Ten minutes later.

Hoffa and the future Dark Lord stood at the edge of the cloud base, holding two Thestrals. With them was Ryan, and the female vampire whose whole body was tightly tied with ropes. She probably already knew

The news that her family had been wiped out and the wizard had been wiped out. She was tied to the Thestral's back, and even her mouth was sealed with iron chains. She looked at Tom and Hoffa with deep hatred in her eyes.

Tom no longer wanted to say anything to Hoffa. He took the female vampire with him as if he were carrying some cargo, placed her sideways on the Thestral's back, and then turned over and climbed onto the Thestral's back.

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

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

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

The airflow from the clouds blew Ryan's hair into a mess and covered his face. Thousands of meters above the ground, he turned around and saw only the black shadow of a huge four-winged bird in the clouds flickering for a moment and then disappearing.

He swore that this was the worst day he had ever experienced, bar none. Ever since he met that evil Ravenclaw, his fate had become like a broken tub in the waves, no longer under his control.

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

They returned to the dungeon in Bournemouth. Yesterday, the place was bustling with activity. Countless vampires were roaming the dungeon, singing and holding banquets. Today, the dungeon was lifeless, as quiet as a copy after being pushed flat by a footman.

Occasionally, a few wizards on patrol in the distance walked past.

Tom Riddle stepped across the Thestral, pointed his wand at the vampire, and said, "The curse will stop."

With a click, all the chains restraining the vampire were opened, and the female vampire collapsed to the ground helplessly.

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

Tom said condescendingly: "Don't even think about running away, if you don't want to suffer more before you die."

The vampire slowly pushed himself up from the ground and spat at Tom's feet. This move resulted in a heavy kick, and Tom Riddle's shiny calfskin boots landed on the vampire's face.

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

"As...as you wish...Master Wizard."

The vampire crawled at his feet and said with hatred.

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

Hoffa pulled the female vampire up and asked, "Is there any hidden place to hide things in your city?"

The vampire didn't even look at him. She stood up and patted the dust on her body. She said to the two of them: "Follow 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 and walked at the end of the team. They walked deep into the empty city, and soon their figures disappeared.

Deep in the castle complex.

The moonlight streamed in through the gaps between the narrow windows, leaving mottled silver spots on their faces. When midnight fell, the female vampire took them into a hidden church chapel on the side of the city. This place had been abandoned by yesterday.

The searching wizard pulled down the yellow seal, and there were still several wizards standing guard on the road.

When they saw Hoffa and the other four, they immediately came forward to greet them. At this time, Riddle's role was revealed. He just stood forward and said something casually, and the wizards on guard let them in with respectful expressions.

.In the eyes of those wizards, Tom Riddle is also an extremely decent person and one of the mainstays of the future wizard society.

When Hoffa entered, he found that the inside was similar to the outside. There were seals everywhere and most of the things had been moved. Only some empty cabinets were left.

However, after arriving here, Hoffa immediately noticed that there was another mystery behind the cabinet. It is strange to say that this was not the perception brought to him by his mental ability, but that he could clearly see the confined space behind the cabinet through vision.

This is his extra ability after night.

Sure enough, the female vampire walked to the cabinet and groped around for a while, then with a push and a push, the cabinet flipped over, revealing a narrow passage at the back.

Tom Riddle stood still and spoke to Hofanu, clearly asking him to go in first.

Hoffa did not see any danger, so he followed the female vampire into the dark room. This was probably where the vampire hid things, a square storage room with animal skin blankets on the floor and a set of sofas and desks.

There is an open notebook in the center of the desk. The paper is rough and yellowed, and there is something written on it in strange cursive English.

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

This lamp has a Western classical flavor and is 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 black metal grid.

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

Seeing that pattern, Hoffa subconsciously touched his chest. There was also an exquisite three-ring glass stained glass window on the high ceiling. The moonlight shone through the well-proportioned glass lenses. It fell on the right hand side of the room, which was the room.

The ancient bookshelf.

There are piles of scrolls piled 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 accessories, including Swiss watches, Chinese ceramics, and South American sculptures.

Even Japanese Ukiyo-e.

