The Blood Professor at Hogwarts

"Why... I don't believe that anyone has no interest in immortality!" Voldemort's desperate and unwilling voice came from the bloody water prison.

Dracula flapped his wings lightly, and floated to a nearby position.

"Should I open your eyes and see, who are you trying to discuss eternal life with?" He said softly.

The shadow of the dark moon behind him has not completely dissipated, and Dracula's figure is reflected in a slender silhouette, leaving only a pair of wine-red pupils shining, and a pair of sharp side teeth radiating from his lips. Awe-inspiring but icy light.

Voldemort's eyes widened, suddenly awakened.

Now it all makes sense-

A powerful wizard suddenly appeared in the magic world, exuding a dark aura; Dumbledore left Quirrell and suddenly hired a new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor; Apparition in Hogwarts Castle, not subject to counter-curse restrictions strange properties of...

"The legendary vampire count..." Voldemort's angry voice came faintly from the bloody water prison.

Immediately, the blood-colored flowing water suddenly gathered together, without the slightest gap.

The black smoke that Voldemort turned into was completely consumed, leaving no trace left!

The light of the dark moon slowly dissipated, and the sky above the Forbidden Forest became quiet, only a few distant cries of deer and birds occasionally rang out from the forest...

Dracula waved the river of blood, suspended in the air quietly, with a thoughtful expression.

……

When Dracula returned to the restricted area on the fourth floor of Hogwarts Castle, he saw a scene of chaos.

In the corridor, Madam Pomfrey from the school infirmary was manipulating a stretcher with her wand, and Harry was unconscious on the stretcher, Hermione was sobbing and followed beside her.

At the entrance outside the trapdoor, Hagrid was weeping bitterly while holding a three-headed dog about his size, Fluffy.

Pudgy Professor Sprout stood nearby, trying to tiptoe, carefully inspecting the three-headed dog's wide-open eyes, hoping to find the right herbal medicine to treat it.

"Relax, Hagrid, it's not dead yet." Professor Sprout couldn't bear Hagrid's super loud crying, and comforted his ears, "Generally, such a curse that changes the state of the body can be used. Apply the mandrake recovery potion to the whole body for treatment."

Dracula walked around the two of them, walked behind the three-headed dog, and jumped into the open trapdoor.

The devil's net under the trapdoor had been put away by Professor Sprout, leaving an empty hard floor.

"If Potter, Weasley and Granger want to jump in now, I'm afraid they will be thrown half to death. How can they have the ability to go to the last level?"

Lightly falling to the ground, Dracula thought endlessly in his heart.

The next two levels are the winged key arranged by Professor Flitwick, and the large wizard chess board made by Professor McGonagall with transfiguration.

Professor Flitwick had just packed away the winged keys and was now clearing the stone ruins of a large wizard chess set by himself.

Dracula nodded to Professor Flitwick and walked on.

Passing by the corpses of two giant monsters cleaned by Quirrell, and passing through the extinguished flame door, he quickly came to the last room where the Mirror of Erised was located.

The last room was full of excitement—

"Albus, you already knew that Voldemort's spirit was lurking in our school?!"

As soon as he entered the door, Dracula heard Professor McGonagall's voice suppressing his anger.

I saw Professor McGonagall tightly pursing his lips, with a serious face, extremely dissatisfied with Dumbledore for concealing all kinds of extremely important things, and loudly accused him of inappropriate behavior for putting the entire Hogwarts students in danger .

Dumbledore stood obediently in front of her, with helplessness written all over his face, his eyes glanced around, and he looked like a student listening to Professor McGonagall's lecture.

Seeing Dracula walking in from the door, Dumbledore seemed to have met a savior, and immediately left Professor McGonagall to greet him.

"It's such a pleasure to see you at this time, Professor Dracula." He said with a smile on his face, "How about it, have you solved Voldemort?"

Hearing the name mentioned in Dumbledore's mouth, Professor McGonagall subconsciously took a breath, leaned over with a solemn face, and looked at Dracula with inquiring eyes.

"Theoretically, it's solved." Dracula said softly, "His soul has been completely annihilated, not even a single ashes are left."

