Hogwarts: Start with Phoenix Bloodline

"Oh, Sir Ruthven, do you think we are stupid? Or do you think the Dark Lord will be deceived by your words?"Snape looked at them mockingly.

Sir Ruthven wanted to bite Snape's neck directly and let Snape continue talking. He felt that it would be more detrimental to the situation of the vampires, so he turned to ask Voldemort directly. :"Mr. Voldemort, what do you think?"

Seeing Sir Ruthven's furious look, Voldemort smiled in his eyes. He spread his hands, but his tone was unceremonious,"Severus's opinion is in my opinion, so you must bring your five hundred half-breeds with you. Come here and join my team of Death Eaters! Don't refuse me, Rusfan, you know the Dark Lord cannot be deceived!"

"As for the requirement of providing a thousand vampires, Severus and I have different opinions," Voldemort said slowly, and in the gloomy expression of the vampires, he continued to add,"My requirement is that the number is at least two thousand! And they will create a large number of blood slaves for me. Don't worry, the materials for making blood slaves will be provided by the Death Eaters. Their duty is to provide me with a steady stream of blood slaves, and then lead them to conquer the magical world together!"

When Sir Ruthven was about to refuse, Voldemort's magic came over again, and he walked towards him with an imposing manner, and threatened in a strong and unacceptable tone:"I don't want to hear the word"rejection" from your mouth. , you should weigh the strength of the Dark Lord."

"Perhaps, I can place a curse on you so that you will know the consequences of rejecting the Dark Lord."Voldemort used the elder wand to gently open Ruthfan's chest, and a bit of dark blood floated out from his heart and fell in front of Voldemort.

Sir Ruthfan wanted to struggle, but he could only look at his own in horror. The source blood was taken away by Voldemort, and his body suddenly felt weak.

"Maybe you have heard that I once applied for the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts, but was rejected by Dumbledore." Voldemort looked at the black blood floating in front of him and said slowly,"So I directly cursed Anyone who takes the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor will face bad luck. That's the most satisfying curse I've ever had. Even Dumbledore can't do anything about it."

"But that curse is just a test product of mine to warn those who disobey my will. Voldemort turned his attention to Ruth Fan again and said with great interest:"The reproduction of your vampire family depends on the first embrace. The previous generation feeds its own blood to the next generation, so that the next generation will have its own blood in their bodies." Back and forth. In a sense, the blood in your blood has not changed since the first generation."

"This is a very good carrier for curses. Cursing your source blood is equivalent to cursing all vampires! This is a rare situation. Voldemort picked up the blood beads and thought with interest:"Tell me, what kind of curse effect should I choose?" Will it gradually wither and turn into a mummy, or will it make you sick of blood and die of hunger and thirst?"

Sir Rusfan looked horrified. He had lived for hundreds of years, and now he was facing such a desperate situation for the first time.

He had heard that wizards would curse, and there were even rumors that the first vampires appeared because of wizards' curses. He sneered at this. But he didn't expect that he would face a curse now, and might even implicate the race behind him.

"volt...Lord Voldemort, I...I can report your request to the Presbytery. Can you please give me a moment?"Sir Ruthven was extremely panicked. He felt that he and the Presbyterian Council behind him had done something wrong and got involved in the war in the British wizarding world. Now Voldemort has caught his lifeline. If he is not careful, he may be killed. Will bring the vampires into a place of eternal destruction

"Of course, Lord Voldemort is very patient. Voldemort said in a gentle tone, but changed his tone,"But in order to avoid irrational existence in your vampire council of elders, I will make a warning first to remind you to take my words seriously."

As he spoke, the elder wand pointed at the floating blood beads and recited a complex spell. There was no wind in the manor, and the surroundings were filled with gloomy air. The temperature in the hall dropped sharply, and an ominous black smoke floated from the wand. It came out and melted into the blood bead, making the dark blood bead appear even blacker and brighter.

The blood bead turned into a black pearl, connected by silver wires to form a necklace, and fell into Voldemort's hands.

Sir Ruthfan looked at Voldemort After some operations, something was not good in his heart. Before he could say anything, he just felt itchy all over his body, and it became more and more itchy, as if the skin all over his body was full of bugs, and the itching was unbearable.

At first, Rusifan could bear it. , but gradually, this endless itching made him lose his mind, and he couldn't help scratching it with his sharp claws. The itching feeling was more uncomfortable than the pain, and Rusfan kept scratching, even scratching his skin. The skin was pulpy, revealing dark red flesh color.

Other vampires could not escape the curse, scratching their skin in pain. The talent of the race allowed the skin to heal quickly, but they themselves scratched it open with their sharp nails. Suddenly, there was a wave of noise in the hall. There was a painful roar.

At the same time, whether it was in the UK or the vampire's stronghold, as long as it was the vampire of Rusfan's blood, they all fell into the same situation.

Voldemort looked at the hall with relish. The vampires were crying for mercy, and the Death Eaters looked at him in even more awe. Thicknis and Lucius kept blowing rainbow farts at him, while Snape, who was watching this scene quietly, lowered his eyes. , to cover up the fluctuating eyes. (To read exciting novels, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

After about half an hour, the effect of the curse finally stopped.

Rusifan stood up from the ground in embarrassment, the vampire's super self-control The ability to heal made his body free from any wounds, but the mental fatigue made him feel very tired. He didn't bother to pack up his scratched and torn clothes, and came to Voldemort silently and respectfully, waiting for his instructions.

"Now, do you have any questions about my request?"Voldemort said calmly

"there is none left! Not at all!"Under Voldemort's gaze, Sir Ruthvan trembled, shook his head quickly, and immediately replied:"I will immediately reply to the Council of Elders and ask them to agree to your request."

When Voldemort heard this, he nodded with satisfaction, shook the necklace in his hand, and said,"Remember, it's five hundred mixed-bloods and three thousand vampires, and it will be delivered within a week. Well done, I'll consider returning this to you."

Then his tone changed and he said with murderous intent:"But if you don't do well, your clan will be destroyed in pain!".