At the top was a glass bottle, which contained a very delicate and realistic warship, floating in the blue liquid. The ship in the bottle was very delicate, shining brightly in the moonlight, and he couldn't help but look at it a few more times.

Ship in a bottle.

"These are my father's collections. Some were robbed or given by others. You can use them as you wish." The female vampire stood in the middle of the room and said coldly.

After entering the room, Tom Riddle let go of the rope around Ryan's body and searched the room with great interest, sometimes picking up a watch and sometimes a famous painting.

But Hoffa was not interested. These collections worth millions of pounds were meaningless to him. He felt that the female vampire might have 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 people? If someone wants to hide, where will he hide?"

he asked the female vampire.

"Who are you asking me? This is the most hidden place I know." The female vampire said. Then, she opened her mouth with some pleasure, "Isn't there an extraordinary plan to find someone this time, Master Wizard?

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"strangeness."

Hoffa ignored the female vampire's sarcasm. He was deep in thought. Mance took away the nuns and the French refugee children, and it seemed that they were 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 from the beginning.

. He felt that with that guy’s shrewdness, he would never be able to do such a stupid thing.

After checking a series of collections in the house, Tom showed a somewhat disappointed look on his face. It was obvious that these Muggle items were not in his eyes. He threw away a diamond watch in his hand and said, "Is this the end of the search?"

, it seems that the magical Muggle officer you talked about is not here."

"Give me a little more time." Hoffa said solemnly.

"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 in a low-spirited voice: "I want to stay here, there are some treasures here. You have to be willing

If you want to find it, go find it yourself."

Hoffa glanced at Ryan, who was looking at him. After noticing 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 that, he left the darkroom alone and wandered around the castle. First he came to the kitchen of the vampire castle. There were many machines used for bloodletting, covered with blood spots, and there were many hooks on the ceiling. They should have been

There are many living people hanging here, but now the hooks are empty.

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

Then he went to the theater, living room, bedroom and other places. But without exception, these places were empty. This made Hoffa feel as if he was looking for a needle in a haystack. He couldn't help but wonder what he was doing and whether there was anything.

significance.

After going around and around, he finally returned to the treasure room brought by the female vampire. None of the people in the room spoke. Tom Riddle still leaned on the red leather seat where the vampire once sat, maintaining a careless look.

As if they were too lazy to watch the show, the female vampire and Ryan each stood in a corner of the room. The vampire looked at Ryan, while Ryan stared at the ground.

"How was the harvest?"

Tom asked, leaning back in his chair.

Hoffa shook his head, "Not found."

"That's really unexpected." Tom grinned, gloating beyond words.

Hoffa was already numb to his sarcastic gesture, and Tom casually said that he couldn't really do anything to him, and that the guy who really pierced his heart was the one who worried him so much.

Is Mance gone?

This city left.

If that were the case, I was afraid that I would never be able to find the nun again.

But after thinking about it again, 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. How on earth did he, a Muggle who couldn't do magic, fly or apparate, climb out?

Well. Unless he flies a plane, but that's simply impossible.

Could it be that he went out with ordinary wizards? He had such a big hole in his chest, even a fool could see something fishy. Even if the wound was covered, he still wouldn't be mute with so many people.

Hoffa kept denying the speculations in his mind. Finally, at a loss, he even took out the glass ball and wanted to ask the guy who called himself the God of Nightmares if he had any clues.

But the monster in the glass ball now closed into a black seed, seemed to be sleeping, and paid no attention to what he meant.

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

It was a glass bottle on the shelf. When he came to the glass bottle, there was a warship in the bottle.

Hoffa bent down and slowly noticed something was wrong. The more he looked at the ship, the more familiar it became. As a model, it was too exquisite. Not to mention that the densely packed masts and gun barrels on the ship were restored. Even the densely packed masts and gun barrels on the ship were restored.

A tiny mini lifeboat parked next to the battleship was restored to life. The lifeboat was only the size of a grain of rice. Yes, even though it was shrunk countless times, he still recognized it.

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

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

Good guy, you can really hide.

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

Tom Riddle was still playing with his wand and fingernails in front of the mahogany table. Suddenly, a strong wind came from behind, causing the chair he was leaning against to overturn to the ground. The wind had unparalleled suction, just like a door key, catching him off guard.
Chapter completed!