Chapter 250: 50, Slytherin

Ryan climbed out of the subway station, and the owl was standing on the signboard of the station at the moment, with its head twisted at 180 degrees, holding a dead mouse in its mouth, looking at him.

Thirty meters away, on the broken ground, stood a man-high iron cocoon, which was left behind after the battle between Hoffa and Ji Liya, where the female vampire who had had a tender moment with him was imprisoned.

Ryan subconsciously took two steps towards the iron cocoon, and then he turned around again, hurried to his owl, took out a roll of sheepskin from his chest, wrote a message on the paper, and tied the letter on the on the owl's leg.

"Hurry up, Jasmine, send the letter to Hogwarts, let Headmaster Hursley send someone over, you must hurry up, understand?"

The owl turned its head back, threw away the food in its mouth, flapped its wings, and flew into the air.

Ryan, on the other hand, raised his wand and drew several complicated movements in the air. Accompanied by violent fluctuations of magic power and a soft crackle, his owl hit the spell in the air head-on and disappeared into the air. Several brown bird feathers slowly fell from the air.

After finishing all this, he breathed a long sigh of relief, and then walked quickly to the iron cocoon that was one person tall, and began to study it carefully.

There is no doubt that this is the most skilled transformation technique he has ever seen, not one of them. In just an instant, that Ravenclaw classmate changed the structure and properties of matter, and directly created a cage on the spot, sealing Kelia firmly in it.

Without spells, without the process of casting spells, just relying on his own mental force field, he wasn't sure who else in the school could do this, maybe the teacher in the Transfiguration class couldn't do it either.

"Is that why you left Hogwarts?"

Ryan smiled wryly, and he kept tapping the seamless iron cocoon with his wand, trying to find a flaw in it so that he could rescue the seriously injured vampire locked in it.

But no matter how he tried, how he used to break the spell, the iron cocoon stood firmly in place like an eternal iceberg, and the lines of the palms that were tightly interlocked made Ryan despair.

After smashing this thing for ten minutes, Ryan gave up the idea of ​​using magic to open it. He put his ear on it, but it didn't hear any sound. This toy is as quiet as a solid iron ball.

Although in the dungeon, he once again saw the brutality of vampires, the human beings who were sucked into scum, and the innocent girls who were put on the dinner plate and were eager to kill. But worry grew in Ryan's heart irresistibly. Will she die? If not dead, maybe there is still a chance to correct evil and return to righteousness.

Thinking of this, he found a rusted crowbar from the garbage dump in the distance, and tried to use the Muggle method to open the solid cocoon.

Taking a deep breath, he tentatively moved the tip of the crowbar

Use a little force.

With just a click, the entire iron cocoon suddenly turned into fragments, turning back into dust and gravel. A mass of gray thing rolled out of the iron cocoon and fell to the ground, twitching slightly.

At this moment, Ryan himself was stunned. To be honest, he didn't have much hope at all. The same shattered into slag.

No matter how you think about it, it is wrong. Even if it is a general transformation spell, before the shapeshifter can lift it, unless a higher-level shapeshifter comes over, or the caster dies or the mana is exhausted, there will be no room for unlocking it at all.

In both cases, Ryan felt that it was impossible. His attainment in Transfiguration was far inferior to that of Hoffa, but Ryan felt that it was impossible to say that the guy died or his mana was exhausted.

Thinking of the way that guy dug himself a hole without making a fuss, he felt that even if he died three times, that guy might not die.

But these thoughts just flashed through his mind, and soon his attention was all attracted by the unconscious vampire on the ground.

He turned over the pile of creatures on the ground, and the appearance of the vampire lying on the ground was quite different from before. She was no longer pale and beautiful, but gray and shriveled, with protruding joints, like a fifty-year-old woman who was extremely malnourished.

Ryan's hand trembled, he couldn't dare that this guy was the beauty who fascinated him a few hours ago, the change was so great that he couldn't accept it for a while.

The vampire wasn't dead yet. After seeing Ryan, she rolled over with all her strength, and stared at him without blinking her emaciated and protruding eyes.

"Blood"

The skinny vampire said hoarsely. She looked at Ryan's neck and tried to prop herself up from the ground, but she couldn't.

"Blood" she lay on the ground and could only utter this one syllable.

After calming down, Ryan sat down on his knees again. He was a little scared, as if his dream had vanished and his life had lost its pretense. After the clear river dries up, the dry and dilapidated riverbed behind it is exposed.

"are you OK."

He asked, and after asking, he felt that he had asked a nonsense question, how could she describe her appearance well.

"Blood"

The vampire looked at him, his voice getting lower and lower.

"Are you lying to me? Those words probably just wanted to lure me to the ground." Ryan said to himself, he stretched out his hand and touched the dry and ugly vampire's forehead. Sandpaper is generally rough.

"I went down to see it. No matter what, I will not forgive you. However, I also said that I will send you to the Wizengamot alive for trial. I will not break my promise."

As he spoke, the wand turned into a sharp dagger in his hand.

A cold light flashed.

A smear of red dripped from his palm, and landed on the withered face of the vampire on the ground. Its waist seemed to be spring-loaded, and it suddenly stretched downwards, opening its dry mouth full of fangs.

Blood fell into her mouth drop by drop, and her body rapidly swelled up like resin that absorbed water. At the same time, Ryan's face also turned pale due to blood loss.

After ten breaths, the shriveled old woman on the ground turned into a skinny young woman about thirty years old due to the nourishment of blood. Although she was not as beautiful as the first time they met, she still had the charm and smell of decayed willows. Her chest still bears the wound from Hoffa's heavy punch, but she is no longer dead.

crackling.

crackling.

crackling.

