The leader of HP arrives

The gate crashed down with a loud bang, and at the same time the well-trained spells of the first Oro Squad slammed out.The spell that was shining with green light seemed to be blocked by an invisible wall, and it couldn't hurt the wizard behind at all. The sharp fangs protruded from the corners of his lips, shining with a fierce light of choosing someone to bite.More Oro joined the battle, and the transparent curtain wall trembled constantly, facing the danger of collapse at any time.But this conjecture was quickly broken again, the woman outside the door suddenly waved her arms and turned into hundreds of blood-red bats scattered across the blockade of Oro.

The strong smell of blood was almost suffocating, and the few Oros closest to the door dropped their wands in panic, and tremblingly squeezed out the words forgotten deep in their memory, "Vampire——"

This conjecture caused a new round of panic. Blood races had disappeared in the magical world for nearly a thousand years. Except for a few pure-blood wizards, most wizards present even believed that vampires did not exist, but were just creatures fabricated by Muggles.At this moment, those fabricated storylines and horror images rushed to emerge from the depths of memory, exaggerating the suffocating fear.

The effect of the Felicia Elixir was still there, but such a weak effect was not enough to cover up the strong fear in his heart.Fudge bit his lower lip tightly, and stared in fear as he watched countless blood-red bats fall down, and the gathered bats squirmed and turned back into a woman in a blink of an eye.He opened his mouth, but fear blocked his throat like a stone. What he was facing was undoubtedly a blood race, a race that had been theoretically extinct.Fudge struggled to turn his thoughts that were almost frozen by the bloody aura, and tremblingly pulled out a silver cross from his collar and held it on his chest.

"Let me see, what a disgusting cross, a poor ghost who seeks refuge from his enemies." The Blood Race laughed with a metallic silver voice, "Many years ago, wizards were tied to such a cross to be executed at the stake. Of course, you must not imagine, howling, pain, fear, what a beautiful bonfire, what a wonderful memory. I remember the most wonderful fire, a Slytherin wizard was executed, the whole castle burned, terrible flames tearing apart the night sky—”

"This seat is not Elsvaughn Slytherin." The curtain that had been hanging down finally rose, and Dongfang Bubai slowly came out from behind the curtain. His bright red velvet robe and blood-red eyes made him look like It's another blood race, "I don't want to pay attention to the grievances between Elsvaughn and Slytherin, but I'd be more than happy to liquidate what you did at Hogwarts."

"I really like you, poor little thing, especially your expression is exactly the same as Joyce." The blood race turned slightly to look at Lucius who appeared behind him, and smiled coldly, "As long as one Thinking of these two identical faces showing fear, pain, and helplessness, just thinking of the tears of regret flowing from these two pairs of red eyes-I even want to thank you Merlin, the magical creator, how wonderful coincidence."

Scrimgeour rushed over from the side with a small group of Aurors, sparks of offensive spells flew, but still did not burn even a single hair of the Blood Race.The strength of the blood clan was far stronger than that night at Hogwarts, Dongfang Bubai raised his eyebrows, shook his wrist, the Elder Wand slipped on his fingertips, and blurted out the incantation of hellfire.

The hall fell silent for an instant, and the pale elder wand trembled under the eyes of everyone, as if something was about to struggle out of the wand.But nothing happened, except for the cold metallic voice of the blood clan, the hall was silent.Dongfang's fingers tightened, and the Elder Wand slowly calmed down again, looking like a most ordinary branch.

Dongfang Bubai silently raised his head and looked at the blood race in front of him. A few familiar figures appeared outside the gate. That night more than ten years ago, that night in Govik Valley, was repeated at this moment.

"Bellatrix, Rodolphus, Sirius, Regulus, and Professor Quirrell." Lucius walked to Dongfang calmly, starting from the loss of control of his master's magic power in Azkaban, The Blood Race appeared in the Ministry of Magic in a fair manner, and now four long-lost prisoners of Azkaban suddenly appeared here holding Quirrell, and the platinum nobles instinctively felt that the situation was out of control.

"I'm sorry to see you here, Mr. Malfoy." Quirrell glanced sideways at Bella's pale and thin cheeks. The blood had begun to coagulate, and bruised and twisted blood vessels emerged, making the witch look hideous.His eyes flickered, a sterling silver dagger suddenly appeared in his hand and forced Bella back, the always submissive Quirrell finally disappeared, his voice was low and smooth, "You shouldn't come here, Christina .A vampire cannot enter an owner's house without an invitation, and I'm sure there's no way you don't know the cost of doing so."

