pale and pointy at the top. The jaw was broad and powerful, the cheeks were thin but resolute, and the whole face was extremely pale.

"Everyone, welcome."

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

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

Ryan gasped.

"You know him?" Hoffa asked.

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

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

Hoffa's eyes widened. It was a Slytherin.

Ryan: "I read about him in Hogwarts, a piece of school history, he was expelled in the fifth grade because he conducted forbidden experiments in the school privately, and seduced the girls in the school, when they lost their judgment, no After thinking about it, he still "

As he spoke, he seemed to think of himself, and he couldn't help lowering his head angrily, digging his fingers deep into his hair, and tearing vigorously.

"Why did he turn people into vampires?"

"Look at his left hand."

Hoffa's eyes focused on the arm of the old man in green robe, and he saw a strange arc below the wrist of his left hand, which looked like the claws of some kind of wild beast.

Ryan said: "The left hand was broken. When he was expelled from Hogwarts, Principal Dippet not only broke his wand, but also broke his left hand for casting spells, which made it difficult for him to do magic. To get higher achievements. Unexpectedly, he actually transformed himself into a vampire. He gave up the wizard's way of casting spells and turned to serve the God of Darkness.

"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 immediately report this matter to Hogwarts and let the school's teachers handle it."

But Hoffa didn't move.

Ryan got up: "I'm going to find Jasmine, find a secluded place to write a letter, and contact the school, will you come with me?"

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

"Don't act on your own. When I go out to post a letter, the school will send someone over soon."

"I won't, you can go at ease."

Hoffa said his eyes scanned the ballroom, hoping to find the nun, but found nothing.

Ryan looked at Hoffa in disbelief, and didn't leave for a long time.

"Aren't you going to deliver a letter?"

"You are on our side."

He asked with some uncertainty, "You won't join Germany, will you?"

"Did you become delusional due to persecution?" Hoffa laughed angrily: "Take care of yourself."

Ryan disappeared.

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

Accompanied by applause, another group of people came from a distance. They didn't wear masks, but they were wearing red robes. With a slight boredom and impatience on his face, he went straight to one of the first seats at the table without looking at anyone.

Hoffa felt that Kleist's surname was a bit familiar, and after thinking about it for a while, he thought of the wizard Anker he met in the nightmare world, and his surname was also Kleist. Aldo once told him that the Anker family is very powerful, and now it seems that it is true.

"And on behalf of the Muggle military, Colonel Mueller Mance."

Rusfan in the green robe waved again, and a man in Muggle military uniform walked in from the side door. He was tall, thin and energetic. As soon as he came in, he enthusiastically raised his hand and greeted people from all directions, in stark contrast to the ice-cold red-robed wizard.

Seeing Mance come in, Hoffa's heart beat faster. Damn, this guy is there too! Since he was there, Chloe must be nearby.

We are 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 is shining very brightly. The moonlight shone on the blood pool, and the blood in the blood pool unexpectedly boiled, and the smell of blood completely permeated the air.

Lu Sifan walked towards the blood pool step by step, every step he took. His body became less and 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 differentiated Membrane, which makes him look like a big bat.

Scarlet color appeared in the moonlight, and soon, it was like the pervasive blood, dyeing the entire moon in scarlet color.

Lu Sifan walked to the blood pool, and passed a bunch of withered roses through the blood pool. When the rose entered the blood pool, 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 be free."

He throws away flowers. Sighing, ready to jump into the pool of blood.

"Wait a moment."

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

Lu Sifan showed displeasure, and turned his head ferociously.

On the circular dining table, Muller Mance, who was wearing a Muggle military uniform, stood up. He raised his glass and said seriously:

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

If someone initiates such a request, naturally no one will reject it in disappointment. Everyone present stood up, whether they were wearing black robes, red robes, or gold masks, they all stood up and raised their wine glasses.

Qi Qi said: "The great Sir Rusfan Boli Daoli, the indomitable wizard, the future blood prince!!"

"Hahaha."

The displeasure on Lu Sifan's face was swept away, and he looked at Mance with satisfaction, "Okay, it's rare that you have such an intention."

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

"Since I was tried by the Wizengamot, I have been dormant for too long. From now on, I will pull out my sharp fangs. This country, and even this continent, will be yours and mine at that time !" He said boldly: "Rise, today!"

"Just today!!"

The vampire in the golden mask shouted frantically and drank the contents of the cup.

Kleist in the red robe looked impatient, with deep disdain in his eyes, he didn't want to follow those people and shout a few slogans, but out of politeness, he still reluctantly raised his glass and took a sip. a mouthful.

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

The pool of blood in front of him exuded a dense light, as if it had dyed the whole world bright red. The red became bigger and bigger, and finally occupied his entire field of vision.

He felt that something was wrong, so he touched his eyes, and his hands were moist, and the wetness was also red.

"how?"

Lu Sifan was top-heavy, less than three steps away from the blood pool, he fell to the ground with a plop. His face made an intimate contact with the ground, and then, he wanted to get up, but fell to the ground again. This time, the changes in his body gradually disappeared, and he returned to a normal person.

"Father.!!"

This embarrassing appearance made several men wearing golden masks want to step forward to help him, but the moment he just stood up, he also fell to the ground with a plop. There was a chaotic clang on the table, and the scene was extremely chaotic for a while.