Chapter 248

Ryan climbed out of the subway station. The owl was standing on the road sign of the station. His head was twisted 180 degrees, and he was looking at himself with a dead mouse in his mouth.

Thirty meters away, on the broken ground, there is a one person high iron cocoon, which is the product of the battle between Hoffa and gillia. Inside, there is the female vampire who had a moment of warmth with herself.

Ryan subconsciously took two steps toward the cocoon, and then he turned back and came to his owl in a hurry. He took a roll of sheep leather from his chest, brushed it on the paper, wrote a message, and tied the letter to the owl's leg.

"Come on, Molly, take the letter to Hogwarts and have Dean hersley send someone over. Be quick. Do you understand?"

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

Ryan raised his wand and made several complicated movements in the air. With violent magic waves and a crackling sound, his owl head-on hit the incantation in the air and disappeared into the air. Only a few brown flower feathers slowly fell from the air.

After all this, he breathed a long sigh of relief, and then came to the one person's high iron cocoon, carefully studied.

There's no doubt that this is one of the most skillful metamorphosis he's ever seen. In a flash, Ravenclaw's classmate changed the structure and character of the material, and directly built a cage in place, which tightly closed jilia in it.

No incantation, no casting process, just relying on his own mental field, he is not sure who else in the school can do this step, maybe not even the teachers of deformation class.

"Is that why you left Hogwarts?"

Ryan grins bitterly. He repeatedly taps the seamless iron cocoon with his wand, trying to find a flaw in it, so that he can save the seriously injured vampire.

But no matter how he tried, how he used to break the spell, the iron cocoon was like an eternal iceberg, firmly standing in place, and the palms with precise occlusion on it firmly let Ryan despair.

Ten minutes later, Ryan gave up the idea of opening it by magic. He put his ear on it, but he didn't hear any sound. The toy was as quiet as a solid iron ball.

Although in the dungeon, he once again saw the cruelty of vampires, the human beings who were sucked into dregs, and the innocent girls who were put on the plate and killed. Can worry but can't restrain grow in Ryan's heart, will she die? If you don't die, maybe there's a chance to get right.

With this in mind, he found a rusty crowbar from the garbage heap in the distance and tried to open the strong iron cocoon in the way of Muggle.

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

slightly.

With a click, the whole cocoon suddenly turned into pieces and turned back into dust and gravel. A mass of gray things rolled down from the iron cocoon and twitched slightly.

This time, Ryan himself was shocked. To tell the truth, he didn't hold much hope at all. He just worked as a live horse doctor. Unexpectedly, the unbreakable iron cocoon broke like an eggshell when he met the crowbar.

No matter what you think, even if it's a common Morpher's spell, before the Morpher releases it, unless a higher-level Morpher comes, or the caster dies or his magic is exhausted, there's no way to undo it.

In both cases, Ryan thinks it's impossible. His skill in metamorphosis is far less than that of Hoffa. But if that guy dies or his magic is exhausted, Ryan thinks it's impossible.

Thinking of that guy's appearance when he dug a hole for himself, he felt that even if he died three times, that guy would not die.

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

He turned over the creature on the ground. The appearance of the vampire lying on the ground was very different from before. She was no longer pale and beautiful, but gray and shriveled, with prominent joints, just like a 50 year old woman with extreme malnutrition.

Ryan's hand trembled. He didn't dare. This guy was the beauty who let him fall in love a few hours ago. The change was so big that he couldn't accept it for a moment.

The vampire is not dead yet. After seeing Ryan, she turns over and stares at him with all her strength.

"Blood..."

the thin vampire said hoarsely. She looked at Ryan's neck and tried to support herself from the ground, but she couldn't.

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

Calm down, Ryan sat down on his knees again. He was a little afraid, as if his dream had come to nothing, and life had taken off its disguise. After the clear river dried up, the dry and broken riverbed was exposed.

"You're... OK."

He asked. After asking, he felt that he had asked a piece of rubbish. How can she describe her like this."Blood..."

The Vampire looked at him and his voice became lower and lower.

"Did you cheat me at first? Maybe you just want to cheat me to the ground." Ryan said to himself. He reached out and touched the dry and ugly vampire's forehead. The touch was as rough as sandpaper.

"I've seen it down there, and I won't forgive you anyway. However, I have also said that I will send you to the trial of wisengamo alive, and I will not break my promise. "

Then the wand turned into a sharp dagger in his hand.

The cold light flashed by.

A touch of red dripped from his palm and fell on the dry face of the vampire on the ground. Its waist was like a spring, and it jerked down and opened its dry mouth full of fangs.

Blood drops into her mouth, her body like absorbent resin, rapid expansion, at the same time, Ryan's face is also pale due to blood loss.

After ten breath, the shriveled old woman on the ground became a thin young woman about 30 years old because of the moistening of her blood. Although she was not as beautiful as the first time she met, she still had the flavor of lingering charm. Her chest was still cut by Hoffa's heavy blow, but she was no longer dead.