The blood race cannot enter the owner's house without authorization. The history of this curse is even older than the contract 1000 years ago, dating back to the era when the blood race was most prosperous.It is said that in honor of her daughter who was killed by a vampire, a great witch cursed the descendants of the entire blood race with mysterious and ancient black magic.The vampires born after that would bleed to death from their seven orifices once they violated this curse.

"Ministry of Magic, funds for reconstruction," Fudge kept trembling fingers holding the cross, and finally choked up in despair, "Most of the funds for post-war reconstruction came from the Black family—" The victory of the Order of the Phoenix failed to bring Whatever the spoils, with Death Eaters in prison and the Slytherins dormant, the economy of British wizarding society is as fragile as the foam on butterbeer.For the Ministry of Magic at that time, nothing could be more urgent and important than the strong wealth of the Black family, and because of this, with the acquiescence of the Wizengamot, the Black brothers were thrown into Azkaban without trial. .

"Greed and ignorance, a race that has nothing but blood." Christina sneered, and the four new blood races led by Bella had given up besieging Quirrell, and instead attacked the reporters and Aurors present, "And You, Ellswarn, you'd better stay where you are and wait for Joyce to come. Don't try to make unnecessary resistance, remember that bottle of potion?" She glanced at Lucius' pale face "Oh, of course you will remember. Of course Mulgraf will not give you precious blood. Besides me, who else can be so kind and generous?"

"Master." Lucius hung Dongfang's clothes with one hand and clasped the door key on his fingertips with the other, ready to leave at any time.The blood race has a strict hierarchy, whether it is voluntary or forced, there is no doubt that Sirius and Regulus are now under the control of this blood race named Christina.

"It's okay." Dongfang Bubai looked down at the old wand in his hand, slightly hooked the corner of his mouth, and casually inserted the wand back into his sleeve, "You can't kill a chicken with a bull's knife."

Christina couldn't understand Chinese, but even so, the arrogance and disdain in Dongfang Bubai's tone was not difficult to understand.The blood clan snorted coldly, his figure suddenly disappeared into the air, and his sharp fingertips pierced Dongfang's chest.Lucius's continuous spells could only drag a bright spark behind the blood race, but the blood race's attack failed. Dongfang Bubai was like a prophet who had not yet served, a sterling silver dagger had already resisted the blood race wrist.The stench and pungent smell of blood spread, and the viscous blood flowed down Christina's fingers, quickly corroding the marble floor.

"The war is about to begin—" The power was quickly pulled out of her body, and Christina blinked her eyes vigorously. This was by no means a speed and strength that a mortal could possess. She almost thought that what was standing in front of her was Joyce himself.She touched Dongfang Bubai's chest with difficulty, the human body temperature almost burned her cold fingers, another dagger pierced her chest, and the huge magic power exploded in her heart, "This war, you, No one can escape—"

Christina's beautiful appearance soon decayed, Lucius carefully let go of the dagger in his hand, and walked around Dongfang Bubai.The stiff body of the vampire hit the ground heavily, but such an injury could not really kill a vampire, as long as enough blood and time were needed, she could come alive at any time, just like Joyce once.

"It's not safe here, we'd better go back to Malfoy Manor." The battle in the hall did not end because of Christina's defeat, Fudge had already left the hall under the protection of several Aurors, and the remaining Aurors Luo and ordinary wizards are still fighting against the new blood race headed by Bella.Lucius frowned. He had already foreseen the outcome of this battle. It was impossible for the newly born blood race to resist wizards who were several times stronger than him, but the Aurors who took the lead would inevitably sacrifice several people.

He glanced at the indifferent heir of Slytherin again, "If Christina can control Bella and the others, she may not be able to control more wizards. I am worried about Draco. Even if Fenrir stays in Malfoy Manor, no one will be able to control them." Can't figure out Grinwald's thoughts, just like for decades, no one except Dumbledore knows the real reason why he was imprisoned in Nurmengard himself—"

This child who looks like Abraxas and is loved by Lucius has always been able to impress Dongfang Bubai. When the two returned to Malfoy Manor, what they saw was the pale face of the little wizard pretending to be calm. The dark aura that couldn't be concealed made Fenrir circle around the reception room restlessly.

"Go back to your room, Drake." Lucius cast a healing spell, and Drake's body was not harmed by the black magic, which made the platinum nobles heave a sigh of relief, "Werewolves and vampires are no longer welcome. , please stay sane and accompany Draco upstairs, Mr. Fenrir."

"That vampire—" Fenrir clenched his fist vigorously, grabbed Drake's collar, and rushed upstairs with strides, "Damn vampire!"