The Blood Professor at Hogwarts

This passage not only restricts the access of wizards by virtue of the terrain, that would be too sloppy. Many wizards who are proficient in transfiguration can change their body shape through high-end human body deformation, and there is always a way to enter the passage.

Naturally, the Ministry of Magic would not allow such a thing to happen. Many ancient rune characters were engraved inside the passage, and many protective spells were placed, which could completely isolate the effects of all spells and prevent anyone from using magic to make tricks.

As for the normal entrance to Azkaban, it is located in the well-protected Azkaban garrisoned staff gathering area of ​​the Ministry of Magic. It is full of many magic organs, and there is an alarm device that leads directly to the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. Enter that way without disturbing the Ministry of Magic.

Of course, these two points are actually difficult for Dracula.

The reason why he chose the narrow and slender Dementor entrance is because it is relatively close to the location he knows, which is relatively less troublesome...

With a light leap, Dracula instantly transformed into a small bat in the air, and easily flew into this narrow and slender passage.

His transformation is different from the simple transformation of the human body. The form of the bat is not so much a product of transformation, but another form of Dracula. It is completely a real animal that can no longer be real.

Facing a bat that looked harmless to humans and animals, the protective magic in the passage naturally wouldn't make any unnecessary movements, allowing Dracula to fly past it easily.

……

Tiny bats flew through the narrow passages and emerged inside the fortress.

Dracula's figure appeared quietly, landed lightly on the wet ground, and looked around curiously.

The prison in Azkaban was very dark, and there was a gloomy and lonely chill everywhere. From time to time, a few dementors who came to "eat" or "eat and drink" drifted by.

When these dementors saw Dracula suddenly appearing inside the prison, most of them behaved in the same way——

First, they acted extremely excited and greedy, thinking that some new prisoner had been sent in, hoping to taste some fresh and happy emotions from the new prisoner.

Immediately afterwards, the fear in the hearts of the dementors would make them discover that this figure that suddenly appeared was not a newly sent prisoner, but an extremely dangerous ruthless man who could cleanse an island of dementors.

So the dementors immediately scattered and fled after they realized it, for fear that they would be wiped out if they didn't escape quickly enough...

"Don't rush away." Dracula grabbed the slowest dementor in his hand, and then he frowned, showing a disgusted expression, "Short your body's ability to absorb emotions. Take it, don't disgust me."

The dementor trembled for a long time, but really understood Dracula's words, and took back the ability that had never been closed and wanted to absorb other people's happy emotions anytime, anywhere, which made Dracula frown Soothed down.

"Very well, now show me the way. Where is Sirius Black's cell?" Dracula asked.

"Crackling..." The dementor made a strange sound in a daze, and he didn't know if he didn't understand Dracula's meaning or he didn't know where Sirius Black's cell was.

"Didn't you understand me just now?" Dracula frowned again, "As the guard of Azkaban, you don't even know where the escaped prisoner lived before?"

Hearing Dracula talking about jailbreak, the dementor understood this time, and nodded its strange-looking head.

It seems that it doesn't know where Sirius lives, but it doesn't know the names of these prisoners.

The Dementor glanced at Dracula hesitantly, and used its extremely barren brain to think for a moment, thinking of the Patronus Curse that enveloped the entire island of Azkaban more than half a year ago.

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Chapter 190 Bellatrix Lestrange

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"You do not know who I am?"

The crazy witch bared her teeth and showed a nervous smile. Through the disheveled hair covering half of her eyes, she looked at Dracula who was walking slowly from the narrow stairs.

"Why do I know who you are?" Dracula looked at her with interest, and raised the corners of his mouth, "Do you think you are famous?"

"It's boring, so you are not from the Ministry of Magic." The witch's nervous smile was withdrawn abruptly, and then she said with a sad face, "It's boring, I thought that fool Fudge was messed up by my cousin step down."

"Oh? Is Sirius Black your cousin?"

