Chapter 1051: Fenrir's Lair

"Two respected wizards, Greyback's lair is ahead."

A fat wizard bowed respectfully, although this action was a bit difficult for a man of his size.

In fact, when Sirius brought this guy over, Fanlin was shocked. A dark wizard of this size? Still in the underground street?

The fat white man is almost as good as Umbridge...

"Okay," Sirius nodded calmly.

"I find that you are getting better and better at using the Imperius Curse." Fanlin bumped Sirius. Although he couldn't reach Sirius' shoulder, it was not bad. It was also quite pleasant to use his elbow to hit Sirius' ribs.

"Didn't you instruct me?"

"Just use Legilimency. There is no need to control it." Fanlin said, and then cast his eyes on the fat man who bent over.

The dull eyes and the corrupt body... This image is really so inconsistent in the underground street. I don't know how Sirius found this strange thing.

"You should have told me earlier."

"It's not too late now." Fan Lin shook his head indifferently, then squinted his eyes and looked at Fenrir's lair.

This is probably the most impressive building in the underground street, with dark green bricks piled up... something that can barely be considered a castle, and then with the werewolf logo, it seems to have returned to the architectural style of hundreds of years ago.

"Let's go." Fan Lin stroked the ring on the middle finger of his left hand, and the faint feeling continued to magnify in Fan Lin's heart, "He should be inside."

"Are you sure?"

"There's no way to be unsure, anyway, we have to go in anyway, but before that, it seems to deal with the two guys at the door." Fan Lin pointed with his hand, and under the torch, two guys in black wizard robes stood there.

"No problem." Sirius said, "Attack together."

"Be quiet, although I don't know how that guy hid in, but..."

Before he finished speaking, Sirius's spell had been thrown out, and Fan Lin followed helplessly.

Two spells were cast on the ground, hitting two people one after the other. There was almost no resistance. The two guys who should be considered guards fell straight to the ground.

"What's going on?" Sirius was a little puzzled. "Did you use the petrification spell?"

"No." Fan Lin said, "I thought it was you."

"I didn't." Sirius shook his head, "Let's go."

As he said that, Sirius moved forward cautiously.

The werewolf Greyback's lair was almost at the edge of the underground street. Not far away from it, Fan Lin could clearly see the boundary of the underground street. There were still many dried bones hanging on a dark red stone wall, which made this place look particularly bloody.

Perhaps because of Fenrir Greyback's reputation, Fan Lin and his friends did not encounter anything new along the way. The streets here were completely empty, and a bloody smell was lingering in the air.

However, this is a good catalyst for werewolves.

…

“Look here.” Sirius said, turning the wizard’s head with his hand, tearing off his outer robe, and on the neck, there were two dark red snow holes visible to the naked eye. It seemed that because of the problem of blood drying up, there was no trace of blood seeping out from the edge.

“They both died a long time ago.” Sirius said, “Even the bodies are stiff, it should be correct, the vampire is inside.”

Fan Lin frowned, two bloodless bodies, and then this vampire stupidly placed them at the door?

Fan Lin pressed one hand on the chest of the corpse, cold and lifeless, but…

“Wait, this is a blood servant.”

As soon as Fan Lin finished speaking, the guard who had fallen to the ground opened his eyes in an instant, like a bloodthirsty monster, and even his pupils had a slight change.

Two extremely powerful hands grabbed Fan Lin’s arm and opened their mouths. I don’t know if it was the blood fangs of a vampire or the fangs of a werewolf, and they bit Fan Lin’s arm fiercely.

"Damn it!"

Fan Lin thrust his right hand hard, and the magic wand hit the blood servant's head in an instant.

A huge force almost broke the magic wand in Fan Lin's hand. Enduring the numbness in his palm, Fan Lin pressed the blood servant's head down with force.

"Stop!" Fan Lin roared, and somehow, he suddenly felt that the resistance disappeared. In an instant, the magic power bursting out from the tip of the magic wand pressed the blood servant's head into the stone slab on the ground.

"Soul Ring? What is your relationship with Nicolas Flamel!"

A burst of urgent questions came from the darkness around them. Unknowingly, this black fog had enveloped the bodies of the two of them.

"Cappadocia?" Fan Lin said immediately, "You didn't leave?"

"You are Voldemort..."

"We were sent by Dumbledore. We know that you were hunted by Death Eaters, and two of your companions died."

"That's my people." As he spoke, the fog dissipated, and a pale middle-aged man appeared in front of Fan Lin.

It can be said that most of the vampire family members are pretty boys, and this statement is absolutely applicable except for a few families.

Bloodless, hate the sun...

Have you ever seen a black brother who is a vampire?

"Aren't you afraid that the two of us will kill you now?" Fanlin said angrily.

He has never been at peace since he came to the underground street. He was bitten by a werewolf, and then by a vampire...

"Oh, of course, you can choose this, but the two of you appear here... If I guess correctly, Sirius Black, and the little wizard next to him, is the Fanlin. El mentioned by Tevere."

"Tevere? The old bat?"

"Oh, to some extent, he is quite annoying, but you should at least respect the nobles, at least, you should also..."

"Oh, that kind of thing is not popular in our family, typical Muggle thinking." Fanlin said bluntly.

The middle-aged man didn't care, staring at a bitch face that was somewhat similar to Tevere and laughed.

"It seems that you don't need our help."

"Oh, just the opposite." The vampire said sincerely, of course, his face still had that kind of expression that deserved a beating.

"This is not a place to talk. If you want to talk here and then prepare to face dozens of werewolves, of course, I don't care. You should be able to deal with them."

"Are you going to accept the help of human wizards so comfortably?"

"It seems that I have no other choice," the vampire frowned, but then relaxed, "The blood of these two guys is really bad. Of course, if you are willing to give me some of your blood, I don't mind personally paying for my two fellows."

"These two guys are werewolves, right? It doesn't matter if you suck their blood?"

"It doesn't matter, but it's not a good choice." The vampire shook his head, "After all, the blood of the magic wolf is not so easy to digest. Although this may not be true, it cannot be denied that these guys are troublesome." (To be continued)