Lin Ze stared at Mario.
"Hiding in a tree hole?" he asked.
"Yes... yes."
"Which side of the tree hole?"
"Just... right over there." Mario pointed behind him casually.
Lin Ze followed his finger and looked over. It was pitch black over there. Who knows if there was any tree hole.
But Lin Ze didn't ask any more questions, but moved to the side to make room for Mario: "Sit down."
"No... no need... I'll just stand."
"Sit down if I ask you to."
Mario hesitated for a moment, then slowly squatted down and put his arms on his knees.
Lin Ze put the wand across his knees and said nothing, just staring at him.
Mario was so shocked that he laughed twice, "Mr. Lin, why are you looking at me like that..."
"I'm looking to see if you are really Mario."
"Ah? Of course I am Mario!" Mario pointed to the red rope boar tusk on his neck, trying hard to prove his identity.
Lin Ze stared into his eyes and suddenly grinned. He tapped the tip of his nose and said, "You smell wrong."
"What does it smell like?"
"A... putrid sewer smell. I guess no one ever taught you how to take a bath?"
Mario was silent for a moment, and then he suddenly smiled.
That laughter was completely different from the previous Mario. It was sharp and thin, with a slight trembling at the end, as if someone was scratching the glass with a rusty wire.
"Interesting..."
"Mario" slowly stood up from the ground, his whole temperament suddenly changed under the moonlight.
He still looks dark and thin, but the flinch and fear between his eyebrows have disappeared, replaced by a twisted and condescending playfulness.
Its body twitched strangely, as if it was being pulled by two forces in opposite directions at the same time.
The neck was folded to the right at a right angle, the shoulder blades protruded outward, and the back seemed to be pushed open by something from the inside, making an unpleasant "click" sound.
The face of Mario was like a watercolor soaked in water. It melted little by little, and the facial features began to shift, gradually turning into a distorted face that was white to transparent.
"What a pity... I thought this would save me a lot of trouble..."
It moved its slender neck, and its two eyes looked at Lin Ze from different angles at the same time.
"Are you shameless? Do you have to borrow someone else's skin?" Lin Ze raised his eyebrows contemptuously, and the wand in his hand never left the vampire.
The vampire tilted his head, and a red light flashed in his two asymmetrical eyes.
"Naughty little wizard, you are more interesting than I thought."
Lin Ze smiled slightly and suddenly waved the wand without warning.
"Dawn"
A huge white light beam exploded above his head.
In the light pillar, a phantom of a goddess condensed from pure light energy appeared again.
She closed her eyes, her silver hair was like a waterfall, and her wings slowly opened. Each feather of light was like molten silver, dispersing all the shadows on the river beach.
The moment the goddess appeared, the vampire let out a sharp scream.
Its body retreated violently backwards, its limbs drawing a deep groove on the ground in a strange posture.
Light bursts out from its seven orifices.
The vampire seemed to be ignited from the inside, and the light flowed through his body like a living thing, penetrating into his body and turning his body into a translucent lantern.
"No... impossible!"
It screamed and threw itself into the river, trying to escape through the water.
But the goddess gently raised her finger, and the originally dark river surface was illuminated brightly.
As soon as the vampire took off, it fell from mid-air and fell heavily onto the shore. The flesh on its body made a "sizzling" sound.
It raised its head with difficulty and stared at Lin Ze with its misplaced eyes.
"Who... are you?"
"I'm sorry dad."
Lin Ze sneered and strode forward, hitting the wand directly into its face.
"Look directly at me, bastard."
The shadow of the goddess slowly lowered her head, her closed eyes trembling slightly, as if they were about to open.
The vampire was trembling all over, as if being pinned to the spot by an invisible force, without even the strength to dodge.
"Don't... don't... please..."
It actually started begging for mercy.
Lin Ze has no intention of stopping. Although the magic power is slowly recovering, the consumption in the body is much faster than the recovery speed. He has to fight quickly.
Lin Ze Put the wand downward slightly.
The goddess' finger gently touched the vampire, and in an instant it seemed as if all its flesh and blood had been taken away, and it fell limply. The whole body shrank into a ball, and its skin and flesh shriveled, like a broken bag that had been emptied out.
Two or three seconds later, the river beach became dark again.
Lin Ze knelt on one knee, holding his wand on the ground, sweating all over his body.
He was panting like a bellows, sweat dripping down his chin into the black river water.
The vampire was still twitching on the ground, like a half-dead centipede, kicking its limbs and letting out inarticulate sobs.
At this moment, Lin Ze suddenly looked up at the woods on the other side of the river, and a figure appeared there.
He was tall and thin with gray hair. He walked slowly and slowly, and he was carrying an old brown suitcase in his hand. The box was covered with various faded labels.
By the moonlight, Lin Ze could see that face clearly.
Compared with the photo, this face is much older, with wrinkles piled up on the forehead and corners of the eyes like old tree bark, but the charm of youth can still be seen through the bright eyes.
Newt·Scamander.
Lin Ze When this name came into his mind, the old man had already stopped less than ten steps away from him.
He first looked at Lin Ze, then at the vampire who was still twitching on the ground.
"Oh..." Newt·Scamander stood there, still holding his suitcase with a story in his right hand, and tilted his head, "I'm still thinking about who made this place so bright. My cuckoo bird was scared and a little anxious even ten miles away."
Lin Ze opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but his throat was so dry that it was on fire, and as soon as he opened his mouth, there was a sound like a broken bellows, "Newt...Newt·Scamander?"
"You know me?" The old man raised his eyebrows, seeming a little surprised.
Lin Ze smiled forcefully, "To be precise, I'm here specifically to find you..."
"Looking for me?" Newt tilted his head again, looking more like an old owl.
"Yes, looking for you."
"How did you know I was here?"
"As a Ministry of Magic person, I always have my own special news channels." Lin Ze twitched his lips.
Newt glanced at Lin Ze: "Are you from Britain Ministry of Magic?"
"Department of Magical Law Enforcement, Special Operations Team, deputy team leader Lin Ze."
"Special Operations Team?" Newt blinked.
"In the years since I was away from Britain, would Ministry of Magic still have such a ridiculous name?"
Lin Ze didn't have the energy to argue with him, so he sat back on the ground, took out the remaining recovery potion from his arms, and drank two gulps while resisting nausea.
"Mr. Scamander, I have something to ask you for help."
"Don't worry yet." Newt squatted down and took out a small glass bottle from the suitcase, which contained some silver-gray powder.
He walked up to the vampire and sprinkled the powder on it.
The thing made an extremely weak neighing sound, and then like a weathered rotten wood, it began to shatter from the surface inch by inch, and finally turned into a puddle of gray-white dust.
Lin Ze's eyes were straightened.
"What the hell is this?"
"The powder prepared with silver, salt and Thestral Beast feathers can suppress the regeneration ability of vampires." Newt put the empty bottle away and clapped his hands.