Marvel – Immortal Path

divine blood is running, Ether is mobilized, and witchcraft fluctuations cancel the constant stealth incantion.

Harry showed his figure from behind the reef, Crimson Lightning sprayed from the tip of the holly wood wand, and hit the werewolf in a distance.

The power of witchcraft was demonstrated. The werewolf trembled and convulsed all over, and his hands couldn't help loosening his strength, releasing the boy.

However, as Li Ang said, the Werewolves in Scotland, who have been provided by divine blood for a long time, have high magic resistance to a certain extent. The formidable power of the witchcraft "except your weapon" is limited to this. , Failed to cause substantial harm.

A crowd of Scotland field police officers turned their heads together, looking towards the direction of rays of light.

"wizard?"

The police officer grinned, "The food delivered to the door..."

His face became thinner Long and narrow, his body swelled suddenly, his police uniform quickly split, his dark hair popped out of the cracks in the cloth, his legs were twisted and skewed, turning into a beast-like recurve.

After the transformation was completed, these burly werewolves, who were at least two meters tall and took off, neither fast nor slow walked towards Harry.

Each step forward, the heavy blood energy lingering on them becomes stronger, and Harry Potter clearly feels that the Ether around them is starting to freeze.

The reason why werewolves are classified as a dangerous species by the Ministry of Magic is because they can form an isolation force field around the body, weakening the wizard's ability to call Ether.

This can't go on.

Harry Potter clenched his teeth and waved his wand. According to the content taught in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, he first put a layer of "armor body protection" on oneself, and then used all the offensive he knew witchcraft.

"All petrification", "fainted", "soft leg curse"...

Unfortunately, these multi-colored witchcraft hit the werewolf skin is rough, flesh The is thick hair can only make them stagnate for a moment at most, just like inferior ink cannot infect the lotus leaves, which is useless.

The werewolf’s feet stepped on the soft sand, between the rabbits and the falcons, they had already deceived him, and the sharp claw was only a few minutes away from being able to cut Harry’s throat.

"Apparition!"

Harry Potter yelled, drumming up the magic to cast this highly difficult teleport spell.

Fortunately or unfortunately, he succeeded, and with the nauseating dizziness, Harry appeared in the shallow water.

He was ecstatic in his heart and picked up the Syrian boy who was still fluttering on the sea, planning to cast his spell again, "Phantom shift..."

, A gunshot sounded, and the last syllable got stuck in the wizard's throat.

Harry was shot in the chest, and the strength from his body was quickly drained, as if diluted with blood in sea water, he fell forward involuntarily.

Plop, this young wizard smashed into the sea, causing waves

The werewolf leader watched Harry fall, holding a police pistol in his hand, and his muzzle shot The subtle smoke, "It’s the 21st century, an idiot."

If you close the angle of view, you can clearly see the bullet that penetrates the wizard’s "armor body protection" curse, and the surface is engraved with complicated and mysterious glyphs. Mithril metal is also inlaid in the nicks.

This bullet is specially developed by the Blood Race clan to deal with magical creatures that cannot be solved by ordinary means.

"What are you doing in a daze, hurry up and drag that wizard out of the sea."

The werewolf leader put away his guns and yelled at his subordinates: "He is not dead yet. He brought it back to the stronghold."

The other werewolves followed their orders and restored this messy beach to its original state.

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When Harry woke up again, his chest was firmly tied with a layer of bandages, and he was lying on the bed in a luxuriously decorated bedroom .

There is a window at the end of the bedroom. The shadows are not real, but if you listen carefully, you can hear the sound of the waves.

The young wizard couldn't help being sucked in a cold breath because of a slight movement, involving trauma, and the sharp pain from his chest.

The arrival of the pain also made his mind clear. He thought about everything that happened before the fainting, suddenly remembered something, and fumbled around.

The magic wand is gone, and the Bluetooth headset is gone.

Concluded that he was captured.

Harry's heart sank. He tried to cast a spell without a wand, but found that his bloodline was firmly suppressed and he could only use a small amount of Ether energy.

The door opened, and several girls in maid outfits walked in, smiling at the corners of their mouths, gently lifting Harry from the bed and putting them on the wheelchair.

"Who are you?" Harry asked nervously.

No one answered, the maids still kept silent, pushed the wheelchair silently, and led him out of the room.

This is probably an old castle, with luxurious and exquisite interiors, with an ancient and noble atmosphere everywhere.

If the know-it-all Miss Hermione Granger was here, she might be able to tell Harry about the long history of this castle and the ancient castle by observing all around the furnishings and patriarch portraits. The glorious family of the Lord.

