The Blood Professor at Hogwarts

"You don't want to get in there at this time."

Just when Dracula was about to step into the arch, a voice suddenly sounded from behind him.

With Dracula's perception ability, he hadn't even noticed when there was another person here.

He stopped and turned around in surprise.

I saw a figure standing in the mist, wearing a gorgeous red cloak, and a long hood covering his face, leaving no trace of skin exposed to the air.

This appearance is really familiar.

Dracula: "..."

"It's hard for me to imagine that I would be so bored." Looking at the hooded figure in front of him, his expression was very strange, "Is it necessary for you to dress like this? Anyway, it's not that I don't know who you are."

"...The form still needs to be changed." The hooded man was silent for a moment, then said in an indistinct voice.

"...You just want to be happy." Dracula put his hands on his chest and pulled the corners of his mouth at him, "Then tell me, why don't I want to enter there at this time? In fact, you should know I'd rather like to go inside that archway."

"Not yet." The hooded man said vaguely.

"But why can't you speak clearly?" The corners of Dracula's mouth twitched, "I can't imagine that one day I will become a riddle man like you."

"There are many things you can't think of!" The man in the hood suddenly chuckled, and Dracula could even imagine the corners of his mouth curled up under the hood.

For the first time, he realized that when others saw the wicked smile on his lips, would they be as angry as he is now.

"What's the point of being idle..." Dracula took out the time converter that had just come from the time hall from his pocket, and curled his lips disdainfully, "It's just five hours, what else can happen? Can't there be a big change that hasn't been seen in more than 1000 years?"

"Who told you that I came back five hours later?" The hooded man said calmly, "I told you, there are many things you can't imagine."

Kong Mengdi, the boy of Dracula

Shrinking, staring fixedly at the figure in the gorgeous red cloak.

He bought this suit temporarily at Mrs. Malkin's clothing store in order to fight against his past self, and he never wore it again except when traveling through time.

Obviously, this figure is the future Dracula himself.

But he couldn't judge how long since the future self came back to the present.

If not five hours, is it a day?or a month?Or even a year or even many years?

If the future self really came back to the present from many years later, is he just here to prevent the past self from walking into this archway?

What is inside this arch?

"Tell me, why don't you let me in?" Dracula asked bluntly.

"Haven't you thought about it? The real meaning of "Death Hall"." The hooded man said softly.

"Doesn't it mean that the power of death is stored in it?" Dracula frowned, "I'm still wondering why my magic power and the power of death seem to come from the same source."

"But why didn't you expect that with the abilities of those wizards, how could they store so much energy of time, universe, love, and even death?" research level?"

Dracula fell silent.

"Think about it, the Department of Mysteries existed long before the establishment of the Ministry of Magic." The hooded man said, "In other words, the Ministry of Magic was established here for the Department of Mysteries. "

"So... what's in it?" Dracula asked softly after a moment of silence.

"The curtain keeps fluttering without wind, because life is dying in the world every moment." The hooded man said, "And in this space, the stone steps that descend around the surroundings mean life gradually aging..."

"Haven't you figured it out? What kind of place is the world behind the arch?"

Dracula turned his head to look at the old and dilapidated archway, a sense of amazement gradually flashed in his eyes.

"I didn't expect that this archway is so important that it's worth me trying to travel back in time to prevent myself from entering." He suddenly laughed, "But have you ever thought that the more people discourage me, the more I will get out of it?" I want to go in and have a look!"

Before he finished speaking, Dracula suddenly turned around before the hooded man could react, and stepped decisively into the dark gray curtain inside the arch.

One step out, change the world!

The first thing that catches the eye is a large sea of ​​flowers with umbrella shape, curled petals and no leaves.

Countless manjusawa.

Dobby planted a few flowers in Dracula's office, and Andros also had dozens of them in the secret place on the top of Mount Olympus, but there has never been such a shock of red petals spreading all over the ground.

The sky has also turned completely dark gray, in stark contrast to the bright flowers on the ground.

There was no sun in the sky, and a faint light came from nowhere, and a gloomy world appeared in front of my eyes.

At the end of the sea of ​​flowers, tall mountain peaks suddenly rise from the red ground, all of which seem to be stained with scarlet blood, forming a continuous piece.

In the gloomy purgatory, endless skeletal phantoms float in the air, struggling to move their mutilated bodies from time to time.

Seven or eight huge mountains of dead bones stand tall, and endless blood-colored rivers flow between the bones...

In the center of this space, there is a figure sitting on a throne of bones. Behind him is a dark cloak hanging down. Countless skull-like phantoms are piled up on the hem of the cloak, struggling and howling all the time. He didn't want to drag the owner of the cloak into the surrounding river of blood, but it was like a mayfly shaking a tree, unable to move at all.

Even with Dracula's experience of more than a thousand years, he never thought that he would see such a scene one day.

There was some movement in his eyes, and he slowly lifted his footsteps, and walked towards the Throne of Bones in the distance in the sea of ​​flowers that could not be seen beyond the horizon.

Dracula was a little curious as to who would live in such a hell.

Is it like Beedle the Poet?

As in the legend of "Story Collection", is there really a god of death in this world?

