The divine blood flows, the ether is mobilized, and the witchcraft fluctuations release the constant invisibility spell.

Harry showed his figure from behind the reef, and red lightning shot out from the tip of the Holly Wooden wand, hitting the werewolf from afar.

The effectiveness of witchcraft was fully demonstrated, and the werewolf was trembling and convulsing, and the power in his hands couldn't help but relax, releasing the boy.

However, as Li Ang said, the werewolf of Scotland Yard, which has been supplied with divine blood for a long time, has a magic resistance to a certain extent. The power of the witchcraft "Except You Weapon" is limited to this and cannot cause substantial damage.

The Scotland Yard police officers turned their heads together and looked in the direction where the light was flying.

"wizard?"

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

His face became sharp and narrow, his body suddenly expanded, his police uniform quickly cracked, his black hair jumped out of the cracks in the fabric, and his legs were even twisted and distorted, turning into a recurve like a beast.

After the transformation was completed, these burly werewolfs, who were at least two meters tall, walked towards Harry without any haste.

Every time they went further, the heavy blood energy that was stagnant on their bodies became richer, and Harry Potter clearly felt that the ether around them began to freeze.

The reason why werewolfs were rated as dangerous by the Ministry of Magic is that they can form an isolation force field around their bodies, weakening the wizard's ability to call ether.

This can't continue like this anymore.

Harry Potter gritted his teeth, waved his wand, and according to the content taught in the Black Magic Defense class, he first put a layer of "armor protection" on himself, and then used all the aggressive witchcraft he knew.

"Everything is petrified", "falling down", "soft legs curse"...

Unfortunately, these colorful witchcrafts hit the werewolf's thick hair, which could only stop their bodies for a moment at most, just like inferior ink cannot invade lotus leaves, and are useless.

The werewolf's feet stepped on the soft beach, and the rabbits were rising and falling, and they were already bullied in front of them. The sharp claws were only a slight difference to cut Harry's throat.

"Phantom moves!"

Harry Potter shouted, and stormed the magic power to cast this teleportation spell with a high difficulty coefficient.

Lucky or unfortunate, he succeeded, and with a disgusting vertigo, Harry appeared in the shallow sea area.

He was ecstatic and picked up the Syrian boy who was still flapping on the sea, intending to use his magic again, "Phantom Move..."

Bang, a gunshot, and the last syllable stuck in the witch's throat.

Harry was shot in the chest, and his whole body was quickly drained, diluted in the sea like blood, and he fell forward involuntarily.

Plop, this young wizard smashed into the sea, stirring up waves

The werewolf leader watched as Harry fell down, holding a police pistol in his hand, and a slight smoke blew from his muzzle, "It's the 21st century now, an idiot."

If you approach the perspective, you can clearly see the bullet that penetrates the wizard's "armor protection" spell. The surface is engraved with complicated mysterious texts, and the marks are also inlaid with mitral metal.

This kind of bullet was specially developed by the blood clan to deal with magical creatures that cannot be solved by ordinary means.

"What are you doing when you stand there? Drag the wizard out of the sea."

The werewolf leader put away his guns and cursed at his subordinates: "He is not dead yet, hurry up and take him back to the stronghold."

Other werewolf acted obediently and restored this messy beach to its original state.

———

When Harry woke up again, his chest was already tied with a layer of bandage, and he was lying on a luxuriously decorated bedroom bed.

There is a window at the end of the bedroom, which is so slim that it is not real to see, but after listening carefully, you can hear the sound of waves.

A little movement caused the trauma to be implicated. The severe pain from the chest made the young witch unable to help but take a breath.

The arrival of pain also made him clear. He thought about what happened before fainting, and suddenly remembered something and groped around him.

The wand disappeared, and the Bluetooth headset disappeared.

He was concluded that he was captured.

Harry's heart sank, and he tentatively planned to cast a spell without a stick, but found that his bloodline was suppressed and he could only call a few etheric energy.

The door opened, and the girl in the maid dress digitally walked in, with a smile on her lips, and gently lifted Harry up from the bed and placed it in a wheelchair.

"Who are you?" Harry asked nervously.

No one answered, and the maids remained reserved and silently pushed the wheelchair and took him out of the room.

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

If the Miss Hermione Granger, who is well-versed in all things, could be here to tell Harry about the long history of the castle and the glorious family of the castle owner by observing the furniture and portraits of the house owner.

After counting breaths, Harry was taken to the side hall of the castle.

A dinner was being held in the side hall, and a group of pale young men and women were sitting behind the rectangular square table, enjoying the exquisite Western meals happily.

Harry felt his breath suffocating, and he could feel the oppression from these men and women. The young man sitting at the head of the square table even more gloomy aura that was not inferior to Voldemort.

The blood clan, these people here are all real blood clans.

Harry Potter thought hard and racked his brains to think about the contents of "History of Modern Magic", "Exploring Magical Species", "The Secret and Glory of the Vampire",

Even the book "Walking with Vampires" published by Lohart, a funny teacher who served as a black magic defense class in his second grade, recalled in an attempt to find any useful information.

