The Blood Professor at Hogwarts

Voldemort knew very well that with his current active state of using his soul and body, it was impossible to be Dracula's opponent.So he didn't hit the explosive spell on Dracula, but on the wall of the room.

With this spell, the abandoned water pipe hidden behind the wall was instantly broken——

Immediately afterwards, a huge snake head came out of the big hole in the wall.

Dracula turned his head curiously, and suddenly saw a pair of big scary yellow eyes.

The next moment, he suddenly felt that his body became light and light, and he had the illusion of wanting to float away with the wind...

When Voldemort saw the sight of Dracula and the giant snake staring at each other, his hanging heart was completely relieved.

"What a pity, Dracula, I accepted the Philosopher's Stone." He laughed wildly, "Thanks to your arrogance and ignorance, you turned your head to meet the eyes of the basilisk."

Voldemort walked towards Harry's position with a look of winning.

But the next moment he froze in place——

"Isn't this a basilisk raised by Salazar?" Dracula's voice rang quietly in Voldemort's ear. "Where did you get the confidence to think you could use it against me?"

Chapter 70 Voldemort's Secret at the Bottom of the Box

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Hearing Dracula's voice close to his ears, Voldemort turned pale with fright, and suddenly turned his head to look to the side.

The silver-haired figure smiled lightly, appearing beside him so abruptly, as if it wasn't affected by the basilisk in the slightest.

He looked back at the basilisk in disbelief, seeing its green body and its thick appearance like an oak tree trunk, it seemed that everything was healthy and normal.But I don't know why its gaze lost its effect.

Wait, how can a magical creature as destructive as a basilisk be so quiet? !

Voldemort looked over carefully, only to find that it was lying "obediently" in the corner of the room, obediently closing its eyes, trembling all over...

The "hiss" Parseltongue came out of Voldemort's mouth again, urging the basilisk to bite Dracula.

If Dracula is immune to the basilisk's gaze, use venom against him!

As Voldemort thought this way, Parseltongue became more and more anxious.

However, the basilisk ignored his intentions, and even shrank back, with an innocent and flattering expression.

"how can that be……"

Voldemort was so shocked that his voice seemed to come through his teeth.

"Nothing is impossible." Dracula walked up to the basilisk and said with a half-smile, "I can only say...you are the one who is really arrogant and ignorant, Mr. Voldemort?"

The basilisk lowered its head tamely, closed its eyes, and let Dracula pat its smooth and cold head.

"You are neither the heir of Slytherin, nor can you use Parseltongue...why does it listen to you?" Voldemort looked at this scene unacceptably, and asked.

"Perhaps because he is afraid that I will bully it?" Dracula pushed the flexible snake body, coiled it into a sofa-like shape, and then lay down comfortably on it.

During this period, the basilisk didn't dare to move at all, but moved its body following Dracula's strength, willing to become a smooth snake-lin sofa.

In fact, as early as 1000 years ago, Dracula had already known this big Slytherin pet, and even formed a deep "friendship" with him.

At that time, Slytherin had not broken with the other three founders, but secretly built an experimental base for black magic transformation.

He successfully hatched a basilisk according to the breeding method left by the despicable Hai Erbo.

Dracula was intrigued after learning about the properties of the basilisk's gaze.So, as a vampire who likes to die, he secretly sneaked into the cave where the basilisk was bred while Slytherin was not paying attention, and forced the poor basilisk to look at him...

The truth is, Dracula is still alive and well.

The gaze of the Basilisk is indeed an extremely powerful and irresistible innate magic, but it still has its limitations.

According to Salazar Slytherin's test, the basilisk's gaze must be unobstructed to be able to exert its greatest effect, and any obstruction that causes the gaze to deflect will weaken its effect-such as through mirrors, Through glass, etc., the damage of the basilisk's gaze will be attenuated to varying degrees, resulting in killing, petrification and other effects.

Secondly, the innate magic of the basilisk is far from being a rule-based magic with no upper limit, but activated through magic power.If the basilisk looks at a wizard with profound magic power, there is a high probability that it will not be able to kill it immediately.

In addition, this magic can only be fully effective on living people.If the basilisk is looking at ghosts, ghosts and other inanimate species, this kind of innate magic can only produce a partial effect, achieving the effect of petrification.

Unfortunately, Dracula alone occupied the last two restrictions——

His magical power is already profound, far beyond that of a basilisk; and vampires are a species of the living dead, not real living people, so the gaze of the basilisk cannot have a full effect.

It is also because of this that after Dracula and the basilisk looked at each other, they only felt a little light, and there was no other reaction.

It was the same 1000 years ago. Dracula stared at the basilisk many times to experience the light and floating feeling like the soul was hooked, and the magic power in the basilisk was exhausted countless times, making it miserable.

So the basilisk learned to be smart, and when it saw Dracula again, it consciously closed its eyes and didn't look at him, thinking that it had escaped from the sea of ​​suffering... Then it was beaten by Dracula and forced to use The gaze of the basilisk.

Between being beaten by fat and running out of mana, the basilisk chose to consume mana to avoid being beaten...

Since then, the basilisk will close its eyes reflexively when it sees Dracula.

When it came out of the water pipe today, when it saw the demon with its terrifyingly large yellow eyes, it was almost scared to death, and it thought it had a thousand-year-long nightmare!

How dare it obey Voldemort's order to attack Dracula?

