Chapter 422: The Vampires present themselves

Under the dim light of his wand, Ivan saw the corpse of a man.

His face was swollen and deformed, and his mouth was wide open.

The tongue, which had decayed and rotted into a dark brown, protruded, long; and his skin was pale and cold.

Almost instantly, Ivan remembered the Inferi he had seen earlier in the cave.

He hurried back, but his feet were tangled by something.

Ivan struggled, his heart pounding, but he was dragged back!

He could feel that a body under his feet, something like a tentacle, was not willing to let him go. It was trying to pull him down.

Facing such a situation with murky blood could easily crush anyone's composure.

The wand in Ivan's hand pointed in the direction of the floating body at his feet, emitting several red lights in a row.

Bang, bang, bang...

In the blood, each of Ivan's spells caused a strong current of water.

Under the impact of his spells, the already muddy blood became more chaotic.

The man's body was swept away by Ivan's magic, but the tentacles on his legs constricted and contracted backwards.

The more Ivan struggled, the more entangled his legs became.

Soon, he saw the black rattan coiling along his legs to his upper body.

These rattans, Ivan realized....

It was the devil's trap!!!

He finally knew what he had stumbled upon. A devil's trap grew in the pool of blood.

This plant likes darkness and moisture, and can kill the living creatures it traps by strangulation.

It was the first time Ivan saw the devil's snare growing directly in the water. Perhaps because of the concentration of blood in the pond, this devil's trap grew well.

It was a good discovery to find that blood stimulated the growth of the devil's trap.... Ivan shook his head - this was not the time for such nonsense!

He hastily waved his wand, pointing it straight ahead, and the end of his wand emitted Cold Fire.

Blue Flames surrounded Ivan with a burning temperature.

They are harmless to the human body, but can persist even in water.

In a matter of seconds, the devil's trap loosened its grip on Ivan.

It was clear that he was shrinking from the light and heat brought by the flames.

The devil's trap twisted and shook, automatically untangling the tendrils that wrapped around Ivan.

It took the body Ivan had just blown up and retreated to a dark corner.

After disposing of the devil's trap, Ivan continued to move swiftly along the passage.

As he was worried about Sirius, he continued to speed up.

Fortunately, there was nothing else in the blood to stop him.

After a winding passage, the downward slope began to slow down and quickly rose, and Ivan heard the sound of glug from above.

Here, the concentration of blood in the water was much higher! It wasn't like cloudy blood mixed with mud and dust. It was completely blood red and it was more sticky.

Ivan even suspected it was just pure blood!

Glug, glug, glug....

Like boiling water, the blood bubbled steadily outward.

Following the bubbles, Ivan rose to the surface.

Around him, all the mages who had just fallen had turned into cold corpses, floating peacefully in the bright red water.

Red bubbles kept appearing from below, bursting beside him.

The pool of blood faced a gaping hole above the temple. It was over a thousand feet deep and dark. Nothing could be seen, like an all-devouring black hole.

Ivan ignored the surroundings and looked for Sirius in the pool of blood.

"Good evening, young human!" A low male voice sounded ahead. "If you're looking for him, then you don't have to waste your effort."

Ivan looked up and saw a dozen black-robed vampires standing on the ground outside the pool of blood, pointing their wands at him.

In the center of these people was a middle-aged man with a cold face.

He was handsome and erect, with wine-red eyes, deep and distant, he wore a beautiful black cloak and his exposed skin was particularly pale.

He had an aura of "pure evil" surrounding him, and the light seemed to stray from him.

Ivan could feel a swirl of pure magic swirling around his body, engulfing other magic and light around him.

This vampire was too strange; Ivan had never seen a wizard like this before.

His eyes stopped on him and immediately moved to Sirius, curled up in front of him.

He was bloodstained and unconscious, but still seemed to be breathing.

"SIRIUS!" Ivan shouted.

He ran two steps forward only to find a dozen spells coming at him.

Ivan rushed to a stop, and the magic grazed his body and flew away.

They didn't make a real attack, they just warned him not to move.

"Don't worry, this human being is very strong and not dead yet," the middle-aged man said. "His life depends entirely on you. We have something to ask him."

"Let Sirius go. I'll tell you everything." Ivan said anxiously.

So these vampires were the ones planning everything behind the scenes, what did they want to know?

Could it be that they already knew that half the Philosopher's Stone was on him?!!

Ivan looked around, trying to find a solution to the immediate situation.

He saw the flesh and blood in the pool of blood in front of him, drawn by magic, moving slowly upward, forming streams that rose to meet in the distance.

Other than that, there was nothing in the stone chamber.

At the same time, facing more than a dozen powerful vampire mages and a man of unpredictable strength, Ivan had no chance of winning anyway.

"Don't worry, we still have time. We need to decipher the last magic left behind by the ancient centaurs." With an elegant smile on his face, the vampire said slowly, "First, please allow me to introduce myself, my name is Caresius Slytherin, it's..."

"I know Elaine, we are..." Ivan hesitated for a moment and continued to shout, "We're friends!"

When he heard the last name Slytherin, he immediately knew who these vampires were.

"Elaine's friend?!" Caresius showed a little surprise on his face. "No, you shouldn't know her..."

"We met in Diagon Alley, on Christmas Eve." Ivan pulled the locket from his chest and said hurriedly. "I know the prophecy and the problems you face. I can help you. I have the Locket of Slytherin with me. I am probably the one mentioned in the prophecy."

After Ivan finished his words, there was a long silence.

Caresius did not speak, and his wine-red eyes rested on the locket on Ivan's chest.

His face was clouded and uncertain, and he seemed to be thinking about what Ivan had said.