The Blood Professor at Hogwarts

When Dracula finished his thoughts and came down the stairs again, he saw Ollivander checking John Kowalski's wand solemnly.

"Well," said Mr. Ollivander, "a very well-made wand, probably made by an excellent wandmaker..."

He raised his wand, turned it over before his eyes, and examined it carefully.

"That's right...snake wood, the core of the rod made of the whiskers of cats and leopards, right?" He glanced at John.

"Yes, the same material as my grandfather's wand, but his one didn't have a core." John nodded.

"No core?" Ollivander looked up at John in amazement, "Forgive me, I don't know any wand that can cast magic without a core..."

"Oh, don't doubt yourself, my grandfather never used that wand to cast spells." John laughed, "He's a Muggle!"

"Muggle?" Ollivander's eyes widened.

"Ahem...Mr. Ollivander, don't worry about this detail." Dumbledore, who came into the room as a referee, coughed dryly twice, and said, "Jacob, that is Mr. Kowalski's grandfather. The wand was given to him by me back then."

"Oh, Albus, this is..."

"It's a souvenir. It seems that Mr. Kowalski's family likes that wand very much." Dumbledore smiled and motioned for Ollivander to continue his work.

"I wonder what you did when you were younger..." Ollivander shook his head noncommittally, and then looked at the wand again, "The snakewood wand, of course, is the most famous one from Slytherin. root, suitable for all kinds of esoteric magic..."

Dracula listened to Ollivander's words, and looked at John's snakewood wand with interest.

He suddenly remembered that the snakewood staff used by Salazar Slytherin seemed to be brought to America by some descendant, and he didn't know where it went now.

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"Personally, I have never used cat and leopard whiskers as a wand core. I think there are too many changes in wands made of cat and leopard whiskers..." Ollivander continued, "However, everyone has their own hobbies. Since If it is suitable for you, it is also a core suitable for all kinds of spiritual magic."

"Twelve and a quarter inches, without any wear and tear. . . . Well, flocks of birds!"

There was a loud bang from the snakewood wand, like a pistol firing, and a flock of birds fluttered out of the wand head, and through the open window into the pale sunlight.

"Very well," Mr. Ollivander smiled, and handed the wand back to John. "There is one last...Mr. Potter."

Harry stood up, passed John, walked to Ollivander, and handed over his wand.

"Ah, yes," Ollivander's light-colored eyes suddenly flashed with extreme excitement, "yes, yes... I remember clearly that this was the wand that was made at the same time as that man , with twin phoenix feathers..."

"That person?" Rita Skeeter suddenly looked up from her manuscript.

Harry looked at Ollivander in a panic, winking at him quickly.

He never told anyone that his wand had the same core as Voldemort's.

In fact, Harry was so fond of his wand that, in his opinion, it could not be blamed for its relationship to Voldemort's wand - any more than he himself could disown his Aunt Petunia.

but

, he really hoped Mr. Ollivander wouldn't tell anyone in the room about it... Rita Skeeter's shorthand quill would probably explode with excitement if Ollivander revealed the secret.

Ollivander seemed to understand Harry's expression, smiled knowingly, lowered his head and fell silent, examining his wand carefully.

Finally, he let a puff of wine come out from the tip of his wand, and handed it back to Harry, declaring it to be in very good shape.

Rita Skeeter didn't react, she didn't know what Ollivander's words meant, she lowered her head in disappointment, and continued to secretly make up stories for Dracula.

Dracula, however, saw the source of the wand through Harry's eyes.

"In that case, maybe Potter's wand might interest Riddle?" He pondered.

Chapter 250 How to repair the split soul

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"Very well, thank you for your cooperation."

After Ollivander checked Harry's wand, Dumbledore stood up from the referee table and said to everyone present.

"Now you can go back to class... Oh, maybe it's more appropriate to go directly to the auditorium for dinner, anyway, they will end get out of class soon."

As he spoke, he winked playfully at the five warriors.

Harry, who had been very depressed all this time, felt that something went well today.

He stood up to leave, but the man with the black camera jumped up and cleared his throat.

"Take a photo, Dumbledore, take a photo!" Bagman slapped his thigh suddenly, and shouted excitedly, "Let's take a photo with the referee, the security guard and the warrior, what do you think, Rita?"

"Well—well, let's take a group photo first," Rita Skeeter said, her eyes constantly wandering over Dracula, Krum, and Harry, the people who are most likely to make big news. I’ll take some more single-person photos later.”

It took a long time to take pictures.

No matter where Mrs. Maxim stands, it is easy to block others, and the room is too small for the photographer to stand far away, making it difficult to include her in the shot.

In the end she had to sit down, and the others stood around her.

Karkaroff kept running his fingers around his goatee, trying to make it into a curl; Cedric smiled shyly at the camera; Fleur tossed her hair and smiled amazingly ...

Somewhat surprisingly, Klum was supposed to be used to things like taking pictures, but instead he stalked and hid behind everyone.

The cinematographer seemed particularly motivated to get Fleur to the front, but Rita Skeeter always caught up, insisting that Dracula, Harry, and Krum be more prominent.

Then she insisted on taking one-on-one photos of the referees, safety and Warriors.