"Since there is no ashes left, why do you say "theoretically"?" Professor McGonagall asked puzzled.

"Because I always feel that he is still alive." Dracula glanced at her, "Even if this soul body is annihilated, he may regenerate elsewhere."

Dracula and Dumbledore looked at each other, and both of them saw the flashing words in each other's eyes——

"Horcrux"!

According to the insights of Dracula and Dumbledore, they both know that as long as they have at least one Horcrux, the creator's soul will always remain in the world.Therefore, even if the person's body is attacked or destroyed, the owner of the horcrux will not die, because the piece of soul in the horcrux remains intact.

So this time, the black smoke that Voldemort turned into was wiped out by Dracula, but his soul was not completely annihilated.At most, he was weakened to an abnormally weak level, and he was beaten back to the state he had just suffered from the rebounding death curse 11 years ago.

This form of existence is worse than a ghost, weaker than the humblest wandering spirit.

But he is still alive after all, and there is still the possibility of a comeback.

The air froze for a moment.

Dumbledore was silent, thinking about the countermeasures to completely eliminate Voldemort; Professor McGonagall was worried about the safety of Hogwarts, and had no mood to speak; while Dracula was thinking about where to get Voldemort out , to test what is special about people who have split their souls compared to normal people...

Just then, a rough voice broke the quiet air.

"Albus, come and see how we can take this little cutie away, I'm going to keep it in the Forbidden Forest!" Professor Kettleburn shouted standing on top of the basilisk.

I don't know how he climbed up with only one arm and half of a leg left.

Dumbledore turned his head, looked at the basilisk that took up half of the room and coiled up as high as a hill, and fell into deep thought.

"Is this the cutie you're talking about?"

Chapter 72 Place the Basilisk

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"Sylvanus, are you sure you're not joking?!" Professor McGonagall pursed his lips tightly, looking at Professor Kettleburn who stepped on the basilisk, with a sullen expression.

"Put such a dangerous thing in the Forbidden Forest adjacent to Hogwarts Castle. If it escapes and causes troubles for the students, will you be responsible? Or, do you think 62 detentions are still worth it?" Not enough, want to break the record you created again?"

Professor Kettleburn smiled mischievously, pretending not to hear, lowered his head and began to study the body of the basilisk again.

"This is an absolutely precious species. I never expected to see a basilisk in my lifetime." He looked at the position of the basilisk's eyes in amazement, and said to himself, "I have the impression that there are snakes. Reptiles like geckos don't have eyelids, but the basilisk can close its eyes, is it because of its natural ability?"

Professor McGonagall saw that Professor Kettleburn had entered the working state of studying magical animals again, and glared at the old thorn in the professor angrily, then turned around, ready to join the topic of Dumbledore and Dracula again .

However, the moment she turned her head, Professor Kettleburn slid off the basilisk with an agile movement that was very inconsistent with his physical condition.

"What a mistake, I forgot that Minerva is still here." He muttered softly, then leaned on a cane, and limped towards the door.

When he walked to the door, he seemed to remember something, and looked back at Dumbledore's position.

"Albus, we can discuss where we can place the basilisk in the Forbidden Forest next time Minerva is away!" he shouted.

Professor McGonagall was furious, and chased after him in three steps and two steps, preparing to discuss an explanation with Professor Kettleburn.

Professor Kettleburn saw her follow up, and tapped the ground "dongdongdong" with his cane, and also accelerated his walking speed.

The two elderly people left the room like a race with an extremely vigorous pace...

In a blink of an eye, only Dracula and Dumbledore were left in the room where the Mirror of Erised stood.

Knowing the characters of the two old men, Dumbledore came back to his senses first, and walked up to the green basilisk, gently stroking its cold scales.

Although Quirrell used some small means, the Ministry of Magic sent an urgent letter to Dumbledore and successfully lured him away from Hogwarts.But he didn't know that even though Dumbledore was in the Ministry of Magic, he was always paying attention to the scenes in the castle, especially the restricted area.

After Dracula left after Voldemort, in order to prevent the basilisk left alone in the room from making trouble, Dumbledore specially asked Phoenix Fox to carry him and send him back to Hogwarts Castle.Then he knocked the basilisk unconscious, temporarily turning it into the harmless and peaceful state it is now.

