Chapter 463
Vampire Gathering
Chapter 463 Vampire Gathering
The long-haired vampire standing behind Lockhart opened his mouth, revealing his long, fangs, and leaned over to bite his neck.
"Wait! You can't do this!" Gal quickly stopped him.
"That's right, Artemis." The brown-haired man standing next to Gar said, "That is this brother's prey. He should be the first to taste it."
"Okay." The long-haired vampire let go of Lockhart with regret and said, "I'm really hungry."
His snake-like gaze swept back and forth over Lockhart's neck. Lockhart's body stiffened and he looked at Gar for help.
"Listen to me..." Gar's brain was working very fast, and he tried to speak in a "vampire-like" hungry tone: "This blood food is very rare. He is a wizard... So I think, after everything is over, I will invite everyone to slowly enjoy him."
Lockhart was so frightened that he could hardly think. Upon hearing this, he looked at Gar in horror with an expression that said, "I didn't expect you to be this kind of person."
"Wizard?" The long-haired vampire immediately became alert, searched Lockhart's body for the wand, broke it, and then showed a greedy smile: "I'm looking forward to it... By the way, what's your name?"
"Oliver!" Gar's heart skipped a beat and he made up a common name: "I'm Oliver Williams!"
"Oliver? Haha, you're the third Oliver I know! I'm Jack Roberts."
The brown-haired man patted his shoulder vigorously and said happily: "Although the first two didn't taste very good, I think we will definitely get along well!"
Gal smiled and nodded: "Of course! Of course!"
At the same time, he looked up at the sky with longing eyes, hoping that the owl that delivered the package would notice his situation and come to rescue him with his uncle.
But the owl had already flown far away, and he saw two bats flying in the distance.
—What's going on? A vampire party? So close to Hogwarts? Are they crazy?
Gal had his reasons for coming here. He couldn't understand why these vampires who were not being chased by Dementors would also run to this place.
He wanted to find out more, but was afraid of exposing himself as not being their companion, so he dared not say a word. After responding vaguely a few times, he kept silent and watched with a hint of fear.
Afterwards, everyone walked towards the edge of the village. Lockhart had his hands and feet tied and his mouth gagged. Two vampires were carrying him as he walked. He looked like a drunk.
Apart from the most central commercial district, the rest of Hogsmeade is actually no different from an ordinary village. Most of the place is very quiet, with houses sparsely scattered along both sides of the road. Some people who like to live in seclusion live in very remote areas.
But the place where the vampires went was a place that even Lockhart, who had studied at Hogwarts for seven years and been a professor for most of that year, had never been to. It was almost the farthest place to the west of the village.
It was an old wooden house with two floors, seven or eight windows, and even some thin branches growing up from close to the ground.
Lockhart didn't have a chance to see more. As soon as he entered the door, he was thrown into a dirty storage room and had a mouthful of dirt.
He managed to raise his head and saw that there was another person tied up in the storage room.
A young woman in a gray robe was sitting in the corner, crying softly with her head down and her hands covering her face. She seemed very scared.
"Be careful," Lockhart heard someone say. "Didn't you hear what the new guy said? This guy is a wizard."
"Got it." Another person came over with tape, wrapped Lockhart's mouth and fingers in a few seconds, then left them behind.
Hearing the sound of the door closing, Lockhart's face was filled with despair.
Even if he mastered the wandless and silent spell, it would not be easy to remove the very sticky tape from his body...not to mention that he didn't know how to do it.
Lockhart lay on the ground, shedding tears of regret.
If he had studied wandless and silent spells seriously when he was in school... or if he hadn't abused the Oblivion spell in pursuit of fame...
No, no, no, the biggest mistake was that I shouldn't have come to Hogwarts. It is simply a cursed place. Ever since I accepted the position of professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, bad luck has happened one after another and has never stopped.
Why is life so difficult?
