The Blood Professor at Hogwarts

"Listen to you, let's come together!"

He grabbed Harry's arm and helped Harry limp toward the trophy.

Walking from the dim hedge to the small square in the center of the brightly lit labyrinth, the shining trophy is getting closer and brighter, just like the joyful emotions in the two hearts.

Once at the trophy, Harry and Cedric each raised their hands above a shiny handle.

"I'll count to three, okay?" Harry said. "Let's grab the trophy, Mr. Bagman said it'll take us back together."

Cedric nodded with a smile.

"one two Three……"

The two put down their hands at the same time, and one grabbed a handle.

The next moment, their legs left the ground, and their hands were tightly glued to the handles of the Final Four Cup.

The Final Four Cup dragged them forward, flying forward amidst the whistling wind and swirling colors, not knowing where they were going

Amidst the gloomy black mist, a group of beautiful ancient Greek-style buildings loomed all around.

With his hands behind his back, Dracula walked leisurely through the secret realm, as if it was not a dangerous battle, but a carefree wandering.

However, Dracula's eyes faintly turned with light, which meant that his mood was not as calm as it appeared on the surface.

Although Andros pretended to be brave, in fact his situation was not good.

In the final analysis, this old antique who survived the ancient Greek period did not really live for so many years. He just used his unique patron saint to place the remaining soul, just to be able to use his own power to trap Haierbo. Die in a secret realm.

But the patron saint is ultimately created by a person's positive emotions. No matter how heartless Andros is, he will not be able to withstand the wear and tear of time.

Dracula can clearly feel that, especially in the last few hundred years, Andros's patron saint has become weaker and weaker... If it wasn't for the obsession in his heart to prevent Hai Erbo from going out to do evil, he might have followed suit. The wind dissipated.

The despicable Haierbo must be found in the shortest possible time, otherwise Andros may be completely overwhelmed by this endless darkness.

Dracula's eyes locked on a position, and then he quickened his pace.

The darkness in that direction is much thicker than other places!

The dark aura in the air became more and more serious, and the deeper it went, the more the darkness in it seemed to turn into substance, thick enough to form a dark liquid, blocking the progress of others.

But these obviously can't stop Dracula.

As one of the purest dark creatures, Dracula walks in this darkness like a fish in water.

In the deep darkness, he saw a rather wretched-looking old man with slovenly appearance and mischievous eyebrows, with his waist bent

Stand in the place where the darkest breath is thickest.

That is an existence that is notorious enough in the history of the magic world for thousands of years, despicable Hai Erbo.

"We meet again, Monsieur Count."

Seeing Dracula's arrival, Hai Erbo took the initiative to say hello.

"Oh? You don't seem to be the same today." Dracula gave him a surprised look, "I remember that every time I came to this secret place before, you would dodge in a panic, why are you so confident today? "

"Hehehe..." Hai Erbo laughed, "I have avoided you too many times, and I don't want to hide anymore today."

"I want to know, who gave you the courage?" Dracula took out his wand and rubbed it lightly in his hand.

The gloomy stick body seemed extremely excited in the darkness, exuding an aura of eagerness to try.

Not only that, but there seems to be some energy inside the wand that is waking up...

"Dracula, you won't understand what kind of power I have gained." Haierbo was very excited, and his face was full of fanaticism.

Dracula suddenly sneered, curling his lips in disdain.

"If you're talking about the power of that "Death God", then I think your sense of superiority is a bit ridiculous." He said indifferently, "It's just a poor bastard who relies on external power."

Haierbo's childish hole suddenly enlarged, and the expression on his face changed from frenzy to shock.

"You clearly don't have a Horcrux, so how could you know the existence of the God of Death?" He asked loudly, "Could it be that your so-called lack of interest in immortality is all pretending, and you still split your soul in private? Hypocrisy!"

"I'm not interested in imitating your self-harming stupid behavior," Dracula sneered, "Who told you that only by splitting the soul can you have a chance to understand another world?"

The stone arch in the Death Hall of the Department of Mysteries is connected to another world.No one seems to know about this matter... After all, entering that layer of veil means death, and not everyone has the opportunity to forcibly come out of that world.

Dracula became more and more curious about himself from the future, and he was able to compete with that "Reaper".

"Nonsense!" Haierbo's exasperated voice interrupted Dracula's thoughts.

"The power of that person is by no means comprehensible to those of you who have never experienced it!"

He suddenly clasped his hands together, and a vortex-like dark energy was slowly gathered, gradually forming an extremely terrifying black hole, as if even eyes could be sucked into it...