This is also the reason why Professor Kettleburn climbed onto the basilisk, but it never responded.

"So... is this basilisk the monster left by Slytherin to protect Hogwarts Castle?" Dumbledore looked at Dracula and asked curiously.

"It should be right." Dracula nodded lightly, "I should have thought of it a long time ago, the magical animal that can survive for nearly a thousand years, and at the same time possesses powerful abilities, probably only the basilisk."

He snapped his fingers in front of the basilisk's face to wake it up.

The basilisk opened its eyes ignorantly, and saw the silver-haired demon standing in front of it. It was so frightened that it closed its eyes subconsciously, shrank back to the corner of the wall cowardly, and coiled itself up. A huge lump of indescribable things...

"Professor Dracula seems to be very familiar with this basilisk." Dumbledore looked at the performance of the basilisk and laughed cheerfully, "Oh, I almost forgot, you and Slytherin are old acquaintances Now, it's no surprise to know his pets."

Dracula nodded with a smile.Immediately, his expression breakthrough became unnatural.

Dumbledore just mentioned that the basilisk is a pet kept by Slytherin.This made Dracula suddenly think that, just for fun, he forced this pet to use its natural magic continuously, and exhausted its magic power many times... Could it be regarded as abusing Slytherin's pet?

Thinking of this, he patted the big head of the basilisk lightly, and subconsciously made his movements softer.

The basilisk felt Dracula's slap on the head differently than usual, and couldn't help being a little flattered. With his eyes closed, he obediently rubbed his head against Dracula's hand.

Besides being a little bit bigger, the basilisk now seems to have really become a house pet.

"Dumbledore, do you have any ideas about where to put this basilisk?" Dracula stroked the basilisk's cold and smooth head, looked at Dumbledore, and asked, "It's not really like Put it in the Forbidden Forest, as Professor Kettleburn said?"

"Forget it in the Forbidden Forest." Dumbledore waved his hand decisively, "Even if you don't care about the impact and conflicts of the basilisks on the native species of the Forbidden Forest, at least you have to care about another thing—"

"I've always been very clear that there are many daring students at Hogwarts who would sneak into the Forbidden Forest to take risks. If the basilisk is really put into the Forbidden Forest, it is indeed Too dangerous."

"So you also know that students will sneak into the Forbidden Forest?" Dracula raised his eyebrows and looked at him with strange eyes, "I thought you were just kidding when you said the notice prohibiting entry into the Forbidden Forest at the school opening banquet. I've never seen you take care of this."

"Ahem, occasional adventures are helpful to cultivate the courage, creativity and resilience of young wizards." Dumbledore coughed dryly and explained, "So we will proceed in the outskirts of the Forbidden Forest under the condition of ensuring safety." I usually wouldn't stop an expedition."

"But how are you sure those naughty boys don't go deep into the Forbidden Forest?" Dracula asked.

"Don't worry, the most dangerous Forbidden Forest areas are equipped with corresponding protective magic, little wizards can't get in." Dumbledore smiled and blinked, "If they really enter the dangerous area , I must have let them go there myself."

After hearing the second half of his sentence, Dracula couldn't help curling his lips, and stuffed a blood-scented lollipop into his mouth boredly.

He had almost guessed it, and I'm afraid that Harry Potter and his companions will suffer again——

When the time is right, the old headmaster will secretly unlock the protective magic in the Forbidden Forest for the destined savior, acquiescing to him to venture into the more dangerous depths of the Forbidden Forest, so as to cultivate his so-called courage, creativity and resilience Ability to test his heart.

And this kind of long-term layout and training, Dracula finds it boring the most.

He silently patted the basilisk on the head and changed the subject.

"Since you don't place it in the Forbidden Forest, do you have any other ideas?"

Chapter 73 Two Moons

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Dumbledore glanced at the honest Basilisk, thought for a moment, and looked at Dracula.

"Since it's Slytherin's pet, let it be settled by a close friend of Slytherin." He said with a smile, "I don't think I have the right to dispose of the property left by a founder."