As the long-haired woman next to him cried, Lockhart, who was unable to make a sound, silently shed tears for a while, and he also felt a little sympathy for the person next to him.
He tried to turn his head and wanted to ask the girl for help with his eyes - maybe this was one of his fans?
Even if she wasn't a fan, at least her hands seemed free, and she could just find a way to remove the tape from his body.
The long-haired woman was still crying, as if her tears were endless. Lockhart managed to hum twice to remind her of his presence.
As soon as the crying stopped, the woman slowly raised her head, revealing a pair of bloodshot eyes and a face with only one nostril.
……
Gar could also hear the cry that sounded like the cry of an owl. He looked at the door being closed and asked anxiously, "Who else is in there?"
"The owner of the house." said a red-haired vampire.
"What?" Gal said in surprise, "Is this her house? What if...if someone comes looking for her and finds us?"
"Don't worry, that's a banshee, no one wants to get close to them." The red-haired vampire pushed him in and said, "Let's go, most people are here."
Gar stumbled into the living room and saw that there were 20 to 30 vampires in this small house. The living room was dimly lit and filled with smoke, and dozens of dimly reflecting eyes looked at him.
Gal couldn't help but take a step back.
Then he was bumped back by Roberts who was walking behind him.
"What's wrong?" Roberts asked curiously.
"I... I'm a little worried about the blood food I brought..." Gar made up an excuse: "He won't be killed if he stays with the Banshee?"
"Read more, man," Roberts sneered. "Banshees are harmless. They just like to cry at the windows of dying people."
Gal had no choice but to walk in nervously, and then someone stuffed a goblet into his hand.
He bent down and smelled it, and found that it was fresh human blood mixed with a strange, cedar smell.
"Specially made for banshee." The vampire who stuffed the cup into his hand blinked and smiled, "You'll like it, brother."
Gal took two sips and felt that every cell in his throat and stomach was satisfied.
During the period of escape, he had few opportunities to drink human blood. Moreover, the refrigerated blood in the hospital was adulterated with something, and the taste was far worse than fresh blood.
If his life wasn't still in danger, Gal would have almost shouted excitedly, "Another drink!"
Even more fortunately, after listening for a while, he found that the others were not familiar with each other. They were just vampires who were in a bad situation and were "group-sent" an invitation letter. "Hi, hello." A young-looking vampire girl came over, clinked glasses with him and said, "I'm Sophia."
Gal said hurriedly: "I am...I am Oliver."
He almost forgot what the pseudonym he made up was.
Sophia drank some blood, approached and asked, "Do you think what is written in the invitation is true?"
"Ah? This..." Gar had no idea what was written on the invitation letter, so he said vaguely, "That should be it? You think it's unbelievable?"
He threw the question back.
"Who knows?" The girl leaned against the cabinet, looked at the vampires with black eyes in the room, and said, "They said that after success, everyone can get at least 30,000 Galleons. I dare not even dream of such a good thing..."
—How much? How much do you say?
Gal was so shocked that he almost spit out the blood in his mouth. He stretched his neck and swallowed it all in a "gulp". He finally understood why all the vampires in the room had that expression.
That kind of greed... that kind of desire... was not because they, like him, rarely drank blood, but because they were looking forward to more realistic and glittering gains.
——How can such a good thing happen near Hogwarts? What kind of action can earn hundreds of thousands of Galleons?
Although he didn't know the inside story, Gal had a strong sense of crisis and couldn't wait to escape.
He drank the blood in the cup in one gulp, put down the glass and chatted for a while, then covered his stomach and cried out, "Sophia, I think I'm allergic to the blood of the banshee. Can you tell me the toilet..."
But Sophia suddenly turned her eyes upward and said, "Look! That's probably our inviter."
Gar turned around and saw a man and a woman coming down from upstairs. The man had a dark temperament and exuded the feeling of a "dark wizard"; the woman looked like an ordinary housewife, but her eyes gave people a dangerous feeling.
"Welcome, welcome fellow compatriots."