One is a close friend of Slytherin, and the other is an unworthy descendant of Slytherin who knows how many generations later, the basilisk uses its tail to figure out which one is more terrifying!

Seeing the docile look of the basilisk and Dracula lying on it, Voldemort gritted his teeth tightly, and suddenly rushed towards Harry who was still unconscious, and poked Harry with Quirrell's wand on the forehead.

"Let me go, Dracula!" he said viciously, "or I'll kill your good student!"

Dracula frowned slightly, stood up from the basilisk, and walked two steps forward slowly.

"I'm very disappointed, Mr. Voldemort." Dracula looked at the ugly face in front of him, and said softly, "If you choose to raise your wand to fight me, I might give you a high look, and I agree. Your identity as the Dark Lord."

"I didn't expect that the first thing you think about when you encounter this situation is not how to defeat me, but to use the hostages to protect yourself and escape."

"Stop talking nonsense, Dracula!" Voldemort said sharply, "Let me go, or let Potter die here, make a choice!"

After hearing this sentence, Dracula looked at him with a very strange look, staring straight at him with trepidation in his heart.

"It's an honor." Dracula suddenly showed an evil smile, "So in your eyes, do I have such a high moral quality?"

Voldemort suddenly felt bad, and his whole body turned into black smoke and scattered in all directions.

The next moment, a bloody curved arc suddenly bombarded where he was just now, plowing a deep chasm into the hard ground!

It was too late for Voldemort to take away the Sorcerer's Stone at this time, he just gathered the black smoke quickly, forming a phantom like a skull, and quickly flew towards the periphery of the restricted area.

"It's so troublesome, it's this operation again."

Dracula curled his lips, stretched out a pair of sharp wings behind him, fluttered and followed.

……

With Dracula chasing after him, Voldemort didn't dare to stay for a moment, desperately flying crazily for the convenience brought by the intangible smoke.

It wasn't until flying close to the Forbidden Forest, close to the border of the Anti-Apparition Curse, that Voldemort breathed a sigh of relief and turned his head to take a look.

I saw that Dracula didn't seem to be flying seriously at all, but was paddling, flapping his wings from time to time, hanging leisurely behind, and had already opened a long distance from the black smoke that Voldemort turned into.

Voldemort was ecstatic in his heart, ready to rush across the boundary of the anti-Apparition spell in one fell swoop, and then let the sky fly!

At this moment, he vaguely saw an illusory dark moon floating behind him out of thin air, and Dracula slammed into it, and suddenly disappeared in place——

"How did he disappear in the anti-apparition area?" Voldemort froze for a moment.

Then, at the moment when he was still in a daze, the dark moon suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.

Dracula emerged in the light of the dark moon, with silver hair fluttering in the wind, and half of the moonlight blocked by his pitch-black wings, casting a deep shadow on Voldemort's gloomy face.

A silky and smooth blood flowed behind the wings, turned into a bright red river, circled a graceful arc in the dark moonlight, and flowed in the direction where Dracula's slender fingers passed.

In the end, the blood river formed a circle and turned into a red water prison, completely surrounding Voldemort, flowing and swirling non-stop.

"So what if it can be turned into smoke? How can you escape when every inch of space is covered?" Dracula said softly.

Seeing that Voldemort was in trouble, his body made of black smoke rushed left and right, but was sizzling with blood corrosion.

Noisy, it can't pass through the water prison built by the blood river.

"Wait a minute, Dracula!"

Seeing that he couldn't break through the package of the bloody water prison, he felt a little hopeless in his heart, but he still shouted calmly.

"What's the matter, do you have any last words?" Dracula said impatiently.

Seeing Voldemort's lackluster escape behavior before, Dracula now completely lost interest in the Dark Lord.

"Don't kill them all, I think we still have the possibility to turn our enemies into friends!" Seeing Dracula's impatient expression, Voldemort said anxiously, "I know you are not a rigid old man like Dumbledore, your There are no rules and regulations in the way of doing things, so you shouldn't care about making a deal with me!"

"Forget it, dealing with someone like you will only lower my standard." Dracula sneered and raised his hand.

The bloody water prison slowly tightened inward while rotating.

"Don't be impulsive, Dracula!" Voldemort cringed and rolled the black smoke into a small ball, avoiding the oppression of the blood flow, and shouted urgently, "I have a secret that I have never told anyone, and it will definitely let you Interested, it is something that every wizard dreams of but can't ask for!"

The tightening speed of the Bloody Water Prison stagnated for a moment.

Dracula raised a little bit of interest, thinking that even if Voldemort, the Dark Lord, had no style, the things at the bottom of the box should not be too bad.

So he said, "I'll give you one last chance."

Voldemort breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the bloody water prison had stopped.

Immediately afterwards, he regained his confidence and said in a proud tone: "A wise choice, Dracula."

"Cooperate with me, Dracula, and I will tell you the secret of eternal life!"

Dracula: "..."

Chapter 71 Annihilation of Souls

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"Dracula, what's that look on your face?"

Seeing Dracula lose all patience and completely indifferent expression, Voldemort panicked.

The black smoke he turned into was crazy, repeatedly crashing in the bloody water prison, not caring about the pain of being corroded and melted by the blood, only hoping to break through this impenetrable cage and escape from the palm of this demon.

Dracula watched this scene indifferently, and suddenly closed his five fingers.

The next moment, the water prison tightened, completely covering the black smoke that Voldemort turned into, gradually eroding, compressing, and annihilating it.