Crackle.

Crackle.

Crackle.

Three soft sounds, accompanied by violent magic waves.

Puffs of black smoke dissipated in the air.

Ryan, who was feeding the blood, immediately grasped his palm and stood up. A chestnut owl hovered on his shoulder, flapped its wings and pecked him in the ear.

In the dark, several figures in dark green suits walked out slowly. They were almost their own age. There is no difference between the Muggles dressed up and the ordinary office workers on the street.

Seeing the man clearly, Ryan breathed a sigh of relief and put his hand behind him

"Why can't it be us."

A blonde boy, the leader of the group, raised the note in his hand. "Since it's Slytherin's traitor, it's up to us Slytherin's people to deal with it."

"I thought that my letter had been sent to Professor hersley..."

"the people of Hufflepuff and Gryffindor went to Birmingham to help the people of Gryffindor. Now we are in charge of the coastal area." The blonde Slytherin narrated in a steady tone, with a strong alienation and indifference.

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

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

The boy's expression became a little impatient: "hurry up, you are not in a hurry in the letter. How come you come instead, but you are grinding and chirping. What's wrong? Take us there quickly.

"No, you can't. It's very dangerous below. If there is no adult wizard leading the team, I don't worry..."

Slytherin's face broke down in front of him, and he was very unhappy.

"It's rare that a hutch patch is questioning the strength of Slytherin. As far as I know, you haven't won the Academy cup in four or five years."

Someone said so, the front of a few Slytherin face show respect to separate the body, revealing the guy behind that talk.

The boy had black hair, black eyes, shoulder length hair, delicate and pale skin, and slightly convex cheekbones, which might be due to his thin body. He was in a long Muggle suit and had a straight figure. Slender fingers like a pianist, holding the wand at the same time, the door is also wearing an old black ring. And his neck, embroidered with black snake green and black scarf, let him look very noble and handsome.

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

He knew the guy in front of him, Slytherin's new prefect, and Tom mavolo Riddell, the most famous Hogwarts student in recent years.

"Not even you." "You don't know what's going on down there," Ryan said. "It's very dangerous. We have to have adult witches coming."

Tom Riddell didn't pay attention to Ryan's suggestion. Instead, he walked around him three times. His eyes floated around him and the female vampire. He was very uncomfortable when he was seen by this guy.

"Nocturnal creatures? Werewolf, vampire? Or something else? "

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

Ryan doesn't feel like standing up straight, "vampire." He said.

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

in the duel club run by the school, this boy has defeated all the students who challenge him. Among them, there are many famous experts in Grade 6 and 7, as well as talents. It is said that his ability can graduate to the Ministry of magic long ago He works or interns in the Department of law enforcement or defense against the dark arts, but he doesn't have that choice.

Tom Riddle: from Bournemouth"Yes, there are many more in the back... Wait a minute. She was seriously injured. Could you treat her first?"

"Who hurt her, are you?"

He bent down, touched his chin, and looked down at 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 pay any attention to him. He stepped forward, protecting kyelia behind him.

"It's nothing to do with this, Riddell. I need her alive. She's an important witness to this incident. She can provide us with a lot of useful information."

"Well..."

Tom Riddell looked into Ryan's face for the first time.

The look made him shiver. What kind of look was it? It's like the snake's eyes on its prey. There's no warmth in it.

"Tara."

The snake yard prefect called back.

"I'm here."

A Slytherin girl with a long braid came out.

"Send this... Important Vampire Lady to the camp and take good care of her." He said in a slightly magnetic voice.

"All right." The gentle Slytherin girl stepped forward and slowly but irresistibly pulled jilia away from Ryan's arm.

Ryan was a little relieved. Slytherin's prefect spoke better than he seemed. However, this good feeling only lasted for a moment.

"Also, send the elder of hutchpatch to separate from Miss vampire." Just listen to Tom Ryder continue to say: "don't let them two entangled."

Immediately, the head of the young blonde step, can not help but press Ryan's shoulder.

"What?"

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

"If a hutch patch can come out of that city safe and sound, I believe I can do the same."

With that, Riddle's face turned scornful, and he swung his wand. Ryan suddenly felt a sharp pain in his palm. With a cry, he took out his left hand hidden behind him. I saw a smoke snake swimming slowly on the wound just cut by myself, just like a tattoo.

"She sucked your blood."

Slytherin's prefect said coldly, "if you are forced, your strength is too low. If you take the initiative, your people have problems."

Having said that, Ryan felt a hard object against his belly. He looked down and saw that it was a black purple wood wand.

The slender white fingers held the wand steadily, and the black haired boy said, "I'm more inclined to suspect that you have a problem."

The spell flashed, and Ryan's body was straight. He fell to the ground with a puff. He could only see a few uniform calf leather boots under Slytherin's dark green suit.