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"Suck, vampire!" Peter Pettigrew was too frightened to speak. He also didn't think that the Black Forest was originally a vampire's lair, so what was the fuss about encountering vampires here.

Evidently Peter Pettigrew's reaction made the vampire so amused that he laughed. The vampire stepped forward, bent down, put his nose to Peter Pettigrew's neck and smelled it, "Yes, it smells like a wizard. 99 The low voice of the vampire made him shudder.

The vampire opened his mouth slowly and approached Peter Pettigrew's carotid artery slowly.

Peter Pettigrew instinctively shrank his neck, his eyes were closed, and he sat motionless on the ground, silently praying in his heart not to bite me, not to bite me. Suddenly he felt a cold on his neck, it was the feeling of cold teeth touching the skin, the sharp teeth rubbed against his neck, and it seemed that blood had been drawn. "Ah! Peter Pettigrew screamed and fainted.

The vampire laughed: "I've never seen such a timid wizard."

After he finished speaking, he opened his black cloak, wrapped Peter Pettigrew who had passed out, and then turned into a bat and flew towards the castle in the middle of the black forest. When Peter Pettigrew opened his eyes again, his first reaction was to reach out and touch his neck. Fortunately, there were no more than two 690 tooth marks.

Peter Pettigrew let out a long sigh of relief. He sat up, looked up and looked around where he was, which was the auditorium in the old castle. Countless candles are lit around, and the bright candlelight illuminates the auditorium as if it were day, only the high roof is hidden in the darkness. The stained glass on the four walls depicts the birth process of the vampire ancestor Cain and the great achievements of the current vampire leader Count Dracula.

In front of Peter Pettigrew is a huge upside-down cross, which is Satan's standard, representing that the vampire is a traitor who betrayed God and turned to Satan. In front of the cross was this jewel-encrusted throne, and a handsome young man was sitting on the throne looking at Peter with great interest.

"Welcome to my castle, venerable wizard. Who are you, and what do you want to do here?" The young man stretched out his wide black cloak, stood up from the throne, and walked down the steps step by step. Walk up to the dwarf star.

"I am Peter Pettigrew, the messenger of Voldemort, the greatest dark wizard in the world, and I am here to warn you that if you do not surrender to our great master, the dark wizard (bhci) will bring his army of death to his death. Flatten your castle. Peter Pettigrew was heartbroken, anyway, there was Lucius protecting him in secret. He stood up and raised his head in a high voice. Even though he had already stood on tiptoe, the top of his head only reached the shoulders of the young man in front of him.

"Presumptuous!" An angry roar roared from all sides of the auditorium, causing Peter Pettigrew to shrink his neck in fright. It turned out that there were countless vampires hidden in the darkness of the roof of the auditorium.

The young man raised his head and stared viciously at the vampire in the high place, obviously he was extremely dissatisfied with these kind of people who expressed their opinions without permission. In an instant, he changed to a gentle expression and looked at Peter Pettigrew with a smile: "What did you say, say it again, I doubt if I heard it wrong." Although his expression was gentle, every word was as cold as an ice pick, full of sarcastic meaning.

Just as Peter Pettigrew was about to speak, he repeated what he had just said when the young man suddenly lifted his foot and kicked his waist, causing him to fall to his knees in severe pain.

"I am the great Count Dracula. My lifespan is much longer than that of you lowly human beings. Our power is enough to destroy the world and make us surrender to the inferior creatures like humans? It's a daydream," said the young man with his feet. Stomping hard on Peter Pettigrew's head. Blood ran down his nose, and the smell of blood apparently stimulated the vampires in the dark, who made strange growls, as if they would rush up to drain Peter Pettigrew's blood at any moment.

"You, you can't do this to me, I am the messenger sent by the greatest dark wizard in the world, Voldemort, killing me is the greatest humiliation to Voldemort, Lucius, Lucius, where are you, come out and save me soon Me." Peter Pettigrew cried out in panic, lying on the ground. He didn't know that Lucius had returned to his home at this moment, sitting in front of the warm fireplace watching the night scene with interest.

"Lucius? Did anyone else break into the Black Forest? Count Dracula immediately became vigilant, and he asked his subordinates loudly.

"No one else has entered the Black Forest, my master." A low voice came from the darkness.

These words were like ice water pouring on Peter Pettigrew's head, "No, no, impossible, Lucius, Lucius. Where are you?" His flustered voice caused Count Dracula to laugh. He raised his foot and stomped hard on Peter Pettigrew's head. Then with a heavy kick, Peter's body flew high, and finally landed heavily on the ground.

Count Dracula sat back on the throne, his fingers crossed in front of his nose, and his dark blue eyes stared at Peter Pettigrew, who was lying on the ground. Suddenly, Count Dracula waved his hand, and countless bats flew out of the darkness, flapping their wings and screaming at Peter.

"Go away, go away." Peter Pettigrew vigorously waved his hands, trying to drive away the bats surrounding him, but there were too many bats, and he couldn't drive away at all. The wand in his hand also fell to the ground. Finally the claws of countless bats grabbed Peter's back collar, and both arms, flapping his wings, carried him into the air.

Peter Pettigrew kicked his legs in the air in horror, cursing Lucius incessantly, but even at this time he didn't dare to say a word of disrespect to Voldemort.

"I advise you to be honest, in case my little darlings slip their claws, you will become meat patties." Count Dracula looked up at Peter Pettigrew in the sky and sneered.

"Ah!" Peter Pettigrew noticed the seriousness of the matter. At this point, he had been brought to the top of the auditorium by the bat, and if he fell from here, he would surely turn into a puddle of meatloaf.

Peter Pettigrew immediately stopped struggling and put on a flattering smile, "Great Count Dracula, please let me go, this poor Wormtail. I promise to get away and never step into it again. your sacred territory.35

"I can let you go, but I'm hungry after tossing for so long, and our great Satan also needs sacrifices. What do you say?" Count Dracula's tone was extremely soft, but every one of his The words are full of murderousness.

The vampires who followed Voldemort more than ten years ago were almost killed. The vampires in these chapters are another race that does not recognize Voldemort.