Hogwarts: I inherited my legacy

Just when Voldemort was very hesitant and unsure, the sound of flapping wings and breaking through the air came from a distance.

He felt a little relieved when he heard this familiar voice.

Looking up, I saw a group of black bats flapping their wings and flying rapidly in the distance.

These bats are obviously different from ordinary bats. They fly extremely fast and in large numbers, forming a dark cloud.

As the bats approached the dark creatures gathered at the gate of Hogwarts,

The bats were seen colliding with each other in pairs. In the moonlight, it was clear that the bats that were hit turned into a blood-colored mist.

Soon, when this group of bloody bats finally arrived at their destination,

It has become silent, the original bats have disappeared, leaving only a dozen or so blood-red mists floating in the air.

Those races under Voldemort who have better night vision can even glimpse the existence of facial features from above the blood-colored mist.

Dozens of blood-red mists poured down to Voldemort's side like flowing water. The mists transformed into his body, and his facial features condensed into a face.

Finally, they gathered together into wizards wearing bloody tuxedos. Their faces were pale, and their canine teeth protruded, piercing their lower mouths.

Obviously, these are the vampires.

"You are a little late." Voldemort said solemnly. Although he was happy about the arrival of this powerful fighting force, he still maintained that mysterious look.

The old vampire in the lead hurriedly explained respectfully,

"I'm sorry, sir, we spent a lot of time avoiding those puppies. In addition, I have some bad news to tell you..."

"What bad news?" Voldemort frowned.

Although he felt somewhat dissatisfied that the conversation was dominated by the vampire, tonight's action was crucial and could not be missed.

Therefore, he listened calmly to the old vampire's explanation.

The old vampire leader said timidly,

"Although we successfully bypassed the wild dogs' defense circle without being detected by them, based on my experience, there is a problem with the patrol density of this pack of wild dogs. It is too sparse and does not match the scale of 200 people. I estimate that there are only about 100 people at most."

This is undoubtedly bad news, Voldemort asked anxiously,

"So you mean that there are still more than a hundred werewolves missing? That means they could arrive here at any time, right?"

The old vampire nodded seriously, "Indeed, we must speed up our actions and prepare for the worst, such as..."

“For example, those bastards are attacking us?” Voldemort interrupted him before he could finish his words and asked a question in return.

After hearing this, the old vampire shrugged helplessly, "That's the worst case scenario. It shouldn't be so unlucky, right?"

However, Voldemort sneered and said,

"Oh, no, now it's not a question of whether I'm unlucky or not, but those wolf cubs are here!"

As he spoke, he angrily ordered his dark creatures to prepare for the impact.

Voldemort's face was so gloomy that it seemed as if water could drip out of it. He sensed through magic that there were more than a hundred powerful magic sources approaching at high speed from the Forbidden Forest not far away.