"Dracula, I admit that I have been suppressed by you for many years..." Haierbo's face gradually calmed down, but his tone was extremely sinister, "But today, I will let you feel the real power of darkness! "

The black hole erupted suddenly, and a dense dark cone burst out in the direction of Dracula.

Dracula's eyes suddenly became serious.

He realized that if this sharp cone hit the edge of the secret realm, it might be able to directly tear this space that gathered the belief and potential of the entire Greek magic world!

However, Hai Erbo did not do this.

In order to retaliate against Dracula for suppressing him for thousands of years, Hai Erbo chose to use this borrowed power to avenge him!

Dracula's eyes sparkled.He knew that he couldn't fight head-on, so he decided to avoid the edge and choose the right time to fight back.

However, at this moment, there seemed to be a power in his wand that suddenly woke up.

It was the power left in this wand by his future self, and Dracula had never discovered what it could be used for.

So he raised his wand with this force.

With the waving of the wand, the surrounding darkness seemed to be drawn by an inexplicable force, and all of them gathered towards the wand... It was as if they wanted to obey the guidance of the wand!

Dracula's eyes lit up, instead of avoiding it anymore, he turned around and flew towards the terrifying spike——

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The tip of the wand was precisely positioned on the tip of the cone. At that moment, time seemed to freeze...

"Om-"

after a long time

, a humming sound came from the junction of the two.

The incomparably solid cone was first torn open, and then shattered inch by inch, turning into pieces of black light spots.

Then, under the guidance of the gloomy wooden wand, those black light spots also joined the army of dark energy around them, and Dracula deprived them of control bit by bit, turning to crush Hai Erbo.

"How... is it possible?" Haierbo's eyes widened, and he froze on the spot. "This kind of power...why can you control..."

Before he could finish his words, the dark forces of "rebellion" around him had already swept in, like a millstone, crushing Haierbo's soul into powder.

Hai Erbo failed again, and could only rely on the Horcrux to wait for rebirth.

"I'm sorry, it seems that even if you borrow other powers, you still can't seek revenge from me." Dracula happily raised the corners of his lips, "No matter how strong the borrowed power is, it's not your own, so it's easy to betray Yet?"

Then Dracula waved his wand again.

The black mist in the secret realm dissipated in an instant.

Chapter 280 Death of Cedric?

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On a gloomy, overgrown cemetery, two figures were suddenly thrown from the air.

Harry's feet hit the ground, his injured leg gave way, and he fell to the ground; Cedric didn't stand still, and sat on the ground as well.

The suction on the Final Four Cup disappeared, and it stumbled and rolled aside from the hands of the two.

"Hiss... where are we now?" Harry held the wound on his leg and took a breath.

Cedric shook his head blankly, then stood up, pulled Harry up, and the two of them looked around together.

This place is obviously completely out of the boundaries of Hogwarts. They have been flying in the air for an unknown amount of time, probably several miles... maybe hundreds of miles.

Even the surrounding mountains around the castle are gone, and the vast Forbidden Forest is nowhere to be seen. There is only a cemetery overgrown with weeds.

A tall yew tree can be seen to the right of the cemetery, with the black silhouette of a small church behind it.On the left is a hill, and an exquisite old house can be vaguely recognized on the hillside.

Cedric looked down at the Final Four trophy, then at Harry.

"Didn't Mr. Bagman say that... the trophy only sends the champion out of the maze?" he asked. "Did he say that the trophy is actually a portkey?"

"He probably didn't say it." Harry said, "Or...our competition is not over yet, is this a hidden arena?"

He looked at the cemetery, the surroundings were gloomy and silent, "Is this also part of the game?"

"I don't know," said Cedric, his voice tensed. "Anyway, draw your wand, what do you think?"

"Okay." Harry nodded nervously.

They drew their wands and walked slowly forward.

Harry kept scanning his surroundings, and he always had a strange feeling lingering in his heart, as if someone was watching them nearby.

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"Someone is coming," he said suddenly.

They narrowed their eyes nervously and looked into the darkness, a figure was walking towards them step by step among the gloomy tombs.

The two couldn't see the man's face clearly, but judging from his gait and figure, it seemed that the man's back was a bit hunched, and...his body shape and walking style were somewhat familiar to the two of them.

Harry lowered his wand a little and turned to look at Cedric, who gave him a questioning glance.

The two turned their heads and stared at the approaching figure, full of suspicion.

The man stopped before a towering marble headstone, only about six feet away from them.

For a split second, Harry and Cedric met the hunched figure's eyes.

"Mr. Filch, why are you here?" Looking at the figure, Cedric asked in surprise, "So... is this place really part of the game?"

Filch suddenly laughed slyly.