The Blood Professor at Hogwarts

When the cold wind blows on the island, the small flame becomes wobbly, and it seems that it may be extinguished at any time.

"Is this a fire spell?" Looking at the flames in front of him, Dracula almost couldn't help laughing, "If I had a cigar, would you come over and light it for me?"

Lockhart's expression also froze along with the mud on his face.

He didn't expect that he could even forget the most basic fire-making spell.

"Uh... Well, I just liven up the atmosphere, haha..." Lockhart smiled awkwardly and put away his wand, "You know, as a quality star, I am the most popular person .How could I do it with my fans?"

"I remember you said you were an author just now, why are you a star again?" Dracula asked with a half-smile.

"You don't understand, there is a difference between an author who hits the streets and an author who is a master!" Lockhart seemed to have regained some confidence, puffed up his chest, and straightened his luxurious robes, "And those stars who sing and act in the magic world None of them have any cultural literacy, unlike a wizard with connotations like me who can write books to improve everyone's knowledge!"

"By the way, can I go?"

As he asked, he moved his feet, thinking about sneaking away from Dracula.

However, the next moment, the air suddenly turned cold, as if returning to the coldest days of winter, Lockhart was shivering from the cold.

"Did I let you go?" Dracula's expression suddenly turned cold.

The water of the Black Lake quietly filled the island at some point, climbing up Lockhart's feet, freezing him on the muddy ground.

"Don't get excited, Professor Dracula!" Lockhart saw the ice

It had already spread to his chest, and he completely lost consciousness below his chest. Finally, a panic expression appeared on his face, "I... I was wrong, please forgive me this time!"

"Tell me, how did you write the experiences in those books?" Dracula raised his hand, temporarily stopped the spread of the ice, and walked slowly to Lockhart's position.

"It's all my fault, Professor Dracula..." Lockhart said sadly, feeling his unconscious lower limbs, "but I'm all for writing books! If people don't think that I did all those things Yes, the sales of the book are too bad—”

"The reader will not want to read about a hideous old American wizard, though he freed a village from the scourge of werewolves. If his picture were on the cover, no one in the book would want to Open it! There is also the old witch who expelled the Wanlun Banshee, she is a mouth! Think about it..."

"I'm not interested in what you're talking about, nor in hearing how you account for what other people do." Dracula moved his fingers impatiently, and the firmness on Lockhart's body The ice climbed another inch, and he shut his mouth in shock.

"I just need you to tell me straight up, how did the book Sailing with the Vampire come to be?"

"So you are interested in that book? That book is the same, the protagonist in the story is just an old man who hides in the deep mountains and old forests to grow vegetables, no one will be interested in him at all!" Lockhart Didn't understand Dracula's problem, just kept complaining and shirking responsibility.

"You have to be considerate of me, Professor Dracula. My job is actually not as easy as everyone thinks-I have to track down these people, ask them how they can do those things, and then I have to give They cast a forgetting charm to make them forget about it."

"In order to be famous, I have worked so hard! I believe that you, as a professor at Hogwarts, must be an upright and good person. I have nothing to say about being caught by someone like you, but please pity me! Pity me for my hard work, let me go back!"

After speaking a long paragraph, he let out a weak breath and looked at Dracula with expectant eyes.Because of his inherent impression, he still didn't believe that the professors at Hogwarts would do him any harm.

However, he only saw careless indifference.

The next moment, the ice completely covered Lockhart's entire body, leaving only a head covered in mud exposed.

"Good guy? I think you may have misunderstood me." He raised the corners of his mouth indifferently, "If you don't know anything, then what's the use of me keeping your life?"

As Dracula's voice fell, the cold ice layer showed a tendency to move upward again.

"Wait...wait a minute, I'm still useful, I'm really still useful!" Lockhart felt the threat of his life, and shouted in panic, "I can know, I can know everything!"

Only at this time did he finally realize that the Defense Against the Dark Arts professors in front of him were different from the upright and kind-hearted Hogwarts professors in his impression!

This Professor Dracula didn't seem to care about the rules of the magic world at all, he would do it as soon as he said it, and if it fell into his hands, Lockhart knew that he would really lose his life!

The bitterly cold ice stopped.

"I'll give you one last chance." Dracula's voice was very soft, but there was a kind of creepy coldness, "Tell me, what use are you to me?"

