The Blood Professor at Hogwarts

The furnishings here are no different from other cells, and the grilles and walls of the cell do not show any signs of damage, as if Sirius Black really disappeared from this cell out of thin air.

If it’s a wizard holding a wand, it’s better to say: just use Apparition to leave; use the Unlocking Charm to open the door lock, and then lock it after you come out; use the Cutting Curse to cut the grille, and then use the Restoring Charm to restore it after you come out... It's fine with magic in hand.

But it is different in Azkaban. There are not only anti-apparition spells that cover the entire island, but also ancient runic circles that prevent magic.

In addition, the prisoners here do not have wands, plus their minds will be disturbed by dementors and become dizzy.

Obviously, these prisoners have no possibility of casting magic!

So, how did Sirius Black escape from his cell?

Dracula was lost in thought.

"Sir, what do you care so much about an outsider like Sirius?" At this moment, a Death Eater suddenly asked.

"Outsiders?" Dracula froze for a moment.

"Yeah, if he hadn't been locked in, I never knew there was such a number one person in the Death Eater team." The Death Eaters all murmured, "And he had a tough time with us before he was locked in. Yes, after all, he was still a member of the Order of the Phoenix back then."

"Is he also a member of the Order of the Phoenix?" Dracula felt more and more that something was wrong.

A wizard who was recognized by Dumbledore and thus joined the Order of the Phoenix would join the Death Eaters after Voldemort's downfall, and even killed thirteen innocent people with a radical change of character...

At this time, Bella's voice suddenly sounded.

"Why are you still obsessed with Sirius?" She looked at Dracula and asked impatiently, "He is an insignificant outsider, understand? Tell me quickly, are you the Lord Dark Lord? Someone sent to rescue us?"

Bella couldn't wait to hear Dracula's good news about Voldemort.

"Are you in such a hurry?" Dracula sneered flatly, "Okay, if that's the case, then I'll talk to you—"

"Let you down, I am not the rescuer he sent to rescue you." He said.

Disappointment appeared on the faces of the Death Eaters.

hopeful look.

"But..." Dracula changed the subject, "The Dark Lord has come in person, and wants to rescue you with his own hands."

Hearing this sentence, Bella burst into tears again, and wiped the mud spots and rust on her face with both hands.

"Speaking of which, you may be a little curious." Dracula chuckled, "Since he has come to save people himself, why has a wizard as powerful as the Dark Lord not yet succeeded in breaking into Azkaban and killing you all?" How about getting out?"

The Death Eaters present were also stunned.

Could it be that the Dark Lord's strength is far from recovered, and he can't even attack Azkaban, where there are not many Aurors stationed?Or, the Ministry of Magic has strengthened Azkaban's security forces?

They looked at Dracula, wanting an answer.

"Because... I don't want him to succeed!"

Dracula laughed happily.

Chapter 190 A Letter from the Ministry of Magic Prohibiting Misuse of Magic

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Hearing Dracula's unexpected words, Bellatrix's fanatical expression froze on her face.

"You... what did you say?" She opened her mouth blankly, revealing a row of somewhat uneven teeth.

"You may not know that Voldemort actually came to this island some time ago, the purpose is to pick up the most loyal Death Eaters like you." Dracula chuckled, took two steps diagonally forward, stood In the center of the entire floor.

"On Halloween last year, he set two goals: one is to use a special method to completely restore his own strength; the other is to break through Azkaban and rescue you."

Dracula admired the gradually dull gazes of the Death Eaters present with great interest, and then continued, "Perhaps you are now curious, why do I know Voldemort's goals so clearly?"

Some of the Death Eaters nodded curiously.

"That's because... I have destroyed both of his goals." Dracula raised the corners of his mouth and gave them a playful smile.

"You!" cried Alecto Caro, gnashing his teeth.

"How dare you?!" Amycus Carlo rushed to the grill of the cell, trying to reach out and grab Dracula's clothes, but he couldn't reach an inch of his clothes anyway.

The Death Eaters were furious and glared at Dracula who had a playful expression, as if they wanted to rush up and hit him with the Cruciatus Curse.

Bella tightly grasped the metal pillars of the grille, squeezed some strength out of nowhere, and slammed her head heavily against these hard, rusty iron bars, even if it was a blow to the head. The flow seems to have no feeling at all.

While bumping into each other, she cursed madly, "I will kill you...I will definitely kill you..."

"Just now you made it clear that you came to rescue us, and you also said that you would use this incident as credit to gain your position next to the Lord Dark Lord..." the older Death Eater said with dull eyes.

He looked at Dracula blankly, with a painful expression, as if he hadn't recovered from the beautiful dream just now.

"When did I say these things?" Dracula looked at him inexplicably, "If I remember correctly, these things are clearly made up by your own brains, right?"

The aged Death Eater froze, using his memory that had been worn down in Azkaban for many years, to carefully recall all the words Dracula had just said.

He suddenly realized that it seemed that Dracula had never really said what kind of attitude he had towards the Dark Lord——

Dracula just objectively introduced the current state of the Dark Lord who is not yet completely dead, talked about the actions he had done in the past, and said that he still treats the loyal Death Eaters imprisoned in Azkaban. did not give up...

Even Dracula himself said such extremely obvious words as "I am not the rescuer he sent to rescue you".

However, the Death Eaters who were imprisoned in Azkaban and tortured by dementors for too long created a kind of illusion for themselves. They have long believed it to be true.

When there is such a huge gap between the truth of the final incident and their fantasy, the first thing they think of is not to analyze coping strategies and methods, but to indulge in the fantasy they wove and cannot extricate themselves.

Among them, the elderly Death Eater was the most important.

