257 Chapter 57, Ship in a Bottle

ten minutes later.

Hoffa and the future Dark Lord were standing on the edge of the cloud base, leading two thestrals. With them were Ryan and the female vampire whose whole body was tightly tied up with ropes. She probably knew it already. The news that his family was wiped out and the wizard was taken away in one go. I saw that she was tied on the back of thestrals, and even her mouth was blocked by iron chains. She looked at Tom and Hoffa with deep hatred in her eyes.

Tom didn't want to say anything to Hoffa anymore, he took the female vampire with him, as if carrying some cargo, put her sideways on the back of the Thestral, and then turned over and straddled the back of the Thestral.

The black creature spread its huge wings and descended silently towards Bournemouth below.

Ryan looked at the Thestral under him, then at Hoffa standing on the ground, thinking that he was going to sit behind him, his teeth chattering.

But Hoffa didn't look at him, and didn't talk to him. He patted the Thestral's neck gently. The Thestral felt something, spread its wings, lifted its front hooves, and fell straight down.

Ryan's hair was covered in a mess by the air currents from the clouds. Several thousand meters above the ground, he turned his head to look, only to see a huge black shadow of a four-winged bird flickering in the clouds, and then disappeared.

He swore it was the worst day he had ever experienced, bar none. Since he met that evil Ravenclaw, his fate has become like a broken wooden basin in the waves, and he is no longer under his control.

When the two Thestrals finally hit the ground, Hoffa was already on the ground waiting for them.

They returned to the underground city of Bournemouth. Yesterday, it was very lively, with countless vampires wandering in the underground city, singing and holding banquets. Today's underground city is lifeless, as quiet as a copy after being pushed by a foot man. Occasionally, a few wizards on patrol stood by in the distance.

Tom Riddle straddled the Thestrals, pointed his wand at the vampire, "The spell stops immediately."

With a click, all the chains that bound the vampire were released, and the female vampire collapsed powerlessly to the ground.

"Whatever he asks you to do, you do."

Tom said condescendingly: "Don't try to run, if you don't want to suffer more before you die."

The vampire slowly propped himself up from the ground, and spit at Tom's feet. This move was followed by a heavy kick, and the polished calfskin boots that Tom Riddle had polished fell on the vampire's face.

"Call me when you're hungry, and don't do anything else." His tone was full of impatience.

"As you wish. Mister Wizard."

The vampire said while crawling under his feet full of hatred.

Tom let go of his foot and looked at Hoffa: "Okay, take us to find the Muggle who killed the vampire. If he really exists, it should be faster."

Hoffa pulled the female vampire up, "Is there any hidden hiding place in your city?"

The vampire didn't even look at him, she got up and patted the ashes off her body. He said to the two, "Come with me."

The four of them were silent all the way, the female vampire walked at the front, Hoffa walked in the middle, and Tom pulled Ryan to walk at the end of the team. They walked to the depths of the empty city, and soon their figures disappeared into the depths of the castle complex.

Moonlight streamed in through the gaps in the narrow windows, mottled their faces with silvery spots. When midnight fell, the female vampire led them into a hidden church chapel on the side of the city. The yellow seal has been pulled down by yesterday's search wizard, and there are still several wizards standing guard on the road.

Seeing the four of Hoffa, they immediately greeted them. At this moment, Riddle's role was revealed. He just stood forward and said something casually, and the wizards on guard let them in respectfully. . In the eyes of those wizards, Tom Riddle is also an extremely decent person, one of the mainstays of the future wizarding society.

When Hoffa went in, he found that the inside was similar to the outside, with seals everywhere, and everything was almost moved. Only a few empty cabinets remained.

However, after coming here, Hoffa immediately noticed another mystery behind the cabinet. Strange to say, this is not the perception brought by his mental ability, but the ability to clearly see the closed space behind the cabinet through vision, which is his extra ability after night.

Sure enough, the female vampire went to the cabinet and fumbled for a while, and then pressed and pushed, the cabinet turned over, revealing a narrow passage behind.

Tom Riddle stood still, and grumbled at Hoffa, obviously asking him to go in first.

Hoffa didn't see any danger, so he followed the female vampire into the dark room. This should be the place where vampires hide their things, a boxy storage room with animal fur blankets on the floor, a set of sofas and a desk.

In the middle of the desk was an open notebook, the paper was rough and yellowed, and something was written in strange cursive English on it.

On the left side of the notebook, there is a neat stack of books, about seven or eight, on the edge of the table. The wall on the right side of them is inlaid with off-white pipes and wall lamps connected to the pipes.

This lamp has a western classical flavor, about half the size of an adult's head, the inner layer is made of transparent glass, and the outer layer is surrounded by a grid of black metal.

Obliquely below the extinguished wall lamp, a black ink bottle is shrouded in light red brilliance, and the relief on the surface forms a vague three-ringed moon pattern.

Seeing that pattern, Hoffa subconsciously touched his chest. There is also an exquisite three-ring glass window on the high ceiling, and the moonlight shines through the patchwork glass lenses. It landed on the right hand side of the room, which is the ancient shelf of the room.

There are piles of scrolls at the bottom of the shelf. When you open it, you can see some Renaissance oil paintings. On the shelf next to the sofa, there are various ornaments, Swiss watches, Chinese ceramics, South American sculptures, Even Japanese ukiyo-e.