But Dracula ignored him at all, turned around and left the room, so she had to turn her attention to the "bully" Harry and Krum, and took photos of each warrior.

After a long time, the warriors finally got out.

When they rushed to the auditorium, those students who were in the classroom had already finished their meals.

For Harry, the only good thing seemed to be getting a little bit worse.

……

After Dracula left the room where the interview was arranged, he went straight to the room not far from the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, which was assigned to Riddle's Defense Against the Dark Arts teaching assistant's office.

Pushing open the door, the handsome black-haired young man was reading a book, and when he saw Dracula's arrival, he showed a somewhat surprised expression.

"Professor Dracula, aren't you dealing with the Final Four? Why did you suddenly think of coming here?" Riddle stood up and asked, "The students' homework has been graded today, do you need to take a look at it? "

He put down the book in his hand, picked up a stack of thick and neat parchment from the desk by the window, and handed it to Dracula.

"I'm not here to check your work." Dracula waved his hand and pushed the homework back.

Had it not been for the connection between Harry's wand and Voldemort, which made Dracula suddenly think of himself as an assistant teacher, he might have largely ignored Riddle.

The teaching assistant, who was very hastily found from the diary at the time, has become extremely low-key since Dracula discovered the remains of Slytherin in the last school year.

Every day, he just conscientiously assigns and corrects the homework of the little wizards, makes a demonstration in class when necessary, and occasionally acts as a sparring partner in the duel club...

In addition to working time, Riddle has been reading books, reading different magic books... According to him, he only has the memory of Voldemort before he was 16 years old, and his accumulation of magical knowledge is far from enough. He must continue to learn.

It is simply the speech of a model student.

Of course, Dracula had no reason to stop him from continuing his studies, after all, he had done a good job as a teaching assistant, and even a vitriolic professor like Snape would not be able to pick any thorns.

Of course, Dracula didn't intend to criticize at all.

Only by having a reliable teaching assistant to handle all kinds of trivial troubles of being a professor, can you have the opportunity to come out and have fun!Why not do it?

Dracula turned his attention back to the book that Riddle had just placed on the desk.

This is a rather thick tome, the cover is faded black leather, with a string of letters written in a strange font——

Sophisticated Dark Arts Revealed.

"Cutting-edge black magic? It's quite bragging. How does this book read?" Dracula casually picked up the tome and opened the first page.

Before Riddle had time to remind, a ferocious black skull suddenly emerged from the title page of the book, let out a piercing scream, and rushed towards Dracula's eyes.

However, without waiting for Dracula to react, the skull seemed to have been frightened, and immediately turned around to return to the pages of the book.

The next moment, two slender fingers pinched the black mist on the back of the skull's head, and brought it to his eyes like a puppy.

"Interesting, is this a black magic trap set by the author of this book?"

Dracula looked at the skull with interest, and he felt that the image of the skull in the Dark Mark was meant to be taken from here.

"Let me see... the fog should be a bluff, and the main thing is to add a mental impact."

Dracula said to himself, "Oh, is the author of this black magic book actually a good person? Wizards who don't have enough energy to bear the black magic in this book will be stunned by this skull, so they can do it The effect of the warning?"

Riddle looked at this scene from the side with a face full of shame, and always felt that even though he had worked hard and made progress, he was still a person who was not in the same world as this professor.

Every time he opened this book, he had to be prepared, so as not to be affected by this skull, so that his learning efficiency would be reduced in the following time.

...But this skull is as weak and harmless to Dracula as a young puppy, let alone being mentally affected.

"Professor Dracula, I guess this author can't be said to be a good person, he is very proud..." Riddle said, "In my opinion, the author probably thinks that wizards who are not powerful enough are not qualified to read their own works."

"Oh, if that's the case, then it's really arrogant." Dracula shook his head with a sneer, and began to turn the book backwards.

This tome is also worthy of the name "Secrets of Cutting-Edge Black Magic". All kinds of black magic in it are quite complete and precise, and there are few mistakes or omissions.

It contains a large number of evil magic files, as well as various cases of evil experiments.

It can be seen that the author who wrote this book cannot really be a good person in the literal sense, otherwise he would not have a soft spot for these evil cases.

Riddle watched Dracula's movements nervously, hoping that his reading speed could skip some important information...

However, the last thing he wanted to see happened after all.

When Dracula turned to a certain page, his movements suddenly stopped.

"Horcrux?" Dracula raised his eyes and looked at Riddle with a half-smile, "You read this book mainly for this content, right?"

It is rare, even with Dracula's experience, it is rare to see books that contain specific information about Horcruxes.

But this "Secret of Advanced Black Magic" also covers the process of making Horcruxes, the influence of Horcruxes on the creator's soul, and the method of repairing the soul...

"Can the soul be repaired?" Dracula said softly.

"Yes, it's written in the book... Only through remorse can the split soul be repaired." Riddle nodded slowly and said, "This process is painful and may be fatal."

"I remember that you absorbed soul fragments from other Horcruxes before." Dracula frowned, "If I remember correctly, it was the one in Royna's crown."

"Isn't this way of merging souls a kind of repair? I don't think you have any regrets."

"Yes, this kind of fusion only relies on the characteristics of me as a special Horcrux, and it is not considered