The leader of HP arrives

"Joyce is no longer a wizard, and it is absolutely impossible to re-sign the contract." Dongfang Bubai glanced sideways at the sofa, performed a silent and staff-cleaning, and sat down on the seat facing the blood clan. The door closes automatically.

"It looks like you found something in that poor little hunter's brain. Contract, I have no interest in that kind of thing." The blood clan's pale fingers kept shaking the cup, and the blood gave off a disgusting smell in the air , "Only those self-proclaimed Mulgraves will abide by the contract, and even whimsically want to replace wizards and rule the magical world."

"An innocent and fragile creature like a wizard is useless at all except for delicious blood. Magic power, spells, these boring things are obviously useless to us, but ah, probably because of this guy, Mulgraf is so naive I really want to become a wizard, and I want to use the so-called magical power to defile the purest Vanjoy bloodline." The black fingertips slid across Joyce's cheek, and easily cut Joyce's skin like a sharp blade , a few vampires ooze out from the wound, "It's really—a disgusting thought."

"The Sorcerer's Stone is not in the corridor on the third floor. Your companion should have entered Dumbledore's trap by now." Dongfang Bubai raised his eyebrows slightly, and his tone reminded him of Bellatrix. Compared with wizards, in the long life of a vampire, love can breed more morbid hatred.

He had already carefully inspected the secret room on the third floor, and it was just a well-designed trap by Dumbledore.Hell's Three-Headed Dog, Wizard Chess, or the key with the flying spell, it seems more like a level-breaking game suitable for first-year freshmen. What is really used to prevent the blood race from entering is the hell flame at the door of the secret room.This kind of magical flame can cause great damage to the vampires, and the spell that directly acts on the soul cast by Dumbledore is far more terrifying than the effect defined by the dictionary of spells.It can easily transpire the blood that the vampires rely on for life.To break the spell, one must use huge magic power to break the balance of the spell, and this is exactly what the blood race lacks.

"It's just low-level blood, just to create a Halloween atmosphere." The last drop of blood in the crystal bottle was also poured into the cup. A few crystal bottles floated onto the desk, "I said earlier that I'm not interested in the Sorcerer's Stone. If those old guys want it, let them send someone to get it themselves. My task is to cut it off with my own hands. The last Slytherin's blood. Pierce your arteries and suck all the blood out of you, but don't worry, it won't hurt too much, just a few minutes. Then, I'll dig out Joyce's heart with my own hands , let your dear brother accompany you to leave this world. Philosopher’s Stone, Savior—without Slytherin’s blood, Dumbledore would not be able to restart the magic circle even if Merlin was reborn.”

"The time has come. Come, come and say good-bye to your dear brother, Ellswarne."

Sorcerer's stone, savior, restart the magic circle.Dongfang's eyes flickered, noticing these vague words, he clenched the magic wand in his sleeve calmly.Ollivander's unbroken yew wand, although it is just an ordinary wand ordered from Germany, does not have any bonus to magic power, but because of the Germans' love for black magic, this wand can still withstand Hold several times the magic pressure, after that, the core of the wand will be burned by the magic power.But this single use of the wand can make the spell faster and more powerful than casting a wandless spell.

"Look at this face of yours, it's exactly the same as Joyce, revealing this disgusting pride. It's a color that you can't forget once you see it. This kind of pupil color makes people unable to restrain themselves and want to destroy it with their own hands. The urge to drop—”

The blood clan's claws stretched out, the well-groomed black nails were replaced by ugly curved fingers, and the delicate female face was full of ferocious hatred.

"This face, why, he will fall in love with his own child - obviously agreed, obviously already agreed -"

The blood clan's sharp claws swung violently, and the huge force caused a sound of piercing the air, and Dongfang subconsciously slid a step sideways.But the expected attack did not appear, the blood clan's claws suddenly stopped in mid-air, and a clear sound of flesh and blood tearing came from the blood clan's body.

She lowered her head slowly, and saw Zhizhi's wrist on her chest. The blood flowed down her pale wrist and soaked through the gorgeous robe. of gloss.

"I won't allow it. No one will allow it, to hurt, my brother."

"Joyce Slytherin!" The name was squeezed out from the depths of her throat, like a cock from hell, she withdrew her arm violently, and the sharp claws of the vampire pierced Joyce's neck, and the blood immediately went crazy poured out.

"Owner!"

"Hell flames!" The door was knocked open suddenly, this loud sound was nothing more than a loud thunder to the sensitive hearing of the vampires.Dongfang Bubai seized this flaw without hesitation, threw away the magic wand that exploded due to the huge magic power, and snatched Joyce back between the black flames engulfing the two blood clans.

