The Blood Professor at Hogwarts

But in an instant, his whole body was enveloped by an evil and dark aura.

The black and red cloak is moving behind without wind, and blood is faintly flashing in the wine red eyes...

The next moment, the wind blows!

The Bowtruckles stepping on Dracula's shoulders jumped up in fright, jumped off their shoulders one by one, and climbed up the Bowtruck tree as if fleeing, their small brown eyes full of surprise and uncertainty.

The guardian tree swayed crazily in the strong wind, buds appeared on the slender branches, and the sorbus flowers bloomed almost at the same time!

Clusters of pure white sorbus flowers sway in the wind, and the whole tree is like falling under the heavy rain in the deep winter and severe cold.

snow.

In Newt's eyes, the suitcase environment, which was just a colorful summer, seemed to change color in an instant, and his eyes were filled with bright white.The wind blows over Katsuyuki's flowers, as if pieces of shining crystals have been blown down.

Every flower is really surrounded by bright white light!

These white lights squeezed and squeezed Dracula, trying to push this dark being away from his spotless territory.

However, Dracula still just smiled and remained motionless.

"See, Mr. Scamander," he said softly. "If I don't want to, no one will find out that I came from the darkness...not even the Warder Tree."

However, Newt barely heard Dracula's voice at this time, and all his eyes were focused on the guardian tree full of flowers.

This is the first time Newt has seen this magical tree that looks like a sorbus tree bloom!

"It's so beautiful!" Newt murmured, "It turns out that the flowers of the guardian tree are really the same as the sorbus."

The flowers of the Bowtruckle were still blooming, and the white light became more and more dazzling, as if it wanted to cover the isolated island specially built for the Bowtruckle.

At this moment, Newt's child hole suddenly shrank.

He saw that as the light shone, the flowers on the guardian tree began to wither gradually.

"Professor Dracula, stop!" Newt shouted hastily, "The magical power of the guardian tree is limited, it can't withstand the impact of such a strong dark breath!"

Dracula looked back in some surprise.

Sure enough, the branches and leaves of this guardian tree had gradually become wilted, and all the slender branches of the tree were drooping dryly.

Countless Bowtruckles jumped down from the tree in a panic, carrying many small bugs like wood turtles as food, and moved towards the Bowtruck next door.

Dracula straightened up and left the territory of the guardian tree.

"It seems that Hogwarts' herbalism textbook is still exaggerated." He looked back at the guardian tree whose light was slowly fading, and shrugged helplessly, "As long as you touch the trunk of this tree, you can How about protection from dark creatures?"

"But you are not an ordinary dark creature, Professor Dracula." Newt said dumbfoundedly, "I have seen scenes of guardian trees expelling dark creatures many times, but I really like the spectacular sight of a tree full of flowers. See you for the first time."

"In the two minutes just now, the magic power released by this guardian tree might have been able to drive away a group of werewolves, but it didn't seem to have any effect on you..."

Newt sighed with emotion, walked up to the guardian tree with his wand in his hand, and began to heal the tree with the magic of plant growth recovery.

Dracula also withdrew the dark aura around him, and approached the magic tree again.

I don't know if it's because I can't feel the dark breath of Dracula anymore, or because I know I can't expel this existence. This time, the guardian tree didn't respond to Dracula's approach.

"Professor Dracula, I think you may be remembered by the Bowtruckle." Newt said suddenly.

He was casting a spell on the Bowtruckle, and Bowtruckle Pickett, still on his forefinger, whined to him incessantly.

Chapter 150: Back to Dracula's Castle

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Half of the sun had already set beyond the distant skyline, and a piece of extremely beautiful bright glow dyed the sky red in the afterglow of the setting sun.

A thin line of mist emerged from the forest below, reflecting the twilight on the ground and the brilliance of the sky even more.

The silver luxury car flew quietly in the half-dark sky, and the car body was also dyed a bright red by the sun's rays, interlacing with the gradually rising star curtain in the sky.

Today, the car is no longer exposed to ultraviolet rays, and the ink on the car glass has been manually turned off by Dracula.

Through the car window, he looked at the twilight of the Albanian forest, which was reflected reddishly by the setting sun, and frowned slightly.

Even at the end, Dracula did not find any unusual sights in this forest, nor did he find any special places.

"Maybe I'm just thinking too much?"

Holding the steering wheel, he took a last look at the forest below which he was about to fly past, thinking silently.

Newt sat in the passenger seat holding Teddy Niffler, stroking its fluffy fur.

This Niffler had just done a great job, successfully poking out of the box with its small paws, and releasing Newt from the tightly closed lid.

As for the culprit, Dracula, who closed the box lid and snapped the button, he slipped out of the box early with dark moon magic, and lifted Newt and the box directly out of the Rolls-Royce. People then embarked on a journey to Romania again.

The car sped away in the northeast direction.

Time passed, when bright stars hung high in the sky, a steep mountain appeared at the end of Dracula's vision.

The pitch-black city wall stood gloomy on the ridge, and cloudy clouds shrouded the peaks, obscuring the outline of the Castle Lake.

The crooked moon hangs above the cloudy clouds, and the cold moonlight is cut into layers and pieces of trivial shapes by the clouds, scattered messily on the city wall, vaguely showing a few phantoms of flying bats, with a gloomy look. scene.

But in this gloomy look, there is also an alternative atmosphere and prosperity.

"So... welcome to Dracula's Castle, Mr. Scamander."

Dracula raised the corner of his mouth and said to Newt beside him.

Newt looked up sleepily, looking at the precipitous mountain and the castle standing on the ridge under the cloud and reflected by the messy moonlight.

