The Return to Hogwarts

Meanwhile, Selena and Eriel, inside the other two barriers, also showed expressions of relief. They looked at Fawkes with respect before their gazes fell upon the pool of blood radiating eerie magic.

Despite the fierce battle, the vampires have suffered heavy losses, but at a glance, half of them remain. The Aurors, while suffering no casualties, have depleted their magic power. At this rate, they may not be able to break through the blockade and stop the vampire they have already experienced as terrifying.

Wiping the sweat from his brow, Sirius looked at Amelia, then at the many hunched-over, panting Security Department Aurors behind him, and immediately made an accurate assessment.

"Fox!"

Sirius called out again to the gliding phoenix.

"We're afraid we need reinforcements, if you could get Amosta—"

Click!

At that moment, a deafening thunderclap suddenly resounded from the void, and the blood-red light that burst forth from the blood pool instantly obscured everything in everyone's sight. The pressure, as if they were in an abyss, caused many exhausted Aurors to kneel down!

In a daze, Sirius seemed to see a hideous and terrifying sea of ​​blood appear before him, with countless corpses floating in it, just like the Lake of the Dead created by Voldemort and ultimately destroyed by Amostella!

"successful"

Morgans was able to withstand the pressure, but the moment it saw the young and handsome face emerge from the nearly dried-up pool of blood, it knelt down on its own initiative, as if on a pilgrimage, its whole body trembling with excitement.

It's finally almost finished.

Grevis lowered his wand and looked at the vampire, dressed in magnificent medieval noble attire, floating slightly at the bottom of the pool. He could feel the evil magic hidden within that body, as turbulent as a raging sea, making his heart pound uncontrollably and even giving him the urge to escape.

The blood pool finally reached its bottom. Bathed in the blood-red moonlight, the vampire's eyes, which had always been tightly closed, trembled slightly. The powerful magic radiating from him even caused the space surrounding him to distort and become hazy.

One after another, the vampires stopped attacking the Aurors. They bowed down like Morgans, devoutly welcoming the 'God' who could lead them to a free and unrestrained life back to the human world!

The Aurors seem destined for defeat, and the vampires are finally about to achieve their ambitions.

An invisible yet palpable pressure silenced everyone, leaving them in despair as they awaited the return of yet another demon to the world. But then, a cold, sharp shout suddenly rang out in the tranquil hall.

"Avada Kedavra!"

It's Grevis!

His wand, which had been hanging by his side, suddenly rose and then slashed down sharply. The green light emanating from the tip of the wand blurred the astonished Morgans's vision. Then, the light in the vampire's crimson eyes quickly faded, and his bewildered and unwilling face turned toward the cold-faced Grevis, his lips moving a few times.

boom--

The falling body splattered a few drops of glistening blood, reflecting Grevis's indifferent and cold eyes, and also reflecting the bewildered faces in the quiet, deathly hall.

Did Grevis kill Morgans, and kill the true leader of this group of vampires?!

What happened? Did Grevis suddenly have a change of heart?

Half a minute later, Sirius was the first to come to his senses. His gray eyes were filled with astonishment. He didn't realize that the Morgens fang that Amostall had given him had quietly left his pocket and was slowly rising in the rustling dust, floating to Fawkes, who was squatting on a collapsed steel frame.

Fox, whose eyes had turned a deep blue, turned his head to look at the fangs that were shrouded in purple light. He showed no surprise, only a solemn expression in his eyes.

Ancient and malevolent spells echoed in the quiet hall. Grevis was enveloped in a dark light, and as he waved his wand, he seemed to be enduring immense pain. His face was contorted and grotesque, and he was drenched in cold sweat, yet his spellcasting movements remained fluid, as if he had practiced it thousands of times.

As Grevis swung his wand one last time, the intense pain caused him to roar uncontrollably. The roar was filled with agony, as if he had been struck by a powerful Cruciatus Curse, making Amelia tremble.

The radiance surrounding Grevis deepened, transforming into a dense, crackling black mist. A burst of pure white light erupted from him, and with the direction of his wand, it plunged into the blood pool, piercing the ancestral vampire's body.

Fox, crouching on the steel frame, gleamed with a sharp light in his azure eyes, as if he had witnessed some incredible phenomenon.

Meanwhile, in the World Trade Center hotel, Amosta, whose chin was supported by interlaced fists, slowly opened his tightly closed eyes. A chilling glint flashed in his incredibly deep purple pupils.

"A Horcrux?"

With a soft groan, Amosta slowly stood up.

Chapter 955 The oriole is behind

2024-06-03

No one uttered a sound. Everyone—vampires and Aurors alike—watched Trak Grevis act on his own without uttering a word, for what was happening before their eyes was beyond their comprehension.

They simply couldn't understand why Grevis wanted to kill Morgans, nor could they comprehend what kind of magic Grevis was now using that even dark creatures like vampires genuinely considered incredibly evil.

That shimmering white orb... What did Grevis do to the ancestors of this vampire race?

But it is obvious that this was neither a sudden change of heart on Grevis's part nor a spur-of-the-moment decision, but something he had planned long ago.

An unseen sense of impending doom tormented Sirius's sensitive nerves. He could no longer bear it; even this seasoned veteran's voice trembled slightly.