Seeing Harry arrive, the elegant and noble young men and women put down their tableware, sat upright, and looked at him with an interesting look.

"Wow, the savior Harry Potter."

The young man in the first seat had a very handsome face, which reminded people of the thin and beautiful male aristocrats in the oil painting.

He was wearing dark silk pajamas, which seemed extremely abrupt among the blood tribes dressed up, but did not affect his arrogance that had spilled out of his bones at all.

"With the body of a baby, defeating Voldemort, who swept the wizarding world, is a well-deserved hero for the mysterious people in the UK."

Everyone here laughed slightly and unanimously, as if mocking something.

"So, let me introduce myself, I am the head of the Xinmore family, one of the thirteen clans of the blood clan."

The blood clan who claimed to be Essin held up the wine glass with ten thin fingers as pale and warm as white bones, shaking slowly, and the scarlet wine swayed in the glass container.

Harry's pupils shrank suddenly. According to the Ministry of Magic, the Shinmore clan was the shortest-established clan among the thirteen clans. It was the earliest group of wizards and mages who were eager to obtain immortality transplanted the blood clan blood into their bodies through taboo experiments, without going through the orthodox ritual.

Such acts of blaspheming the classics of the blood clan naturally attracted hostility from other clans, and all the blood clans united to completely destroy Shinmore.

However, Simmor's power is beyond imagination. These new blood clans transformed by wizards and mages blocked waves of offensives, proved their bravery in the protracted war, and eventually became equal to other clans.

Then, the blood clan sitting in the chief should be the first head of Shinmore, Essin Shinmore...

A trace of despair flashed across Harry's face. Even the lawless Voldemort, at his heyday, was never willing to take on the head of any blood clan head.

Essin looked at Harry's expression with a smile on his lips. He took out the camera from under the chair and fiddled casually, "I wonder why you, the savior, are involved in our little event?"

Harry's face was tense and said nothing.

Essin smiled indifferently and said lazyly: "Who sent you? Dumbledore?"

Harry remained silent.

"Haha, Mr. Porter, we are indeed in a truce agreement with the Ministry of Magic, which guarantees no violation of each other, but if you break into our territory and interfere with our actions, it is your own responsibility. Even if I kill you on the spot, Dumbledore can't blame me."

Essin said slowly: "But I am a pacifist and don't want to be too irritated. As long as you leave obediently and ensure that you will no longer interfere with the internal affairs of our blood clan, then we can still not interfere with the well."

Harry Potter pursed his lips and had to do his best to avoid sneering.

"Don't doubt, Mr. Porter, I hate these Middle Eastern people as much as you do. They are nothing more than food to our blood clans,"

Essin said casually: "Food is important, but a good-neighborly wizard is also an indispensable and important ally of our blood clan.

This time, I will forgive you and not refuse my kindness, Mr. Porter."

Harry's mouth was filled with a strong bitter taste. He raised his head with difficulty and looked at the great nobleman of the Thirteen Clans without saying a word.

"hehe."

Essin smiled gently and waved his hand to signal the maid to take away the head, "Well, I have informed Dumbledore to pick you up. You can stay and have dinner with us before that."

Harry was about to refuse, but the maid behind him had already pushed the wheelchair and carried him into the seat.

Essin Simmor snapped his fingers, and the rectangular wooden table began to fold automatically. All the meals on the table were stored and organized. A transparent plastic straw was raised in front of everyone's table, which was connected to the underside of the table through a hollow hole on the table.

The blood tribes smiled and walked up, took their own straw and drank it gently. The whole process was harmonious and quiet, without any noise.

Harry felt something was wrong. Just as he was about to look under the table, the maid behind him had gently and firmly stuffed the straw into his mouth, and at the same time, pressing the button on the wooden table to pump the liquid into Harry's mouth.

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

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

"Let me go!"

Harry roared and broke free from his restraints, regardless of the severe pain from his chest, lifted up the exquisite hollow tablecloth and looked under the wooden table.

Under the long, antique wooden table, there were a row of people huddled, and a row of Middle Eastern refugees buried half of their bodies in the floor.

Harry had seen them, Abenni, Hassan and others attacked six people in the Dursley family on disaster day.

These villains and hooligans who once didn't care about bullying the British people had straws inserted all over their bodies, allowing blood to flow out along the straws and pass them onto the wooden table.

A "buzzing" sounded in Harry's head, and he could see the sad and desperate expressions on the faces of these Middle Eastern people, as well as the unavoidable resentment and hatred.

"Haha, Mr. Harry, according to the results of the British court, they would have been sentenced to several years of imprisonment at most and released as blood supply food."

Essin said indifferently: "But who made them mess with you? For the long-term friendship between the wizard and the blood clan, I had to bear the pain of turning them into disposable blood bags. If you don't mind, please sit down and continue to enjoy it."
To be continued...