READ WEBNOVEL Conquering the Heavens: Beginning at Hogwarts
Chapter 7 Good Guy, I Can't Beat It (Modified)
Chapter 7 Good Guy, I Can't Beat It (Modified)
London, somewhere underground.
A group of people in aristocratic costumes sat at a round table, surrounded by darkness, and their faces could not be seen clearly.
"Who did it?" The old voice echoed in the empty, dark hall.
"I did it, Elder."
A man in red and green clothes stood up and heard the voice, he seemed to be a young man in his 20s.
"why?"
"Because he killed our people, killed my brother."
"Your brother? That trash? As I said, the current situation is very delicate, we should not take action! You stop immediately, go and release those people, clear your memory, and act as if nothing happened."
"But--"
"No but!"
The elder's voice was slightly higher.
"Yes."
The man saluted respectfully, but anyone could hear the dissatisfaction in this sentence.
He turned around, turned into a cloud of blood mist, and disappeared.
When the young vampire had gone, the elder spoke again:
"Any news from the man over in Durmstrang?"
"Yes, the lord invites you to the party..."
"Well...then go. Be safe, don't get involved with that silly boy, and throw him out if necessary."
"clear."
As the last voice fell, the people who were still sitting in their seats disappeared in an instant, leaving only the empty hall and bats flapping their wings.
On the outskirts of London, in a manor.
A mass of dark red mist traveled along the wind and drifted into the largest villa in the manor.
As soon as it landed, Langton immediately grabbed a cup on the table and smashed it hard on the ground.
boom!
"Humph!"
He kicked angrily at the table next to him. The moment he was kicked, the table burst open and turned into a handful of sawdust.
"That old thing! Every day, you know how to be a shrinking turtle! What wizards, what Ministry of Magic, can those rubbish compare with noble bloods?!"
"Of course not, the origin of the blood race is much stronger than that of humans."
A black smoke suddenly rose from Langton's body, and then formed a masked head.
"Don't worry, with my help, you can become a god like Blood Patriarch Cain sooner or later."
"That's not what I'm worried about. What I want now is to tear the man who killed my brother to pieces!"
"Then go ahead. With your current ability, it's easy to kill a first-rank demon hunter suspected of being the Holy See, but be careful not to show your feet."
After the black shadow finished speaking, he retracted into Langton's body again, as if he had never appeared before.
Langton leaned on the sofa, watching the TV in front of him, and in the TV,
Three people, one man, two women, were bound hand and foot, blindfolded, and tied up in a dimly lit room.
The fear and anxiety on the faces of the three can be clearly seen from the TV.
Langton twitched his mouth and said disdainfully, "Of course not, human beings? Heh! They don't even have the right to be tortured by me."
……
After confirming the task, Pan De walked out of the house wearing a mask.
Come across the road.
The young man holding the sign naturally saw Pan De, who was dressed maturely but was so short
"Hey buddy, are you a midget - oh! Shet!"
Pan De withdrew his fist, looked at the young man who was lying on the ground holding his nose and scolding angrily, finally he felt relieved.
It can only be said that he is indeed a Frenchman who has never experienced severe beatings, and he is so cute with just one mouthful.
"You, what are you doing! Oh. It hurts me to death"
Pan De picked up the sign on the ground, ignored the young man's wailing, and returned home again.
Pan De flipped through the sign, found a warped corner on the corner, tried to tear it off, and sure enough there was a mystery inside,
is an address.
"It's really bold. After provoking you, you still left your address. Do you want to provoke me a second time?"
Pan De took out the map, looked for it on the map,
This is an abandoned factory, which has been abandoned for almost half a century. It was an arsenal during the First World War. It belongs to the kind of restricted area for ordinary people, where no one usually goes.
"Let me see"
Pan De walked to his bookcase and rummaged for a while, and finally found a picture album that was about to rot in the corner.
He received it from a veteran. At first, he remembered it as a blueprint, and it cost him three pounds.
"Well, it's true. Sure enough, collecting garbage is much more useful than working part-time."
Pan De compared the photos of the arsenal on the map, and found that it was indeed the design drawing of that factory. From this point of view, it is really possible to say whose home this arsenal is.
Night fell again, and the brilliance of the stars shone down, which made Pendor feel relieved.
"The solar system, the nine planets, this arrangement is very wonderful, much more subtle than some areas in Vaatlan, maybe I can use this to build my own core engraving."
The neighborhoods in London are different from those in Huaxia. They are quiet and there are not so many disturbances, which are very suitable for stargazing.
"It's only nine o'clock in the evening. Have these people even turned off the street lights? It really saves electricity."
Pan De was dressed in black, with his hands in his pockets, and walked towards the suburbs while complaining.
What he didn't realize was that a black cat was watching him silently from a distance.
More than ten o'clock.
Pan De came to the gate of the factory, and before he entered, he smelled a familiar stench.
"Vampires, shouldn't the vampires in the Harry Potter world be weak? Why do you dare to provoke them?"
Taking out the crossbow, Pendor walked into the factory cautiously.
His clothes are very suitable for the environment here, as soon as he steps into it, he immediately blends in with the environment.