Three soft beeps, accompanied by violent fluctuations in magic power.

Puffs of black smoke dissipated in the air.

Ryan, who was feeding blood, immediately held his palms and stood up. A sorrel owl hovered over his shoulder, flapped its wings, and pecked his ear.

In the darkness, several figures in dark green suits slowly walked out. They were all about the same age as him. There is no difference between the dressed and ordinary office worker Muggles on the street.

After seeing the person coming, Ryan heaved a sigh of relief, and put his hands behind his back: "Why are you here?"

"Why can't it be us."

A blond boy who was the leader of the group raised the note in his hand, "Since it is Slytherin's traitor, it is natural for us Slytherin to deal with it."

"I thought my letter was delivered to Professor Hursley."

"Hufflepuffs and Gryffindors are all going to Birmingham to assist the Gryffindors. Now we are in charge of the coastal areas." The blond Slytherin narrated in a steady tone, with The indescribable alienation and indifference.

"I see. What about Professor Slughorn? Why isn't he here?"

"He's in charge of making potions at the camp, so it's not convenient to see you for the time being."

The boy's expression became a little impatient: "Hurry up, you were not in a hurry in the letter, but why did you come here and hesitate, what happened, take us there quickly.

"No, you can't do it, it's dangerous down here, if there is no adult wizard leading the team, I won't worry."

The faces of the Slytherins in front of them collapsed, looking very unhappy.

"It's really rare that a Hufflepuff is questioning the strength of our Slytherins. As far as I know, you haven't won the House Cup for four or five years."

Someone said so, and the Slytherins at the front parted with respect, revealing the guy behind who was speaking.

The boy had black hair and black eyes, shoulder-length hair, fine and pale skin, and slightly protruding cheekbones, probably because of his thin body. He wore a slim Muggle suit and was well built. The slender fingers are like a pianist, and while holding the wand, there is also an ancient black ring on the door. And around his neck, the green and black scarf embroidered with black snakes made him look very noble and handsome.

He walked out of the crowd with his wand in hand, and came to Ryan with a warm smile on his face, but Ryan felt the pressure on his face.

He knew the guy in front of him, the new prefect of Slytherin, the most famous Hogwarts student in recent years, Tom Marvolo Riddle.

"Even you can't do it." Ryan said: "You don't know the situation below, it's very dangerous there, we must have adult wizards come over."

Tom Riddle ignored Ryan's suggestion, but walked around him three times, his eyes drifting back and forth between him and the female vampire, he felt hairy and uncomfortable being looked at by this guy.

"Nocturnal creatures? Werewolves, vampires? Or something else?"

Tom stood still, pointing at the woman next to Ryan.

Ryan couldn't help standing up straight. "Vampire," he said.

The boy in front of him has a very high reputation in Slytherin. Although he is two years lower than himself, he knows that he is not his opponent.

In the duel club run by the school, this boy defeated all the students who challenged him, including many long-established masters and geniuses in the sixth and seventh grades. It is said that his ability could have graduated to the Department of Legal Enforcement of the Ministry of Magic or the underworld a long time ago. A job or internship at the Department of Defense of Magic, but he hadn't chosen to.

Tom Riddle: "From Bournemouth?"

"Yes, there are still many things to wait. She was seriously injured, can you treat her first?"

"Who hurt her, was it you?"

He bent down, touched his chin, and leaned over the vampire's chest with great interest, where the sunken scar was far from healed.

Ryan could feel that Slytherin's new prefect didn't take him seriously. He took a step forward and protected Ji Liya behind him.

"This has nothing to do with this matter, Riddle, I need her alive, she is an important witness in this incident, she can provide us with a lot of useful information."

"That's it"

Tom Riddle shifted his eyes to Ryan's face for the first time.

This look made him shiver, what kind of look is this? It's like the eyes of a poisonous snake staring at its prey, without any warmth in it.

"Tara."

The head of the Snake Academy turned around and called out.

"I am here."

A Slytherin girl with long braids stepped out.

"Send this important lady vampire to the camp and take good care of it." He said in a slightly magnetic voice.

"Okay." The gentle-looking Slytherin girl stepped forward, and slowly but irresistibly pulled Kelia away from Ryan's arms.

Ryan was slightly relieved that the Slytherin prefect was more talkative than he seemed. However, this good feeling lasted only for a moment.

"Also, send this Hufflepuff senior there too, and separate from Miss Vampire." Tom Riddle continued, "Don't let the two of them get entangled."

Immediately, the leading blond boy took a step and pressed Ryan's shoulder involuntarily.

"What?"

Ryan was surprised: "Don't you want me to lead the way?"

"If a Hufflepuff can come out of that city safe and sound, I'm sure I can do it too."

As he said that, Riddle's face became sneering, and he flicked his wand. Ryan suddenly felt a sharp pain in his palm, and he took out his left hand hidden behind his back with a cry of pain. I saw a smoky black snake swimming slowly on the wound that I had just cut open, like a tattoo.

"She sucked your blood."

The Slytherin prefect said in a stern tone: "If you are forced, then your strength is too low. If you take the initiative, then your people are very problematic."

After all, Ryan felt a hard object pressing against his lower abdomen, and when he looked down, it turned out to be a black yew wood wand.

With fair and slender fingers holding the wand steadily, the black-haired boy said, "I'm more inclined to suspect that there is something wrong with you."

The magic spell flashed, and Ryan's body stretched straight. He fell to the ground with a thud, and he could only see a few uniform calfskin boots under the dark green Slytherin suit.