At the top is a glass bottle, which contains a very delicate and realistic warship floating in the blue liquid. The boat in a bottle was very delicate, shining brightly under the moonlight, he couldn't help but take a few more glances.

Ship in a bottle.

"These are from my father's collection. They were robbed or given by others. You want to take them for yourself." The female vampire stood in the middle of the room and said coldly.

After entering the room, Tom Riddle loosened the rope on Ryan's body, and searched the room with great interest, picking up a watch for a while, and a famous painting for a while.

But Hoffa was not interested. These collections worth millions of pounds were meaningless to him. He felt that the female vampire probably misunderstood what he meant. What he wanted to find was Mance's hiding place, not The old vampire's treasure room.

"Is there no place to hide? If someone wanted to hide, where would he hide?"

he asked the female vampire.

"You ask me who I ask, this is the most hidden place I know." said the female vampire. Then, she opened her mouth happily, "Didn't you find someone out of the ordinary this time, Mr. Wizard!?"

"strangeness."

Hoffa ignored the sarcasm of the female vampire, he was lost in thought, and Mance took the nun and the group of French refugee children away, looking like he was going to do something big.

But no matter what he wants to do, he must have a venue and supplies. After all, this is the material world, and it is impossible to bring a group of people without eating or drinking. If that is the case, it is better to kill everyone at the beginning . He felt that with that guy's shrewdness, he would never do such a stupid thing.

After Tom inspected a series of collections in the house, a look of disappointment appeared on his face. Obviously, these Muggle items could not enter his eyes, and he threw away a diamond-encrusted watch in his hand: "Is this the end of the search?" , it seems that the magical Muggle officer you mentioned is not here."

"Give me a little more time." Hoffa said in a deep voice.

"It's up to you, I don't want to leave anyway."

Tom walked behind the mahogany table, sat down on the chair, crossed his legs on the table, twirled his wand in his hand, and said with a dull voice: "I am here, and there are some treasures here. If you want to Find it, and find it yourself."

Hoffa glanced at Ryan, who was looking at himself, and when he noticed his eyes, he immediately lowered his head and stared at his toes, as if he didn't want to have anything to do with him.

"Okay, you wait for me here." Hoffa said to Tom: "Don't go anywhere."

After finishing speaking, he left the dark room alone and wandered around the castle. First, he came to the kitchen of the vampire castle. There were many machines for bloodletting, covered with blood spots, and there were many hooks on the ceiling. It should have been There are many living people hanging here, but the hooks are empty now.

The efficiency of those searching for wizards is still very high. In just a few days, they cleaned up all the corpses and blood slaves here.

Then he went to the theater, the drawing room, the bedroom and so on. But without exception, these places are empty. This made Hoffa feel like he was looking for a needle in a haystack, and he couldn't help wondering whether what he was doing was meaningful.

Going around, he finally returned to the treasure room brought by the female vampire. No one in the room spoke. Tom Riddle still leaned on the red leather seat where the vampire used to sit, maintaining a relaxed expression. Looking lazy to watch the show, the female vampire and Ryan stood in a corner of the room, the vampire looked at Ryan, and Ryan stared at the ground.

"How's the harvest?"

asked Tom, leaning back in his chair.

Hoffa shook his head, "Not found."

"That's really unexpected." Tom grinned, gloating over his misfortune.

Hoffa has become numb to his sarcasm, and Tom's casual words can't really do anything to him, and the guy who really pierced his heart is the big head that worries him.

Is Mance gone?

The city that left.

If that's the case, I'm afraid I won't be able to find the nun again.

But after thinking about it, I felt that this speculation was unreliable.

The exit of the dungeon is several hundred meters above the ground, and there is a vacuum zone of more than one hundred meters in the middle. He is a Muggle who can't magic, and can't fly or apparate. How did he crawl out? Woolen cloth. Unless he goes to fly a plane, which is impossible.

Could it be that he went out together with ordinary wizards? There is such a big hole in his chest that even a fool can see something strange. Even if the wound is covered, it is not dumb to bring so many people.

Hoffa kept denying the speculation in his mind. In the end, he was helpless and even took out the glass ball, wanting to ask if the guy who claimed to be the God of Nightmare had any clues.

But the monster in the glass ball closed into a black seed at this moment, seemingly sleeping, and ignored his meaning at all.

However, when he put down the glass ball, another glass object in this storage room caught his attention.

It was a glass bottle on a shelf, and before he came to that glass bottle, it contained a warship.

Hoffa bent down and slowly realized something was wrong. The more he looked at the ship, the more familiar it looked. As a model, it was too delicate, let alone the densely packed masts and gun barrels on the ship. A very small mini lifeboat parked next to the battleship was restored to life, and the lifeboat was only the size of a grain of rice. That's right, even though it was shrunk countless times, he still recognized it.

It was the Scharnhorst battleship that Ethan Dominik was driving at sea at that time.

A flash of lightning flashed through Hoffa's mind, and he grinned viciously.

Good guy, I can really hide.

He immediately reached out and uncorked the ship-in-a-bottle model.

Tom Riddle was still playing with his wand and nailing his nails in front of the mahogany table. Suddenly, a gust of wind hit behind him, causing the chair he was leaning on to overturn on the ground. The wind had unparalleled suction, like a portkey, and he was caught off guard. He dragged the four people in the dark room into the void.