"Slytherin—Joyce, Ellswarn—" The flames of hell quickly engulfed the blood race's body, and it was not difficult to see the pain caused by the spell from the violent struggle.The Kindred struggled to stay afloat, smashing through the office window and out of the Ravenclaw tower before the three of them could stop it.

"There is nothing on the lawn—" Lucius squinted his eyes and tried hard to distinguish the traces of the blood race from the dim night, but there was still only a neat lawn downstairs in the Ravenclaw Tower, except for the wind from the Forbidden Forest, Huo Gwartz was at peace.

"There's no need to chase."

Dongfang glanced at the broken window, stopped Lucius, and put Joyce in his arms on the sofa.He overestimated the endurance of this wand. This level of hell flames may cause huge damage to the vampires, but since the blood curse did not kill Joyce, this level of hell flames is not enough to kill a vampire .

"El, I'm awake."

Blood gushed out from the arterial artery continuously, staining the sofa under Joyce red in just a few seconds, and the skin that took ten years to recover was once again visibly withered.But the Slytherin just blinked his eyes, and pulled out a faint smile with difficulty.

In the room full of bloody smell, this smile was weird and abrupt.Ignoring the embarrassing wounds on the Slytherin blood, Joyce woke up from a light sleep in the afternoon like an ordinary wizard, and said to his brother lightly, "El, I'm awake."

"Sorry—" Lucius staggered and sneezed loudly against the strong and pungent smell of blood.The dragon leather boots prepared for the masquerade were delicate and thin, and the blood under his feet made the soles slippery. The platinum nobleman shook and supported the desk.There were a few crisp shattering sounds, and the slight movement of the table seemed to break the ability of the vampire. The crystal bottle fell, and the blood splashed everywhere, staining Lucius' exquisite white knight outfit red.

"It's time to get up, Joyce." Dongfang turned his face to look at the blood-colored platinum nobleman, reached out and rolled up his blood-soaked sleeves, and put his wrist against Joyce's lips.

"I stalked the troll. I wanted to think I could handle it alone—I thought, I'd learned a lot of spells—"

When Dongfang and Lucius arrived at the scene, McGonagall was examining the girls in the corner with a straight face. Obviously, Hermione Granger was not in Dumbledore's scheduled script list.

"Harry hit the troll's nose with his wand, and Ron knocked the troll out with the Levitation Charm. I just wanted to prove that a bloody wizard isn't necessarily inferior to a pureblood—I didn't expect—" Hermione blushed Glancing secretly at Dongfang's cold mask from the corner of his eyes, he explained in a low voice choked with sobs.

"Obviously, blood can prove a lot, Miss Granger." Dongfang turned his face slightly, noticing Mag's questioning gaze, and said calmly, "The mountain troll is a magical creature with strong anti-magic ability. Although The IQ of the troll is very low, but its huge weight and strength can easily kill any underage wizard, even some adult wizards who are not strong enough. Pure blood wizards are born with greater magical potential, which is the explanation in today's class One of the contents. In wandless spells, it is easier for pure-blood wizards to surpass the restrictions of the spell. cast a spell."

Ron's face turned red, and the corners of his lips curled up unnaturally.In fact, he really hadn't mastered the Levitation spell, not even once before tonight.In Charms class, Hermione loudly corrected her pronunciation more than once, but this embarrassment and shame quickly catalyzed into a sense of pride because of Dongfang's malicious explanation.

"Because of your reckless behavior, Gryffindor will deduct 5 points. Because of the feat of Mr. Potter and Mr. Weasley, everyone will add [-] points to Gryffindor." McGonagall glanced at Dongfang, and sipped in disapproval. The corners of his lips tightened, but he didn't say anything to refute, "Thanks Merlin, you're all fine, go back to the Gryffindor lounge now."

"Severus, you don't look well." McGonagall coaxed the three little wizards to walk towards Gryffindor. Lucius looked around and noticed the blood on Severus' left leg .

"You don't need to meddle in your own business, Mr. Malfoy." Lucius's gorgeous smile was almost dazzling, and the flashing eyes were clearly provocative. The platinum noble stood behind his master, only a step away.That position——was only my own.Severus tightened his lips, turned around sharply, and strode towards the cellar, the sharp pain in his left leg seemed to ease the throbbing of his heart.

"Ollivander still hasn't repaired the wand. If you allow me, I'd be happy to customize a brand new wand for you." Lucius glanced at Severus's obviously limping left leg, and reached out from the space pocket He took out his spare wand, "Before that, if you don't mind, you can use my—"

"You don't need to meddle in your own business, Mr. Malfoy." A hoarse and abrupt voice appeared in the air, "Such a cheap wand is not worthy of my dear El. Put away your humble little thoughts, Els Vaughan, my dear brother, I will take care of myself."