Dracula stepped forward, intending to lean against the grill where the witch was imprisoned, but seeing the rust stains on the grill, he silently dismissed the idea.

"If so, then maybe I really know who you are," he went on.

Dracula once saw the tapestry that recorded the family tree in the house of the Black family. With his excellent memory, it is not a problem to recall the specific content on the tapestry.

If the witch was Sirius Black's cousin, and Regulus was Sirius' biological brother, then she was also Regulus' cousin.

Regulus once introduced Dracula to that family tree. He has an older brother and three cousins——

They are Andromeda Black, who married a Muggle-born wizard and was expelled from the family tree by the Black family; Narcissa Black, who married Lucius Malfoy; and Married to Strand Bellatrix Black of House Kee.

Andromeda Black didn't care about Voldemort's most important concept of pure blood, so it was obviously impossible to become a heinous Death Eater and be imprisoned in Azkaban;

Dracula is quite familiar with Lucius, knowing that he and his wife are fine, and Draco Malfoy does not have a mother imprisoned in Azkaban, so it is obviously impossible for this crazy witch to be Narcissa Black;

Then the result is obvious, this witch is Bellatrix Black who married into the Strange family, or Bellatrix Strange.

"Bellatrix Lystrange, am I right?" Dracula said softly.

The mad witch leaned on a pile of dirty haystacks, looked at Dracula with eyes full of novelty and interest, and had a crazy smile on her lips.

"It seems that you are really not those boring officials of the Ministry of Magic." She said with a smile, "So, has this handsome gentleman brought anything interesting for us boring people?"

"Or, do you want to save us as a credit to Lord Dark Lord?"

Speaking of this, Bellatrix suddenly showed an extremely fanatical expression, "I can feel that the master has never been far away from us! You——it's you! As long as we get out of here, Send it to our master, and you will be reused!"

"Since you can bypass the surveillance of the Ministry of Magic and enter Azkaban, then you must be a wizard with some skills." Bella suddenly calmed down again, staring deeply into Dracula's eyes.

"Come on, gentleman, it's time for you to make a choice..."

The seventh floor of Azkaban seemed to be awakened by Bella's words, and the Death Eaters in other cells also turned their attention to Dracula's position, and some who were in a slightly better state even started to boo.

"Boy, let us out quickly, the Lord Dark Lord will not treat you badly!" shouted an ugly wizard.

"Carol, be quiet!" Another elderly wizard shouted in a hoarse voice, "in case you make this gentleman angry because of you, an uneducated fellow, and ruin our chance of leaving prison, Look at how I deal with you!"

"Mulciber, how do you know that this kid can take us out?" Another witch shouted, "What if he is just a trickster who sneaked in by chance?"

"I'm thinking about our freedom! You..."

The prisoners in the seventh-floor prison soon quarreled.

It can be seen that they have not been demented.

The blame is too great, most of them still have the strength to speak, and they are quite confident in arguing.

But neither Dracula nor Bellatrix had those noisy quarrels, but looked at each other with great interest.

"Have you made a decision?" Bella grinned.

Seeing the performance of the crazy witch in front of him, Dracula laughed softly.

"Before I tell you my choice, there is a piece of news I would like to tell you." A playful look flashed in his eyes.

Bella didn't hear the answer she wanted, she seemed a little unhappy, the corners of her upturned mouth drooped again, her expression became listless.

"Tell me." She said weakly.

"The news I want to share is related to your Lord Dark Lord." Dracula said slowly.

Bella's eyes widened suddenly, and she suddenly looked up at Dracula.

There seemed to be a breathtaking light in her eyes, and her eyes were shining brightly, as if she was going to cry out nervously the next moment.

"Say it! Come on—" Bella screamed.

"Hehehe...then you have to listen carefully." Dracula said with an intriguing smile on the corner of his mouth, "Your Lord Dark Lord... is indeed not dead!"