After a few breaths, Harry was taken to the side hall of the castle at a loss.

A dinner party is being held in the side hall. A group of complexion pale young men and women are sitting behind the rectangular table, enjoying the exquisite western food.

Harry only felt breathless. He could feel the oppression from these men and women. The youngster sitting in the first seat of the square table escaped as much as Demon prostrating on the ground. Gloomy imposing manner.

Blood Race, these people here are real Blood Race.

Harry Potter thought hard, racking his brains to think about the content in "Modern History of Magic", "Mystery of Mysterious Species", "The Secret and Glory of Blood Race",

Even when he was in his second grade, the funny teacher Lockhart, who was in the defense against the Dark Arts class, recalled the book "Walking with Vampire" published by him, trying to find any useful information.

Seeing Harry's arrival, the elegant and noble young men and women put down their tableware, sat upright, and looked at him with interest.

"Wow, savior Harry Potter."

The face of the young man in the first seat is extremely handsome, reminiscent of the thin and beautiful male aristocrats in oil paintings.

Wearing dark silk pajamas, he looks very abrupt among the many costumed Blood Races, but it does not affect his arrogance that overflows from in the bones.

"As a baby, he defeated the Demon prostrating on the ground that swept the wizard world. For the mystic people of the United Kingdom, he is a well-deserved hero."

Everyone present There was a slight, consistent laugh, as if mocking something.

"Then introduce myself, I am the patriarch of the Simmor family, one of the thirteen clans of Blood Race."

The Blood Race who claims to be Essien is as pale as ten bones The warm thin fingers picked up the wine glass and shook it slowly, the scarlet wine water swaying in the glass container.

Harry’s pupils shrank suddenly. According to the Ministry of Magic, the Simmor clan was the shortest established clan among the thirteen clans. Blood Race bloodline was transplanted into its own body, without the orthodox first embrace ceremony.

Such desecration of the classic Blood Race naturally received hostility from other clans, and all Blood Races united to destroy Simmor completely.

However, Simmor’s strength is beyond imagination. These new Blood Races converted from the wizard sorcerer blocked waves of offensives and proved their bravery in the protracted war. The other clans are on an equal footing.

Then, the Blood Race who sits in the chief should be the first Substitute Patriarch of Simmore, Essien Simmore...

Harry can’t help but a trace of despair flashes on his face. The color, even the Demon prostrating on the ground, regardless of the law and of natural morality, is never willing to carry any patriarch of the Blood Race clan head-on during his flourishing period.

Essien looked at Harry’s expression with a smile on his mouth. He took out the camera from under the chair and played with it carelessly, "I don’t know why your savior wants to participate in our In a small event?"

Harry's face was tense and he said nothing.

Esshinhon smiled slightly indifferently, and said lazily, "Who sent you? Dumbledore?"

Harry remained silent.

"hehe, Mr. Potter, our Blood Race does have an armistice agreement with the Ministry of Magic to guarantee non-aggression, but if you break into our territory and interfere with our actions, that is your own responsibility. Even if I killed you on the spot, and Dumbledore can’t accuse me of anything."

Essien said slowly, "But I’m a pacifist, and I don’t want it to be too stiff. As long as you go away obediently. , To ensure that we will not interfere with the internal affairs of our Blood Race, then we can still everyone minds their own business."

Harry Potter pursed his lips and must use his full strength to prevent oneself from sneering.

"Don’t doubt, Mr. Potter, I hate these Middle Easterners as much as you. They are nothing but food for our Blood Race,"

Essien casually Said: "Food is important, but the good-neighborly wizard is also an indispensable and important ally of our Blood Race.

This time, I will forgive you. Don’t refuse my kindness, Mr. Potter. "

Harry's mouth was full of bitterness. He lifted the head with difficulty, looking at the nobleman of the thirteen clan, without saying a word.

"hehe."

Essien laughed gently and waved to the maid to take away the head, "Well, I have notified Dumbledore to pick you up. Stay and have dinner with us."

As soon as Harry wanted to refuse, the maid behind him had already pushed the wheelchair and carried him into the seat.

Essien Simmore snapped his fingers, and the rectangular wooden table began to fold automatically. All the meals on the table were stored and organized, and a piece of transparent plastic was raised in front of everyone’s table. The straw is connected to the underside of the table through the hollow hole on the table.

A crowd of Blood Race smiled and leaned forward, holding the straw that belonged to oneself, and drinking gently. The whole process was harmonious and quiet, without any noise.