He belonged to a pure-blood nobleman who had been in a high position for many years. He grew up with a golden key in his mouth. He had never experienced any setbacks since he was a child, and he didn't have much willpower to speak of.

It was not his intention to enter Azkaban this time.He didn't prefer death to surrender like other diehard Death Eaters, but he was caught because he was slow...

The prison life of more than ten years has long smoothed the edges and corners of this elderly Death Eater, so that he did not want to let go of the slightest chance of getting out of prison, but the cruel reality hit him hard. hand.

"To be honest, I originally wanted to get more information about Sirius Black out of your mouths..." Dracula looked at the emotional Death Eaters and shrugged slightly, " but I

I didn't expect that even if you were so close to him, you still couldn't figure out how he escaped from prison. "

"If that's the case, then you are useless, why don't you have some fun for me before you leave." He said with a cheerful smile.

"If you do this, Lord Dark Lord will definitely not let you go after he regains his strength!" Rudolph Lettrange roared angrily.

"Actually, no matter what I do, he won't let me go...or, I won't let him go." Dracula said casually, "Besides, don't expect your Dark Lord to come back to you in the near future." Your lord will come to save you, but he fucked in front of me until there is no powder left."

"How is it possible?!" someone shouted.

"How is it impossible?" A playful smile appeared on Dracula's face again, "It suddenly occurred to me that I only said that I destroyed Voldemort's two goals, but I didn't say how I destroyed them. You want Do you want to hear it?"

Before the Death Eaters could open their mouths, he continued on his own, "Actually, Voldemort's two goals are completely under my control. From the beginning to the end, I knew what he was going to do and what he was going to do." to achieve what..."

"I even sent him the materials he needed to be resurrected, just to surprise him!"

Dracula finished telling Voldemort's tragic experience vividly, and clearly described the traps Voldemort had, the disasters he experienced, and the tragedy when he was bullied by Dracula.

The expressions of the Death Eaters on the seventh floor of Azkaban became more and more terrifying, and their curses became louder and louder. The noisy Dracula really couldn't quietly observe the space left by Sirius Black. The cell is gone.

So he didn't bother to look for any clues at all, he turned his head and said to the dementor who had been following him all the time:

"These people seem to be scolding very vigorously. From this point of view, they have nowhere to vent their energy, and they are quite energetic."

"Well, you go and call your companions over, and let them come to the top floor of Azkaban to take a look around! Remember to help me "entertain" these energetic guys."

After all, Dracula showed an intriguing smile to these Death Eaters, snapped his fingers lightly and disappeared in place.

Only the Dementor, full of ecstasy and ecstasy, was left in the prison. After Dracula left, its dog-legged behavior immediately retracted, returning to its previous eerie and evil style.

This dementor was not only happy that he had escaped from the palm of that terrible existence; on the other hand, it was because according to Dracula's instructions, he could let go of eating the wizards at the highest level in Azkaban.

Although it was difficult to find any delicious positive emotions from the fanatical Death Eaters on this level, it was still worth eating some snacks to fill the teeth.

In the following period of time, wailing and screams filled the seventh floor of Azkaban Prison.

……

On the other hand, Harry's mood was not too good.

He was slumped against a low wall on Magnolia Crescent, a few blocks from the Dursleys' house.

Panting from dragging the boxes, Harry sat there without saying a word, still full of anger, his heart still beating violently.

Not long ago, Aunt Maggie, who came to the Dursleys' house as a guest, made things difficult for him, insulted and humiliated him and even his parents...

Harry couldn't take it anymore, he didn't even control it, or he didn't want to control the surging magic power in his body at all, and he inflated Aunt Marge into a balloon!

Then, he left home alone with his suitcase and the cage of the owl Hedwig under his arm, and came to this dark, quiet street.

But after ten minutes of sitting alone in this dark street, a new feeling came over him suddenly.

That's panic!

In any case, it seemed that he had never been in a worse situation than he was now-he was stranded alone in the muggle world with no future and nowhere to go.

Worst of all, he had just used magic, which meant he would almost certainly be expelled from Hogwarts!

Harry wreaks havoc on

The Act Restricting the Use of Magic by Minors, he is now very skeptical that it won't be long before representatives of the Ministry of Magic will suddenly Apparate to where he is sitting to punish him and order him to be expelled from Hogwarts .

Thinking of this, Harry's whole body trembled, and he looked around Magnolia Crescent Street.

He only knew that casting spells outside of school was not allowed, and that there would be extremely severe punishments, but he didn't know exactly what kind of punishment was waiting for him.

Will he be taken to Azkaban?Or simply be expelled from the wizarding world?

"It would be nice if Hermione was here, she must know what kind of punishment I will receive." Harry thought of his friends, and his mood became even more depressed.

Harry was sure that whether he was a criminal who broke the laws of the wizarding world or not, Ron and Hermione would try to help him.

But it is a coincidence that both of them are abroad now-Hermione's family is on vacation in France; while Wes came home to win the "Daily Prophet" award and went to Egypt on vacation, the newspaper sent by Ron It also has their photos printed on it!

Not only that, but now Harry only had Hedwig's cage with him, and Hedwig had just been sent by him to post an answer to Ron, and he was not around, so he couldn't get in touch with his two friends in time.

Harry fumbled in his pocket and found that he was completely destitute and didn't have any common Muggle coins on him.

In the purse at the bottom of his suitcase, there was a little Galleon left in the wizarding world, which might be exchanged for some emergency money.However, gold shops of unknown origin usually do not accept gold, let alone he is only a 13-year-old child.

The rest of the property his parents had left him was in the vaults underground at Gringotts Wizarding Bank, and there might still be some useful stuff in there, but right now he couldn't even find a way to travel to London by car.