"What exactly did you do?"

Grevis knelt on the ground, his heavy breathing like a bellows being pulled. His gray hair was completely soaked with sweat, and the wet hair fell down, obscuring his eyes.

"you--"

Sirius was about to ask another question, but just as he was about to ask—

hum!

A powerful wave swept outwards from the blood pool, and all the creatures touched by the crimson ripples, whether vampires or Aurors, paled instantly!

In the hall, one after another, the creatures knelt down, not only the vampires, but also the Aurors and Sirius Black—

A fierce glint flashed in Sirius's gray eyes. He gritted his teeth, trying to stand up, but his body was completely beyond his control. Another force completely dominated and paralyzed his body—his blood!

The blood in each person's body governs their essence, submitting to the resurrected blood monarch!

Splash--

The sound of rippling water filled everyone's ears, a sound like the rising and falling of the tide under the moonlight, crisp and melodious, captivating all who heard it. Many Aurors' expressions became dazed, as if their minds had been manipulated, but Sirius Black was not. His eyes remained clear, staring fiercely at Gravis, however—

Wow!

Sirius's sharp gaze suddenly froze, and a trace of fear seeped into his stiff eyes, boiling uncontrollably!

Behind Grevis was a corpse. No, it was no longer a corpse, but the resurrected vampire lord. It was surrounded by a blood-red light that was as clear and transparent as blood, like a majestic blood moon rising from behind the sea!

Sirius Black stared at his vampire ancestor as he slowly opened his vibrant red eyes.

This vampire was probably the most beautiful creature he had ever seen in his life. It had fair skin that surpassed even the most beautiful woman, and stunningly deep features that seemed to combine the best features of countless people. Every life whose gaze fell upon that handsome face felt their heart race and their heart flutter.

The only thing that wasn't beautiful was the two stark white, menacing fangs that protruded from its lips.

This is definitely not someone he, or anyone his group can handle—Sirius's mind is still clear. He wants to look at Fawkes and remind him to hurry up and find Amosta.

Within the current realm of the American magical world, only Amosta has the potential to defeat this evil and terrifying creature!

However, Sirius couldn't do it.

His body was restrained, and he could not make a sound. He could only glare angrily and resentfully at the vampire who had spared the source of all evil.

Sirius's eyes suddenly widened in surprise.

Those were clear, crystalline red eyes comparable to Fox's ruby ​​eyes, perfectly matching the face of their owner, breathtakingly beautiful, but...

"Hehehe"

Laughter suddenly broke the oppressive silence of the hall, drawing everyone's attention to Grevis.

"Ho ho."

The laughter gradually grew manic, eventually becoming completely unrestrained.

"Hahaha!"

Kneeling by the pool of blood, facing the Blood Lord who had fallen from the pool to the edge, his shoulders trembling slightly as if in worship, Grevis finally raised his head, his eyes blazing with madness!

Grevis leaped up lightly, ripped open his shirt again, and when his gaze fell on his upper body, he finally burst into wild laughter.

Sirius knew the reason for Grevis's appearance, and he blinked with difficulty, looking incredulous.

They had just seen Grevis's upper body, a body torn apart by crisscrossing black blood vessels. But now, the situation was completely different. Grevis's body had returned to normal, and his strong torso exuded the boundless energy of a teenager!

Is it really resolved?

Sirius, Amelia, Eriel, and Selena—the four who had just heard Grevis recount his past in this hall—all wore incredulous expressions. Although Grevis claimed to have confirmed with the vampires that he could return to normal if he resurrected his vampire master, the others remained skeptical. Looking at the whole affair, Grevis seemed far too much like a tool being used by the vampires!

Moreover, this frozen progenitor of vampires didn't do anything, so why was Grevis's curse automatically lifted?!

"Hehe, this day--"

The laughter turned eerie. Grevis by the pool still had the same face as before, but everyone who knew him felt an overwhelming sense of unfamiliarity. This unfamiliarity was even different from before.

Upon learning that Grevis had betrayed justice and embraced darkness, Selena and Eriel felt that their idol had become a stranger. Yet, he was still familiar to them. But now, the man whose face had suddenly turned incredibly sinister left the Aurors completely bewildered.

Sirius, however, sensed a familiar feeling in the 'newborn' Greaves; he seemed to see Voldemort's shadow in Greaves!

"what--"

Grevis spread his arms wide, facing the sky, a twisted, excited smile on his face.

"This day has finally arrived! What a liberating feeling!"

Grevis lowered his head, looking at his outstretched hands. The evil and sinister aura emanating from him was simply too much to bear!

clatter--

Stepping over the pool of blood splattered on the ground, Grevis's gaze finally settled on the 'reborn' progenitor of vampires, a mocking and disdainful expression on his face. He raised his hand and patted its shoulder, letting out two contemptuous snorts.

“Gregrevis, sir—”

After Gravis made his move, the heavy pressure in the hall dissipated considerably. The vampire at the very front, who had once revered them like gods but now resembled a manipulated puppet—his teeth chattering—looked bewildered.

“What on earth is going on, Mr. Grevis, our progenitor? It has been resurrected, hasn’t it? Why did you kill Mr. Morgans—”

"Oh, that's an interesting question--"