Hogwarts: Sign in at the beginning with the Mangekyo Sharingan

The bright moonlight fell, bringing a hazy halo to the entire altar.

The altar is also faintly lit with a magic circuit, echoing it.

It gives a feeling of being incomparably sacred.

Let all the wizards present marvel at the beauty in front of them.

Braun wasn't much better either.

Looking at those complex and bizarre magic arrays, his eyes revealed intoxication.

If it wasn't for the time and then, he couldn't help but want to step forward and study those magic arrays.

Unfortunately, this request will certainly not be granted.

In this regard, his ~ heart has some regrets.

The interior of the altar.

A viper was lying quietly in the center of the magic array.

If Braun would be able to find out here, this is Nagini who was taken away a few days ago.

It's just that at this moment, it is no longer a simple snake.

Under the moonlight, the body is actually changing.

Constantly switching between humans and vipers.

In front of her, Doradou stood quietly.

His expression was filled with nervousness.

This period since the beginning of Quetzalcoatl Festival.

Almost every night, she brings Nagini here.

Under the double baptism of the Moon Pyramid and Moonlight.

The power of the blood spell on the other party has weakened somewhat.

Just wait until the end of today's Feathered Serpent Festival.

The other party's body can truly return to normal.

With the brilliance of the moon.

Nagini's body is constantly changing.

The human form finally took up most of it.

It turned into the appearance of a human snake tail, and the whole body on the horizontal side of the magic array looked extremely tempting.

It's just that the other party's consciousness still hasn't been restored.

The eyes still revealed the coldness of belonging to snakes.

Doradou looked at the beautiful woman in front of him, and his expression revealed obsession.

It's as if you're looking at some peerless treasure.

The wizarding robe on Dorado's body had been taken off by her.

His shriveled body was revealed.

At the same time, it also made her more and more jealous of the beautiful woman in front of her.

Her dry hands continued to caress this body, and the smooth skin made her body tremble slightly.

"Don't worry, it won't be long... You are me.

I, it's you..."

Shrouded in moonlight, Dorado's shriveled back had a huge octopus tattoo, as if alive.

The twisted tentacles kept waving, and it seemed that Doradou had already been impatient.

"Buzz—woo-"

Accompanied by a long trumpet sound.

The celebration has finally begun.

Two groups of wizards dressed in robes woven with feathers walked slowly towards the altar with solemn expressions.

Behind them was a group of panicked-looking and shackled Muggles.

They appeared here before they could figure out what was going on.

"I tell you weirdos! My father is the director of the Ministry of Economy of Samba Country! You'd better let me go now!" "

One of the young Muggles shouted.

It's just that no one paid attention to him.

The wizard who was guarding behind him saw this guy chattering and directly smashed a stick on his mouth.

In an instant, teeth mixed with blood were vomited.

The look of the young Muggle revealed fear.

I don't dare to say anything more.

Honestly walk up to the altar with the other Muggles.

"Grandmother, these people are sacrifices?"

Braun wondered softly.

In addition to this reason.

He couldn't imagine the usefulness of these people.

"Yes, the Samba nation was inherited from the Aztec civilization.

Living sacrifices are their specialty.

Although it is said that this act among Muggles has been abolished.

However, for wizards, this behavior still exists. "

While speaking, he explained to Braun:

"However, these people are all death row prisoners who were brought from prison, with the consent of the Samba government."

Braun nodded.

His gaze was unblinkingly fixed on the Muggles who were brought to the high platform.

Braun's heart didn't wave.

The wizarding world is far crueler than Muggle society.

This was understood as early as the beginning of Braun's crossing.

As early as that bloody cave, Braun had already lost his so-called sympathy.

This is why he has not dared to relax.

In this cruel world, you want to control your own destiny. (Read violent novels, just go to Feilu Fiction Network!) ）

Only have strength!

The end of not having strength is to be treated as a pig.

Just thinking about it, the ceremony finally officially began.

An old wizard with a feather crown with a serious expression.

In his hand is a knife made of gold.

The color on it appears a little mottled with some traces of dark red.

He chanted words of praise.

While dancing.

On the altar before him lay a naked Muggle.

It was the Muggle youth who kept shouting just now.

It's just that at this moment, he is not arrogant.

Only fear remained on his face.

It seemed that at this moment, he finally understood what these people were arresting him for.

But even if he knew it in his heart, there was nothing he could do.

We can only wait quietly for death to come.

The old wizard's dance continued.

At the same time, the distance with young people is getting closer.

The golden dagger in his hand was constantly waving.

Swoosh

It's like the sound of a balloon leaking.

I saw that the golden dagger had already been inserted into the Muggle youth's chest at this moment.

Not waiting for him to scream.

A pink heart that was still beating appeared in the hands of the old wizard.

The beating heart pumped blood.

Respectfully placed by the old wizard into the golden horn on the altar.

And the Muggle whose heart had been removed was half thrown from the steps of the altar to the ground like useless garbage.

A little blood spilled from the young man's body, and a little blood stain like a plum blossom fell across the steps.

It looks particularly magnificent against the background of the moonlight.

The dance didn't stop.

One after another, Muggles were brought to the altar.

Then remove the heart and throw it down the steps.

It's only been a few minutes.

The steps that were originally white and flawless in the moonlight had turned blood red.

The rust-like smell of blood filled the air.

Some timid wizards were already a little afraid.

Subconsciously took a few steps back.

And the wizards who originally admired pureblood and thought Muggles were like pigs.

Blame the scene in front of you for being stimulated.

Excited but happy to smell this rusty smell.

As if nothing in the world compares to the fragrance of this blood.

Braun looked at all this expressionlessly.

But there was some vigilance in my heart.

This ritual has now begun to do something wrong.

Especially after seeing that the moonlight seemed to be alive and condensed into a miniature moon above the altar.

The feeling that something was wrong became more and more prevalent.

"Let's go!"

Augustus, who had been still closing his eyes, suddenly opened his eyes.

Without waiting for Braun to react.

So he pulled Braun towards the road down the hill behind.

"Sorry, ma'am! No departures are allowed during the ceremony. "

Several Castrobusher wizards said with smiles on their faces.

It's just that the look reveals weirdness.

The eyes also looked dull.

It was as if a soulless puppet was manipulated to speak two.