The Necromancer of Hogwarts

It was already dusk, the sun was gradually setting, the shadows on the ground were getting very long, and the shadows were gradually beginning to cover Romania.

At this time, there were no pedestrians on the street. Tobjörn was walking on the street, his hand holding the wand gradually tightening.

A cold light flashed in his eyes, he suddenly turned around and cast a spell towards the shadowed alley.

"come out!"

The curse exploded, and high-frequency sound waves swept across.

Ordinary people cannot hear such fluctuations, but to those magical creatures active in the darkness, this sound wave is like having a square dance speaker turned up to the maximum and put in their ears.

There was a scream in the alley, and then a figure staggered out. It was Jovia who had previously targeted Torbjörn at the Magic Treasury.

There is a clear difference between Jovia at this time and her previous appearance at the Ministry of Magic.

His nails began to become long and sharp, his canine teeth began to lengthen and protrude outward, his skin was as pale as paper, and there was a trace of blood surging in his eyes.

Tobjörn's eyes were cold.

"People from the Ministry of Magic also chose to be transformed into blood slaves, haha."

Zheng!

He drew out the half-sword in his right hand, lunged forward, straightened his arms, muscles exerted force at the same time, veins popped out, and the sword blade was so fast that it hissed in the air.

At the same time, he held the wand in his left hand and hid it on his waist, and cast a spell in a hidden gesture.

"Everything is petrified."

Jovia shook his head, as if trying to shake off the buzzing sound in his head. At the same time, he vaguely saw Tobjörn's movements, rolling unsteadily, and wanted to launch a counterattack.

But Tobjörn's petrification spell was concealed and fast, and the angle was particularly tricky. Before Jovia could roll to avoid it, the petrification spell hit his legs.

A thin layer of blood appeared on Jovia's body, resisting part of the power of the petrification spell and preventing his feet from being completely petrified, but it still made his feet so stiff that he could not move.

Jiovia fell down immediately, and the half-sword in Tobjörn's hand penetrated his shoulder directly, pinning him to the ground.

Then Tobjörn clenched the hilt of the sword and twisted it hard, making a large bloody hole in Jovia's shoulder. Jovia screamed in pain and couldn't move his arm at all.

Only then did Tobjörn come over angrily and pinched Jovia's neck.

Jovia's eyes flashed fiercely, and he opened his mouth, trying to bite through Tobjörn's palm.

Tobjörn sneered, turned the hilt of the sword and hit him in the mouth.

Click.

Click.

After a few teeth-piercing sounds, Jovia's teeth almost fell out, and blood dripped from his mouth when he opened it, but he still looked at Tobjörn fiercely.

Tobjörn pinched his neck, and his hands gradually became stronger.

"The ancestors paid such a heavy price to defeat Count Dracula and free the Romanian wizards from the fate of blood slaves."

"It's only been a few years, and you are begging for mercy from vampires again just for longevity and strength? Oh, Romania now is not a warrior who loves fighting, but an aggressive dog."

Thin blood continued to pour out of Jovia's body, making Tobjörn's disgust even deeper.

"The magic power of vampires. It seems that you have found a powerful master. Even a blood slave like you can use the magic power of vampires."

"But you have just become a blood slave, and you dare to come to me for revenge? Jovia, who gave you the courage?"

Tobjörn gradually became murderous.

"Here, nothing will happen if I kill you, just a blood slave."

But at this moment, Jovia's eyes showed a look of successful conspiracy.

The sky outside is getting darker and darker, and in this alley, a strange bloody magic is filling the air.

Crash.

Suddenly, huge bats sprang out one after another in the alley. They gathered in the alley and transformed into a middle-aged man with a pale face and elegant appearance.

"Good night, King of Duels."

The middle-aged man held a black cane in his hand, and said hello to Tobjörn, tapping it gently.

A bloody light curtain spread in the air, blocking the entrance to the alley.

"That way no one will interrupt our conversation."

He bowed gracefully to Torbjörn.

"My blood slave seems to have offended you. For this reason, I apologize to you and punish him. Although he helped me get an appointment with you today, it cannot offset the mistakes he made."

The vampire snapped his fingers.

Jovia's eyes showed confusion, and then turned into fear. He opened his mouth to call for help, but then his whole body froze, turning into a pool of blood and falling to the ground, and bursts of blood evaporated in the air. the taste of.

In this pool of blood, a drop of blood as crystal clear as a gem repels other blood, carrying a strange allure.

grunt.

Tobjörn's throat moved subconsciously, and he was extremely vigilant. He held a sword in his right hand and a wand in his left hand, staring at the vampire who suddenly arrived and seemed to have planned it for a long time.

No one knows better than Torbjörn how terrifying a vampire who has perfected his fighting skills to the pinnacle can be.

They possess melee capabilities that exceed human limits, and also possess special magical abilities. Their combat capabilities surpass those of most wizards. In the Middle Ages and even earlier, vampires always ate wizard sashimi as a delicacy.

"You seem to be very wary of me? What a pity. I came to meet you with good intentions, Mr. Tobjörn." The vampire's eyes were sincere, and the words in his mouth were full of bewitching power.

Tobjörn sneered, unmoved at all.

"If you really mean well, there is no need to use the blood barrier to seal this place, let alone use your hunting charm ability on me."

"Forget it if it's a fair-skinned and beautiful young female vampire. If you, a bad old man, use charm on me, I will vomit bile."

"What do you want, be direct."

The vampire smiled: "As expected, he is the king of duels. It's very refreshing."

"What I want is very simple. I want you..."

The vampire's lips moved while he was speaking.

Tobjörn wasn't listening at all.

He knocked down a bottle of magic potion directly, and his body suddenly expanded, and his strength and speed began to increase dramatically.

The magic power in his body also poured into the sword and wand in his hand.

Traces of alchemy lit up on the sword's edge.

Sharp and demon-breaking, this half-hand sword has two kinds of enchantments. It can cut iron like mud and restrain some defensive magic.

Tobjörn's wand shot out a white light, hitting the vampire's face.

"I want your mother!"

"I'll beat you to death first, and then I'll send you your ashes!"