Pendor slowed down.
The structure of the entire factory, including every passage, and even where is suitable for ambush, and where is suitable for traps, he is very clear.
It was very quiet along the way, until Pender came to an open space in the factory.
The three members of the tiger family were all tied up there, and a beam of light shone on their heads, just like the beginning of a drama.
As soon as Pan De saw this scene, he directly shot out the ordinary crossbow arrows and rescued the three people who had been hoisted.
"what!"
Bang!
The sudden weightlessness made Tiger's wife and daughter scream,
But fortunately, it is not high from the ground, so just sitting on the ground is better than hanging up.
Pop, pop, pop!
Seeing this, Langton walked out from the side with elegant steps while clapping his hands.
He looked ahead, it was pitch black, but he knew that Pendor was squatting there.
"Yes, you are the demon hunter who killed my brother with a crossbow, right? You seem confident enough to run over alone."
As Langton said, the expression on his face changed. His originally handsome face suddenly turned into a scary bat face!
The scarlet eyes were full of cruelty, and the sharp fangs were looming in the slightly opened mouth.
But it was only a moment, and Langton returned to his human appearance.
And around him, pale-faced people came out like walking corpses.
Judging by their clothes, they seem to be a gang in the neighborhood.
But looking at the current appearance, they have all become blood slaves.
Blood slaves, a method of using blood magic to transform ordinary humans into pseudo-vampires.
Vampires transformed in this way can have a little bit of vampire strength and speed, up to twice the human limit, but they can't produce magic power and are extremely afraid of sunlight.
Even in the transformation process, it is very easy to fail, and those who fail will become "living dead blood slaves", without wisdom, just a living rotten flesh, which exists exclusively as a blood bank for vampires.
"What? Why don't you come out? Let me see how powerful a demon hunter is!"
"Isn't the Holy See very rampant!"
Langton yelled towards the place where the crossbow arrow flew out, it looked extremely rampant.
Pender didn't speak.
"Good guy, there are so many."
Calculating silently in my heart,
Blood slave. A total of about 150. The average body value above 15 cannot prevent fatal injuries. Crossbow arrows can solve it, but the number is not enough.
Although I don't know how the level is calculated in the HP world, but according to the energy division, this should be a guy above the second level.
Second-tier magician level.
I have 50 crossbow bolts, half of which have added the penetrating mark, and a special extended crossbow bolt, which has added the mark of breaking the magic.
Based on the usual combat power of a vampire, unless a first-level demon hunter has the evil-slaying engraving, it is difficult to cause substantial damage to it. This way...
good guy.
I can't beat him.
But the tiger was saved, this guy still owes me money!
(End of this chapter)
London, somewhere underground.
A group of people in aristocratic costumes sat at a round table, surrounded by darkness, and their faces could not be seen clearly.
"Who did it?" The old voice echoed in the empty, dark hall.
"I did it, Elder."
A man in red and green clothes stood up and heard the voice, he seemed to be a young man in his 20s.
"why?"
"Because he killed our people, killed my brother."
"Your brother? That trash? As I said, the current situation is very delicate, we should not take action! You stop immediately, go and release those people, clear your memory, and act as if nothing happened."
"But--"
"No but!"
The elder's voice was slightly higher.
"Yes."
The man saluted respectfully, but anyone could hear the dissatisfaction in this sentence.
He turned around, turned into a cloud of blood mist, and disappeared.
When the young vampire had gone, the elder spoke again:
"Any news from the man over in Durmstrang?"
"Yes, the lord invites you to the party..."
"Well...then go. Be safe, don't get involved with that silly boy, and throw him out if necessary."
"clear."
As the last voice fell, the people who were still sitting in their seats disappeared in an instant, leaving only the empty hall and bats flapping their wings.
On the outskirts of London, in a manor.
A mass of dark red mist traveled along the wind and drifted into the largest villa in the manor.
As soon as it landed, Langton immediately grabbed a cup on the table and smashed it hard on the ground.
boom!
"Humph!"
He kicked angrily at the table next to him. The moment he was kicked, the table burst open and turned into a handful of sawdust.
"That old thing! Every day, you know how to be a shrinking turtle! What wizards, what Ministry of Magic, can those rubbish compare with noble bloods?!"
"Of course not, the origin of the blood race is much stronger than that of humans."
A black smoke suddenly rose from Langton's body, and then formed a masked head.
"Don't worry, with my help, you can become a god like Blood Patriarch Cain sooner or later."
"That's not what I'm worried about. What I want now is to tear the man who killed my brother to pieces!"
"Then go ahead. With your current ability, it's easy to kill a first-rank demon hunter suspected of being the Holy See, but be careful not to show your feet."
After the black shadow finished speaking, he retracted into Langton's body again, as if he had never appeared before.
Langton leaned on the sofa, watching the TV in front of him, and in the TV,
Three people, one man, two women, were bound hand and foot, blindfolded, and tied up in a dimly lit room.
The fear and anxiety on the faces of the three can be clearly seen from the TV.
Langton twitched his mouth and said disdainfully, "Of course not, human beings? Heh! They don't even have the right to be tortured by me."
