Hoffa finally convinced Ryan and let him follow him 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 above, they could see that the city was shrouded in moonlight without any other light source. They could not see clearly anything shrouded in the shadow of the castle. They could only see the buildings in the distance against the moonlight.

, showing a jagged shape.

However, if he relied solely on sound, Hoffa could feel the excitement of this underground kingdom. There were noisy and excited whispers below, manic barking of dogs, and the creaking sound of carriage wheels rolling across the bluestone slabs.

After their eyes got used to the darkness, they could see countless crowded carriages and moving heads on the streets below the castle. It was as if they had stepped back in time and arrived in England in the 19th century.

Hoffa secretly sighed. To be honest, if he hadn't been following the vampire, he would never have imagined that there was such a scene underground in such a modern city.

If he were one of those vampires and wanted to do some shady things, he would have to choose a place like this. But if he could expand to this extent, he might have been operating underground for decades. This made him worried.

Come on, can this vampire grave, which is like a giant ant nest, be broken by just two wizards?

“It’s quite spectacular here.”

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

Ryan looked around blankly, saying nothing, with numbness written all over his face. He no longer had the enthusiasm and intimacy he had when they first met. Hoffa felt a little sorry, but he did not regret it. Admittedly, in

In the process of searching for the underground lair, he used some methods, but he believed that all were necessary losses.

Moreover, if he met not a Hufflepuff, but a Slytherin, such as Tom Riddle, maybe he would not think this was a problem at all, let alone worry about 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 steeple castle.

I got in through a blind window on the house. I wanted to enter the street from inside.

The interior was not as magnificent as he had imagined. Rather than entering an interior, he might as well have entered a tomb.

The wall covered up the noisy sounds from outside. Only faint coughs and gasps could be heard here. Through the cobwebs, Hoffa could see some figures in the dusty corner.

They were men who had been over-smoked. Their faces were wrinkled, their eyes were dark, and their severely deformed bodies were curled up in the corner, lying there, twitching slightly.

And in deeper places, there are some moldy skeletons lying together. They are connected by some black tendons, as if they are integrated with these gloomy castles, becoming stepping stones for it to reach into the clouds.

"Look, if you came in with your lover, you might be lying here when the people from Hogwarts come to find you."

Hoffa bumped Ryan's shoulder and whispered sarcastically.

Ryan let him go without saying a word.

"Passion is the most unreliable thing."

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

"Are you still looking for it?"

Ryan may have been hurt by Hoffa's words, or maybe he didn't want to see the scene in front of him. He left Hoffa alone and hurriedly left.

"He has a pretty bad temper."

Hoffa muttered after him.

Leaving the room, they came to the streets of the underground kingdom. It was probably because all the vampires had come outside that the room seemed so deserted.

Carriages gurgled forward, and the people in the carriages poked their heads out, teasing each other, and making some dirty jokes. It was obvious that they knew each other very well.

Hoffa and Ryan followed them in disguise, following 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

We arrived at a huge open square. For some reason, this 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 face, some covered half of it, and some covered it completely. This made it difficult for Hoffa to identify their identities, let alone find the nun among them.

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

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

.

Under the endless luxury, some unknown sense of religious ritual also flows inside. This reminds Hoffa of the crazy actions Anker performed in the nightmare world, just like a sacrifice.

"These guys..."

He was amazed at the wonders in front of him. In his two lifetimes, he had never seen such a luxurious banquet. Compared with this feast, his oriental memory seemed extremely restrained and restrained.

Every design here stimulates the most primitive desires in the hearts of creatures. If you think about it carefully, it can only be described as a pond of wine and a forest of meat.

It's not necessarily correct to say it's a wine pool.

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

.

The air is filled with a thick fishy-sweet smell. Not only is this smell not objectionable, it even makes those who smell it yearn for it.

This is a pool of blood.

Seeing the pool of blood, Hoffa's heart clenched. There was no doubt that this was the blood that had been collected. Has the nun been drained of blood? Where is 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 are your friends?"

Facing such a strange scene, his voice remained calm and had only the tone of routine. He had not yet recovered from Hoffa's calculations and threats to him, and was as numb as a landlord's maid, accepting everything.

"have no idea."

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

"I'm very excited."

He said in a tone that was not encouraging at all.

At this time, the crowd below became commotion, applauding and cheering. Hoffa turned around and saw an old man in a gorgeous green robe slowly turning down from the second floor. His collar was raised high, and the hem of his clothes was trailing behind him.

The old man is long.

He was the only guy in the crowd who was not wearing a golden mask. His face was as sharp and angular as an eagle. The bridge of his nose was high and thin, his nostrils were deeply arched, his forehead was high, his hair was sparse, and his eyebrows were so thick that they almost

connected in a line above the nose, he

The teeth protruding from his lips are sharp and white, and his lips are particularly red, showing amazing vitality that is incompatible with his age. Also, his ears are pale and pointed at the top. His chin is broad and powerful, and his cheeks are thin but firm.

The whole face was extremely pale.

"Everyone, welcome."

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

"It turns out it's him, damn it!"

Ryan took a breath.

"You know him?" Hoffa asked.

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

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

Hoffa's eyes widened, he was a Slytherin.

Ryan: "I read about him in a school history at Hogwarts. He was expelled in the fifth grade because he secretly conducted forbidden experiments in the school and seduced the girls in the school. When they lost their judgment, they did not

After thinking about it, he still..."

As he spoke, he seemed to be thinking of himself, and couldn't help but lower his head in annoyance, sinking his fingers into his hair and tearing it hard.

"Why would 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 that the wrist of his left hand showed a strange arc, which looked like the hook of some kind of beast.

Ryan said: "The left hand is 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 use magic.

He achieved higher achievements. Unexpectedly, he actually transformed himself into a vampire. He gave up the way of casting spells as a wizard and instead served the God of Darkness.

"What are you going to do?"

he asked Ryan.

"Write a letter," Ryan took a deep breath: "Now that his true identity has been discovered, I think I should report this matter to Hogwarts immediately and let the school teachers handle it."

But Hoffa didn't move.

Ryan stood up: "I'm going to find Jasmine, find a secluded place to write letters, and contact the school. Will you come with me?"

Hoffa shook his head: "Go on your own, you have to find my friends."

"Don't act on your own. Wait until I go out and send a letter. The school will send someone over soon."

"I don't know how, so just go ahead."

Hoffa said, his eyes swept around the banquet hall, hoping to find any trace of the nun, but found nothing.

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

"Don't you want to deliver a letter?"

"You are on our side, right?"
To be continued...