"Is this the legendary Dracula's castle?" He couldn't help but wondered in his eyes, and murmured, "I always thought that Brown Castle was the stronghold of Romanian vampires, but I didn't expect that there was another castle hidden behind it." A bigger castle."

Newt sat up straight and stretched his sore waist and neck.

After all, he was still old, and after sitting in the car for several hours, Newt felt a little flustered, even though the seat had been transformed by Dracula's magic.

Teddy, who was curled up in his arms, was sleeping soundly. After being woken up by Newt's movement, he gave him a complaining look, rubbed his eyes, and stretched out his two short arms. Lazy.

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Afterwards, Teddy climbed up to the windshield of the car along Newt's legs, pressed his two small eyes against the glass, and looked curiously at any shining place that was illuminated by the moonlight outside the window.

"Brown Castle is, in fact, only a front, Mr. Scamander."

Dracula held the steering wheel with one hand, rubbed and sniffed Teddy's head with the other hand, and after drawing Teddy's dissatisfied gaze, he smiled and said to Newt:

"Let me think about how to describe it...Brown Castle should be regarded as an external office of Dracula's Castle, right? Some peripheral vampires will be on duty there, while monitoring the behavior of other vampires."

"After all, vampires are still dark creatures. There are always some unruly guys who like to secretly suck the blood of Muggles. We are responsible for the local security."

Dracula introduced to Newt.

"Responsible for law and order?" Newt had absurd emotions in his eyes.

Even a magizoologist like Newt who doesn't discriminate against any creature and is contemptuous, can't make the vampire

The word ghost is associated with policing.

Of course, Newt will not, like other wizards, have stereotypes about vampires, which are classified as "people" by the Ministry of Magic. He knows that among the vampire group, there are also some beings who can communicate with ordinary people normally.

Even in this group, there are very good and successful people such as vampire singer Loken Deyce.

But as a magizoologist, Newt also knows that most of the lowest-level vampires have not escaped their old habits after all, and still maintain the urge to suck human blood indiscriminately, unable to control their desire to eat at all.

This kind of vampire often becomes a destroyer and disruptor of the law and order in the wizarding world, just like the stereotype of wizards.

So he couldn't imagine that this Dracula's castle actually had an external office of Brown's castle, which was used to maintain the stability of the magic society!

"Don't be so unconvinced, Mr. Scamander." Dracula chuckled, "Let me ask you a question first: In this area of ​​Romania, a large-scale magical accident that endangered public order suddenly occurred. Who do you think caused it in the first place?"

Newt froze for a moment, and said with some hesitation:

"Although I don't subconsciously think of the magical accident caused by someone, but if you think about it...the wizards living in Romania probably think of vampires and werewolves first, right?"

"I remember I stayed in the fire dragon sanctuary in Romania for a while." Newt's eyes flickered, thinking, "At that time, whenever a fire dragon was hurt, the dragon trainers in the sanctuary would often go to the vampire first. to doubt."

"In comparison, the werewolves in Romania are a little bit better, because they are still infected by humans after all, and they are only powerful enough to be aggressive and uncontrollable during the night of the full moon."

"However, vampires are different. In the general view of wizards, vampires need to drink blood at any time, and they have the uncontrollability of being unable to control their blood-sucking desire."

While talking, Newt's eyes gradually showed surprise, "So... in order to prevent others from suspecting you, the group of vampires took the initiative to maintain law and order in the magic world?"

"This is a relatively important reason." Dracula nodded lightly, "In order to prevent other magical accidents from endangering the not-so-positive reputation of the vampire group, we are naturally responsible for the security of the Romanian magic community."

"Of course, that's not the main reason." Dracula suddenly raised the corners of his mouth happily.

"Have you dealt with the Romanian Ministry of Magic, Mr Scamander?" he asked softly.

"It's not considered to have dealt with..." Newt said, "However, when I was in the Fire Dragon Reserve, I met a few officials from the Romanian Ministry of Magic, and he also chatted with me during the day when I was communicating with Minister Albertel. About the Romanian Ministry of Magic."

"Abertel commented like this - he told me that the wizards of the Romanian Ministry of Magic are usually very arrogant, but as soon as the name of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts is mentioned, they will immediately become arrogant. A look of secretiveness..."

Having said that, Newt's words froze suddenly.

He suddenly opened his eyes wide and looked at Dracula with disbelief.

"Could it be that……"

"You guessed it right, Mr. Scamander." Dracula laughed happily, "During the years of Dracula's Castle's operation, most of the seats in Romania's Ministry of Magic have long been occupied by senior vampires."

"We maintain the law and order of the Romanian magic world, which is equivalent to supporting the work of those companions in the Ministry of Magic. Why not do it?"

"No wonder... I used to think that the wizards in Romania were very enlightened, and they were willing to share the magic world with vampires." Newt showed a suddenly realized expression, "It seems that under the influence of Dracula's Castle, the wizards here are very interested Vampire prejudice is already light."

"Actually, when I lived in the Fire Dragon Reserve, I had a very profound experience—" Newt said,

"Most wizards who stereotype vampires are dragon trainers from other countries, and those born and raised in Romania are more

This group sees nothing else. "

"I still vaguely remember that whenever a foreign wizard from the Fire Dragon Reserve wants to question a vampire, the officials of the Ministry of Magic will always make a big deal into a small matter, and take the matters questioned by those wizards lightly."

Newt smiled emotionally as he spoke.

"It's really amazing, Professor Dracula." He said with emotion, "It shouldn't be easy to do this, right?"

Seeing Newt's sincere eyes, Dracula's expression suddenly became a little unnatural.

"Hey, it's not that difficult..." He coughed dryly.