The man smiled and said, "Thank you for accepting my invitation. I really miss the days when we worked together. Unfortunately, since the organization's bases have been destroyed one after another, we seem to have become lonely ghosts. I heard that many people have had a very difficult time recently..."
"Stop talking nonsense, Baird."
A vampire with a scar on his face said, "We are just cannon fodder thrown into the battlefield by the organization and luckily survived. We are different from you who are favored by the boss."
"That's right, we just want to hear what big business you're talking about." Another vampire with terrible burns showed a hideous smile: "If you lie to me, I swear I will tear you into pieces!"
Gar could see that most people here didn't actually believe there was such a "big business" worth hundreds of thousands of Galleons, but they were just greedy, so he decided to come and take a look.
And for most of them, even if they couldn't get 20,000 Galleons, it would be worth doing the dirty work if they could earn a few thousand... or a few hundred Galleons.
"After listening to this, you will understand why they were able to get so much money. In fact... the real number may be even higher."
Baird gave a mysterious smile.
……
"Are you kidding me? Kidnapping Hogwarts students? Or Weed Grey?" Roberts roared, "Do you want to die? If you want to die, don't take me with you!"
He turned to leave, but was stopped at the door by the scarred vampire.
"Considering the sales of his works, Weed Grey does have hundreds of thousands, or even millions of Galleons in his vault, but with Dumbledore around, no one can touch him."
Scar Vampire asked calmly:
"Baird, I guess you don't want to commit suicide either, so what's the plan?"
"I have received word that Dumbledore needs to meet with the headmaster of Beauxbatons this weekend."
Baird smiled and said, "It's the Hogsmeade weekend, everyone. All the wizard kids are running around in this village. No one will notice if one or two disappear."
"Do you want to rush into the crowd and kidnap such a conspicuous wizard?" Roberts sneered, "I bet that if you do this, Dumbledore will appear within three seconds!"
"Yes, so someone needs to lead him here. Even if he is caught, no one will find out." Baird said, "I have already arranged this most difficult step. Someone will bring Wade Grey here. Do you have any questions?"
"Even so..." Artemis said nervously, "There is no guarantee that everything will go well. He might bring his friends with him, or a professor from Hogwarts might show up suddenly..."
"So I invited you guys! If there's such a sure thing, I'll do it alone!" Baird said bluntly, "But if it goes well, it'll be as easy as picking up money from the ground!"
"What if it doesn't go well? Besides Dumbledore, there are many powerful professors in Hogwarts. Even this village is full of wizards..." Artemis said worriedly.
"If you get caught, you might die." Baird shrugged and smiled, "--and then the others will get more money."
Thinking of the glittering mountain of gold, the vampires' eyes suddenly became more greedy.
The burned vampire licked his lips and said, "It's definitely worth a try. Baird, how are we going to divide the profits?"
"I just want the person, alive." Baird said, "All the assets in that kid's vault belong to you."
"After you catch him, how are you going to escape?" Scarred Vampire asked, "Do you have a door key?"
"That's not going to happen. The wizard in the organization who can help make the portkey has been killed by Grindelwald." Baird said regretfully: "We can only use Floo powder. Fortunately, there is a fireplace in this house."
Everyone was silent for a moment.
The fireplace in this house can only accommodate two people at a time, which means it will take quite some time to move everyone to a safe place.
Because they couldn't turn into bats and still clearly and accurately tell the location of the floo.
If the capture operation was exposed in advance, the vampires left behind would be doomed. At that time, they might immediately start killing each other in order to compete for the opportunity to escape.
But correspondingly, as long as you are not exposed within half an hour... or even twenty minutes, then this is indeed an easy money-making operation.
No one thought that dozens of vampires would be unable to catch a teenager. They were only worried that they would become cannon fodder that fell behind.
After a moment's silence, everyone tacitly suppressed their worries and fears and began to discuss the details of the action.
(End of this chapter)