The Necromancer of Hogwarts

Hearing Tobjörn's warning, Xiang Yu raised his eyebrows and noticed some information Tobjörn revealed.

"A guy with a pale face and bright red eyes, who can suck people's blood...you mean, a vampire?"

Tobjörn sneered: "Otherwise, what do you think I'm talking about?"

He laughed and said, "By the way, I almost forgot. After all, your British magical world is so peaceful that it's like a paradise on earth."

"Humph, you have all forgotten that Romania is the hometown of that one. Of course the vampires are still active in Romania, but now they have a better and more stable source of blood, so there are fewer and fewer killings for blood."

Xiang Yu's eyes flashed, and he knew who Tobjörn was talking about.

The Impaler, the Son of the Dragon, and Count Dracula, who is also famous in Muggle movies.

He was once a devout knight who fought for the glory of God, but was betrayed by God. Finally, he pierced the statue of Jesus, drank the blood flowing from the statue, and turned into a vampire who lived on blood. .

Although this story widely circulated among Muggles may be different from the facts, it also indirectly proves the power of Count Dracula.

After all, not just any cat or dog can be related to Jesus. Just like in "Journey to the West", monsters that can be related to the sky are difficult to deal with.

Xiang Yu sighed softly in his heart.

The water in the magic world, the more you walk in, the more you can feel how deep it is.

If a monster like Count Dracula was really still alive, he would probably be at least on the level of Dumbledore holding the Elder Wand.

"But the good thing is that I'm just here to do a business and get a few dragons. It shouldn't be a small business that will have anything to do with the vampire forces in Romania."

"With the power I have in hand, I can still handle it."

"If it really can't be done, then there is an organization behind it. I have put so much effort into getting involved with the organization and opening up channels to the British magical world. Isn't it because the organization can protect me?"

Xiang Yu didn't think too much and walked forward with Tobjörn.

Tobjörn flicked the wand in his hand, and an old tree in front of him split open, creating a downward passage.

Xiang Yu and others walked into the passage, which was lit with torches, much like the authentic style of a castle, giving off an eerie feeling.

After walking for about five minutes, a light lit up in front, which was the exit.

As soon as he walked out, he was greeted by an air smelling of blood, and a combative feeling filled the air.

Xiang Yu looked around and saw that the scene in the Romanian magical world was completely different from the fantasy world in the British magical world. It was more like a European medieval town, except that there was no filth and filth.

Wizards wearing medieval costumes were walking everywhere on the streets. Not so many people wore robes, but more of them wore clothes with sleeves tied up to facilitate movement, which looked quite neat.

What made Xiang Yu rather suspicious was that walking wizards, regardless of age or sex, must be holding their wands tightly, as if it had become their instinct to keep the wands in their hands.

On both sides of the street, the form of shops is also different from that of the British wizarding world.

Most shops set up open-air stalls one after another, placing products on open-air shelves, while more expensive products are displayed locked in small windows.

Only a small number of high-end shops have facades, and they sell some luxury goods. Ordinary wizards rarely go in. Most of the people who go in and out are noble wizards wearing formal clothes and accompanied by servants.

The market is still quite lively. This is also because there is a sign hanging on the market. The market is closed after evening, so hurry up if you want to buy.

Xiang Yu followed Tobjörn through the streets, feeling a little novel about the customs of the Romanian magic world.

In particular, he discovered that some wizards here were wearing swords. These people seemed to be very respected. Most wizards would make way for them when they met them to avoid crowding them.

Xiang Yu asked Tobjörn: "Romanian wizards have the custom of wearing swords? I rarely see it in the British magic world."

Tobjörn sneered: "The British magic world? They have long forgotten how to fight."

"The Middle Ages was an era of swords and magic, but do you think that only the Inquisition could use swords, and wizards could only chant silly spells?"

He explained again.

"Wear a sword because sometimes it's more convenient to use a sword than a wand."

"Or when you encounter wizards with extremely high magical attainments, you can force them into melee combat, try to drag them to close combat distance, and then use your rich experience to defeat them."

"Sometimes, the deterrent effect of using a sword is greater than that of a wand, like this..."

The half-sword in Tobjörn's waist suddenly took action, and a cold light flashed across it, so fast that ordinary people could not react.

"Little thief, you'd better find out who I am. This person is following me. Who are you trying to deceive with that phantom spell? If you don't want to have your hand chopped off, don't be so ink next time."

The sword in Tobjörn's hand was placed somewhere in the void. The next moment, there was a blur, revealing a trembling figure, a boy of fifteen or sixteen years old.

He almost cried when he saw Tobjörn: "Yes, I'm sorry... Lord Tobjörn, I don't know..."

"Don't cut my hand, please..."

The triangular pyramid-shaped sword blade was placed on the thief's neck. The sword seemed to have magic added to increase its sharpness. Before it even touched the thief's skin, a shallow gash appeared on his skin. Drops of blood dripped out from inside, and he was so frightened that he dared not move.

Tobjörn snorted coldly, relaxed the blade in his hand slightly, and motioned for the young man to leave.

The young man didn't dare to look back and ran towards the alley.

Tobjörn turned back and glanced at Xiang Yu: "In Romania, most of the powerful wizards have sword skills comparable to those of sword masters."

Xiang Yu nodded to show understanding.

He remembered the gray-robed mage Gandalf he had seen in the movie in his previous life. The mage's skill points were probably Level 1 Flash, and the others were Wand Fighting, Cleave, Whirlwind and Heavy. Hit.

Tobjörn glanced at the three undead terminators wrapped in black robes next to Xiang Yu: "I can smell the smell of death on you. You must have killed many people. But be careful, if you encounter those Sword-wielding wizards, beware they will disapparate and drive you to death with their sword skills."

He then walked forward, shaking his head as he walked: "But now, there are many people in Romania who are just pretending to be fake."

"We practiced swordsmanship at that time because we encountered a bottleneck in wand casting and needed swordsmanship to increase our strength."

"Nowadays, some guys go to learn swordsmanship before they are proficient in wand casting. In the end, they are both messed up. They look good, but they can't even defeat orthodox wand-casting wizards. It's really shameful."

As he spoke, Tobjörn led Xiang Yu to a rather magnificent building.

"The Romanian Ministry of Magic is here. You'd better finish your work quickly. I don't have time to protect your safety all day long."