The air on the seventh floor of Azkaban suddenly became quiet, and the entire space seemed to freeze.

Those Death Eaters who were still arguing ferociously and wantonly venting their depressed emotions suddenly stopped, all kinds of expressions froze on their faces, and then turned their heads to look at Dracula in disbelief.

Bella was the scariest.

Ten years of prison life did not seem to have any impact on her physical fitness. She jumped up from the haystack and rushed to the grille of the cell, clutching the rusty metal grille tightly. With a frenzied light.

"Are you sure this news is true?" Bella gritted her teeth, staring at Dracula who seemed to be careless outside the grille.

"Of course." Dracula said with a half-smile, "I don't need to lie to you, do I?"

"Hahahahaha... I knew it!" Bellatrix raised her head and laughed wildly, "I knew the Dark Lord would not leave us so easily! Hahahahahaha..."

The other Death Eaters were a little unbelievable at first, and then showed expressions of ecstasy one after another. Some Death Eaters still had a longing for freedom that hadn't appeared for a long time.

These Death Eaters imprisoned in Azkaban are Voldemort's most die-hard followers. They are all convinced by Voldemort's personal strength and tough attitude, and are willing to sacrifice their lives for him.

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They all felt a kind of genuine joy when they heard the news that Voldemort was still alive.At the same time, they firmly believe that their master will not abandon them, and will definitely rescue them from this dark prison one day!

"We are saved!" The hardcore Death Eater, Amycus Carrow, clenched his fists happily, "The Lord Dark Lord will never forget our most loyal servants, and he will definitely come to save us when he regains his strength. us!"

Dracula looked at their performance, and the arc of the corner of his mouth was even more exaggerated.

"That's right, your master did not abandon you." He said happily, "The Dark Lord had just recovered part of his strength, and immediately wanted to fish you out of Azkaban."

Hearing Dracula's words, Bella suddenly let go of her hands holding the grid, and fell to her knees on the ground.

"Wuuuuuu...Master, how should I repay your kindness?" She covered her face with her hands and sobbed with tears in her eyes, "Master has not forgotten me..."

Immediately, she suddenly raised her head again, lifting her face from her hands.

"Are you the one sent by the master to save us?"

Bella looked at Dracula with tears in her eyes.Her face was stained with rust by the hand that just held the rusty grille, and it was wiped away with two lines of tears, making her look a bit hideous.

"Well... let me keep it a secret." Dracula chuckled, and changed the subject without a trace, "I still have a question to ask you—"

"I was wondering, did any of you see how Sirius Black escaped from Azkaban?"

By this time, the Death Eaters who had been imprisoned in Azkaban for many years and had long lost hope for freedom had already regarded Dracula, who brought good news, as a ray of light in a dark life. He was almost obedient and believed everything he said.

The moment Dracula asked a question, some Death Eaters rushed to answer it.

"Sir, I live right across from Sirius Black, and I'm definitely the one who sees it the most clearly." A wizard walked two steps into the prison and said loudly to Dracula, "I was the one who saw it the other day. Also saw Sirius Black lying in bed at night and he was gone the next day."

"It's as if it disappeared out of thin air. I didn't find anything wrong there at all."

"You mean, you didn't see what method he used to leave Azkaban, did you?" Dracula asked with a frown.

"Not at all." The wizard said, "By the way, sir, why do you pay attention to the matter of Sirius Black? Is there something wrong with this matter?"

"No, there's nothing wrong with it." Dracula shook his head slowly, then turned to look at the others, "This is really strange... Has anyone else seen how Black disappears?"

The other Death Eaters shook their heads, none of them having noticed the method Sirius Black used to leave Azkaban.

"Can he still disappear out of thin air?" Dracula stood in the cell where Sirius Black was originally, frowning and looking at the various furnishings inside.

A tattered wooden bed, a haystack of hay, and a dinner plate with a wide crack in it for serving food.