……
After confirming the task, Pan De walked out of the house wearing a mask.
Come across the road.
The young man holding the sign naturally saw Pan De, who was dressed maturely but was so short
"Hey buddy, are you a midget - oh! Shet!"
Pan De withdrew his fist, looked at the young man who was lying on the ground holding his nose and scolding angrily, finally he felt relieved.
It can only be said that he is indeed a Frenchman who has never experienced severe beatings, and he is so cute with just one mouthful.
"You, what are you doing! Oh. It hurts me to death"
Pan De picked up the sign on the ground, ignored the young man's wailing, and returned home again.
Pan De flipped through the sign, found a warped corner on the corner, tried to tear it off, and sure enough there was a mystery inside,
is an address.
"It's really bold. After provoking you, you still left your address. Do you want to provoke me a second time?"
Pan De took out the map, looked for it on the map,
This is an abandoned factory, which has been abandoned for almost half a century. It was an arsenal during the First World War. It belongs to the kind of restricted area for ordinary people, where no one usually goes.
"Let me see"
Pan De walked to his bookcase and rummaged for a while, and finally found a picture album that was about to rot in the corner.
He received it from a veteran. At first, he remembered it as a blueprint, and it cost him three pounds.
"Well, it's true. Sure enough, collecting garbage is much more useful than working part-time."
Pan De compared the photos of the arsenal on the map, and found that it was indeed the design drawing of that factory. From this point of view, it is really possible to say whose home this arsenal is.
Night fell again, and the brilliance of the stars shone down, which made Pendor feel relieved.
"The solar system, the nine planets, this arrangement is very wonderful, much more subtle than some areas in Vaatlan, maybe I can use this to build my own core engraving."
The neighborhoods in London are different from those in Huaxia. They are quiet and there are not so many disturbances, which are very suitable for stargazing.
"It's only nine o'clock in the evening. Have these people even turned off the street lights? It really saves electricity."
Pan De was dressed in black, with his hands in his pockets, and walked towards the suburbs while complaining.
What he didn't realize was that a black cat was watching him silently from a distance.
More than ten o'clock.
Pan De came to the gate of the factory, and before he entered, he smelled a familiar stench.
"Vampires, shouldn't the vampires in the Harry Potter world be weak? Why do you dare to provoke them?"
Taking out the crossbow, Pendor walked into the factory cautiously.
His clothes are very suitable for the environment here, as soon as he steps into it, he immediately blends in with the environment.
Pendor slowed down.
The structure of the entire factory, including every passage, and even where is suitable for ambush, and where is suitable for traps, he is very clear.
It was very quiet along the way, until Pender came to an open space in the factory.
The three members of the tiger family were all tied up there, and a beam of light shone on their heads, just like the beginning of a drama.
As soon as Pan De saw this scene, he directly shot out the ordinary crossbow arrows and rescued the three people who had been hoisted.
"what!"
Bang!
The sudden weightlessness made Tiger's wife and daughter scream,
But fortunately, it is not high from the ground, so just sitting on the ground is better than hanging up.
Pop, pop, pop!
Seeing this, Langton walked out from the side with elegant steps while clapping his hands.
He looked ahead, it was pitch black, but he knew that Pendor was squatting there.
"Yes, you are the demon hunter who killed my brother with a crossbow, right? You seem confident enough to run over alone."
As Langton said, the expression on his face changed. His originally handsome face suddenly turned into a scary bat face!
The scarlet eyes were full of cruelty, and the sharp fangs were looming in the slightly opened mouth.
But it was only a moment, and Langton returned to his human appearance.
And around him, pale-faced people came out like walking corpses.
Judging by their clothes, they seem to be a gang in the neighborhood.
But looking at the current appearance, they have all become blood slaves.
Blood slaves, a method of using blood magic to transform ordinary humans into pseudo-vampires.
Vampires transformed in this way can have a little bit of vampire strength and speed, up to twice the human limit, but they can't produce magic power and are extremely afraid of sunlight.
Even in the transformation process, it is very easy to fail, and those who fail will become "living dead blood slaves", without wisdom, just a living rotten flesh, which exists exclusively as a blood bank for vampires.
"What? Why don't you come out? Let me see how powerful a demon hunter is!"
"Isn't the Holy See very rampant!"
Langton yelled towards the place where the crossbow arrow flew out, it looked extremely rampant.
Pender didn't speak.
"Good guy, there are so many."
Calculating silently in my heart,
Blood slave. A total of about 150. The average body value above 15 cannot prevent fatal injuries. Crossbow arrows can solve it, but the number is not enough.
Although I don't know how the level is calculated in the HP world, but according to the energy division, this should be a guy above the second level.
Second-tier magician level.
I have 50 crossbow bolts, half of which have added the penetrating mark, and a special extended crossbow bolt, which has added the mark of breaking the magic.
Based on the usual combat power of a vampire, unless a first-level demon hunter has the evil-slaying engraving, it is difficult to cause substantial damage to it. This way...
good guy.
I can't beat him.
But the tiger was saved, this guy still owes me money!
(End of this chapter)
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