Harry felt bad in his heart. He just wanted to look under the table when the maid behind him gently and firmly put the straw into his mouth, while pressing the wooden table Button to pump the liquid into Harry’s mouth.

The sweet smelly liquid filled his mouth, and Harry tried to struggle, but the maid behind him held him firmly and prevented him from breaking free.

The throat suddenly contracted under the physiological reaction of vomiting, and the extra scarlet liquid slowly slipped from the corner of Harry's mouth.

"Let go of me!"

Harry roared and broke free, regardless of the throbbing pain in his chest, he lifted the delicate hollow tablecloth and looked under the wooden table.

Below the antique wooden long table, there are rows of people crowded, and rows of Middle Eastern refugees buried in the floor.

Harry met them, and Abbeni, Hassan and others attacked the six Dursleys on the disaster day.

These villains and hooligans who used to carelessly bully the people of United Kingdom now have straws all over their bodies, allowing the blood to flow out through the straws and onto the wooden table top.

There was a sound of "weng" echoing in Harry's head, and he could see the sadness and despair on the faces of these Middle Easterners, as well as the persistent resentment and hatred.

"hehe, Mr. Harry, according to the results of the United Kingdom court, they would be sentenced to a few years in prison at most, and then released as blood food."

Essien doesn’t matter. He said: "But who caused them to provoke you? For the long-term friendship between the wizard and Blood Race, I had to reluctantly make them into disposable blood packs. If you don’t mind, please sit down and continue enjoying. ."

"No..."

There was a groan in Harry's throat.

He really hates these villains who have hurt the Dursley family and hopes that they will spend their lives in prison, but this does not mean that he can accept this kind of curious "retaliation."

Blood Race's behavior has gone beyond the category of "human", and it is no different from beasts and cannibals.

Unexplained power filled his whole body, Harry stood trembling, and pointed a finger at Essien Simmore, who was at the head of the wooden table, "Avadaso..."

"Stop!"

An old cry sounded behind Harry, and a decaying palm was pressed on Harry's shoulder.

That's Albus Dumbledore.

The white wizard who arrived in a hurry through Apparition, interrupted Harry’s brewing black magic with surging magic power, and he glanced at the first enthusiastic Essien with no expression on his face. Simmore said calmly: "Mr. Simmore, I will take Harry away first."

"Take it away."

Essien was nodded with interest, because With a straw in his mouth, his voice seemed ambiguous, "But this little Harry is really a flower that grew up in a greenhouse. I haven't seen it so much in the world. How can I mess with mystic in the future?"

"You don't need to worry about this kind of thing."

Dumbledore didn't seem to see the palm of his hand sticking out under the wooden table, each minding their own business casting the Apparition Charm, Teleported away with Harry.

After a breath, the two have arrived at Gate 12 of Grimmauld Place, the headquarters of Phoenix.

Harry just recovered from the influence of teleportation magic, he shook off Dumbledore's shackles, and shouted in grief: "Oh my God, they turned out to be, turned out to be..."

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"I know, Harry."

Dumbledore grabbed Harry by the shoulder and said in a low voice, "You need to stay calm."

"You know?!"

Harry Potter looked at Dumbledore in disbelief, gritted his teeth, and screamed: "Then why don't you stop them?"

"...I can't do it."

Dumbledore's voice is hoarse and low, which makes people suspect that this old man is not the strongest white wizard who holds power in Hogun Watts. , "Blood Race and the Ministry of Magic signed a peace treaty many years ago and cannot interfere in the affairs of the Muggle world. Once I take action to prevent it, I will be equivalent to the entire wizard world to declare war on Blood Race."

Harry Painfully said: "No..."

He staggered back a few steps, ran away without looking back, and rushed into the night.

He ran amidst the crowds of demonstrations, rushed away from the grieving people, and ran aimlessly on the streets of London.

The scar on his chest was aching and blood was flowing from the cracked wound, and Harry stopped in vain.

A pair of boots appeared in his sight. Harry lifts the head and found Li Ang standing in front of him.

Harry Potter said grimly: "Mr. Li Ang, what should I do to stop those blood races that rate the beasts and cannibals? Stop them from introducing Middle Easterners and completely exchange blood for the British Empire. "

Li Ang calmly stated: "You need to become stronger, become stronger than Dumbledore, become stronger than Demon prostrating on the ground, become stronger than those Blood Races together. stronger."

Harry became extremely at a loss, "...what should I do?"

"There are many ways to become stronger, but according to your specific situation, there is only one This is the only way to solve the problem."

Li Ang brows tightly knit, said solemnly: "That is to recharge!"