This feeling of disrupting the inherent cognition constantly stimulated Dracula's nerves, making him only interested in the new environment, without the slightest awe and fear of the unknown.

As Dracula continued to deepen, the cloak on the throne of bones slowly swayed.

The figure on the throne raised his head, revealing a pair of dark gray eyes without any focus.

There is almost no flesh and blood on his face, only a face made of dry skin and bones, which is almost the same as a normal skeleton, only more terrifying and powerful.

"What a dense darkness." The skull didn't open his mouth, but an obscure and terrifying voice came from his body, "It's really rare that such a dense darkness never asked for my help in this world, but came here directly."

"Oh?" Dracula raised his eyebrows, "So... can many people with dark bodies seek your help?"

"Of course, without my help, how could they have obtained such a power that is so powerful that it should not belong to the world." Skull stood up proudly, raised his arms and swung the cloak far away behind his back.

Not only is his figure not as skinny as his face, but he looks extraordinarily muscular. Coupled with his tall height, he can almost give people a sense of oppression.

"You mean, your power doesn't belong to the world?" Dracula asked with great interest.

"I don't belong to what you call the world." Skull said, "Since you have come to this world, don't you understand who I am?"

"Really." Dracula shrugged, "It turns out that there really is such a thing as the Grim Reaper. I always thought it was made up by that guy Beedle."

"Since you know that I am the god of death, it's fine if you don't submit to me, but don't you know how to respect me?" Dracula's indifferent attitude made the god of death a little angry, "Aren't you afraid of death, mortal?"

"Afraid of death?" Dracula sneered, "I'm tired of living a long time ago, if you can help me die, then you are amazing."

grim Reaper:"……"

He looked at Dracula carefully with dark gray eyes, his expression gradually darkening.

"It turns out to be the bloody blood of the blood race, and you have the purest blood of the blood race..." The god of death said in a cold voice, "It's really disgusting."

"What happened to the blood race?" Dracula frowned. "Isn't the blood race one of the common races in the magic world?"

"Ordinary race?" Death God sneered, "It's fine if that's the case, but it's a pity..."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly skipped the previous topic, "Big blood, I really can't kill you. But I can definitely imprison you here forever, so that you can never escape from this place!"

Death reached forward.With his movements, it seemed as if the entire space was rotating with him, and an extremely powerful coercion acted on Dracula's body.

It was rare for Dracula to feel such a strong pressure, but a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"As expected of the god of death, it really is different from those earth chickens and dogs in this world." He laughed wantonly, "Hahahaha... that's exciting enough!"

The blood-red light in Dracula's eyes flowed rapidly, and countless dark energies erupted from his body, and even the death power permeating this space was integrated with Dracula's own magic power, blowing the cloak behind him gotta rattle

The wings spread out suddenly, and Dracula flew into the air in a flash, driving a bloody river to swirl around his body non-stop, and even used the surrounding power in a short time to stalemate with the oppression of the entire space.

"It's useless, blood race, this is my home field!" The god of death roared coldly.

The next moment, a more violent breath suppressed it.

Dracula frowned, turned his head to look in the direction he came from.There should have been an old arch with dark gray hangings standing in the sea of ​​flowers, but there was nothing at this time.

"Heh, I'm not interested in staying here with you and staying here without interest." Dracula's figure quickly drifted back in the air, avoiding the most powerful area, and then summoned a round of dark moon behind him .

"It's useless, this is not where you are

world, your space magic won't work. The god of death laughed wildly, rolling up a more manic storm.

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However, at this moment, a ray of gray and red magic power suddenly gushed out from the shadow of the dark moon.Dark Moon, who had never been able to contact the outside world, seemed to have a coordinate in the endless fog, and instantly made a position!

When this strand of red and gray intertwined magic power appeared, the expression on Death's skull-like face changed drastically.

"This is... this is... this kind of ability is definitely not something you can possess! It's impossible..." he murmured, "Why... the blood race..."

Dracula didn't hear what the god of death was saying, so he disappeared into the sea of ​​bright red flowers accompanied by the faint moonlight.

It's summer again

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When the dark moon dissipated, Dracula had appeared in the Death Hall of the Department of Mysteries.

He raised his gaze, and sure enough, he saw a figure in a gorgeous red cloak, leaning against the arch with his chest folded, as if he was not surprised at all.

"So you already knew that I would not listen to persuasion and enter this arch?"

Dracula felt a little funny, walked to the other side of the arch, and made the same movement of leaning against the door.

"Of course, after all, that's what I did at the time." The hooded man laughed, and the laughter seemed very pleasant.

"Oh, so as Nico said, there is only one timeline in this world, and the power of time will automatically make up for the changes in it, right?" Dracula asked, "I don't quite understand, this complete timeline How exactly did the cycle come about?"

"You should expect that the past can be changed through time magic, otherwise the existence of time energy is meaningless." The hooded man said, "As for this time loop, it is naturally the result of time repairing—"

He turned around from the other side of the arch and walked to Dracula's side, "Since I can go back to this point in time from the future, I am sure that the timeline will complete itself, and I don't have to worry so much about the other things." ..."