"I...I can find the memory of the old man who walked with vampires..." Lockhart swallowed, but the saliva turned into ice balls before swallowing, making his expression even more painful, "My memory Magic has always been excellent, if I think about it carefully, I will definitely be able to find the memory of that old man completely!"

"I hope so," Dracula said, "I'll give you a minute."

Lockhart tightly closed his eyes, his brows were furrowed, and his face was as pale as white paper.

And Dracula lay down comfortably on his back next to Lockhart's frozen icicle.

A wave formed by the lake surged up just right, slapped Dracula's back, and condensed into a beautifully curved piece of ice just before touching the black and red robe.

Good support Dracula's leaning body.

Dracula took out a goblet and a bottle of brightly colored red wine from his pocket, and savored them carefully.

……

1 minutes is fleeting.

Under the extremely strong desire to survive, Lockhart opened his eyes on time and dressed roughly.

"Have you found his memory?" Dracula asked while leaning on the ice formed by the waves, taking a sip of the wine in the glass comfortably.

Lockhart nodded with difficulty.

"I remembered that the old man's name was Robert. He used to be an Auror captain in Serbia. After retiring, he no longer wanted to continue to experience the life of fighting with others, so he lived alone in the mountains and rivers with few people. a life of cultivating the land.”

He narrated--

Robert, a former Auror from Serbia, got tired of fighting after retiring, and lived in seclusion alone in a mountain forest. He had no heirs, relatives, or friends, so he thought he would die alone in the mountains.

Until one day, when he was working hard to cultivate the land, a wounded vampire broke into his secluded mountain forest.

Because of wizards' consistent prejudice against vampires, Robert took out a wand that he hadn't used for a long time from his pocket, and wanted to fight to the death with the unkind vampires.

However, the vampire had no desire to fight him, and just begged Robert to find him something to eat. He needed to replenish the energy that was in short supply in his body.

Tired of fighting, Robert granted his request and brought a large piece of lettuce from the warehouse.This is a crop he has just picked. There are so many crops that he can't eat them all.

One by one the vampires gnawed at the lettuce.But his injury was too severe, and the blood in his body was almost exhausted long ago, so he couldn't rely on anything other than fresh blood to replenish enough energy.

Robert was surprised and asked him why he didn't try to drink his own blood to make up for the lack of energy.

However, the vampire flatly denied his idea.

After the vampire's narration, Robert learned that his name was Tesla and he was a senior vampire.

Tesla said that their high-level vampires can control the urge to suck blood and will not be as crazy as those low-level vampires.He also said that what the leader of the vampire clan looks down on most is the idiot who can't control his desire to eat, sucks human blood everywhere, and ruins the reputation of the vampire clan.

He said that those vampires only deserved to be classified as beasts, not as vampires.

Robert was very surprised by this, and because of such a principled vampire, his desire for adventure arose again, and he wanted to personally escort Tesla back to his home.

However, Robert, who was old and hadn't used a wand for a long time, had long forgotten how to apparate, so he could only take Tesla on his canoe, and stored a large amount of lettuce in the cabin for supplies.

One person and one vampire drifted together on the Danube, heading from Serbia to Romania.

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Chapter 85 The Attack on Dracula's Castle

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A white light shot out from the tip of Lockhart's wand, and it slammed into Dracula with great momentum.

However, Dracula just stared at him indifferently, his eyes flickering, letting the beam of the forgetting curse fall on him.

The next moment, the spell took effect, and a channel connecting Lockhart's memory and Dracula was created.

The 1000-year time seemed like a turbulent giant wave, slapping heavily in Lockhart's mind, shattering his fragile memory instantly.

And the many memories Lockhart hid in his mind were like the debris washed away on the shore after the tsunami, and as the tide receded, they were completely integrated into the sea.

Dracula quietly flipped through Lockhart's messy memories, looking for the content he had plundered.He rummaged for a while before he found something about Robert in a corner and learned the specific location of his seclusion.

"I knew it, he's not here." Dracula said softly.

Afterwards, he looked at Lockhart, whose gaze had become dull, and smiled self-deprecatingly, "If it wasn't for being infected by Tesla's principles and bottom line, there would be no need for such trouble."

In fact, he already had the idea of ​​using Legilimency to search Lockhart's memory long after he heard the story told by Lockhart.

But in the story told by Lockhart, Tesla, as a junior, sticks to the pride and principles of being a vampire, and does not drink the blood of innocent people.

Dracula was a little moved by Tesla's behavior, so he also insisted on the principle a little bit——

Instead of forcibly encroaching on Lockhart's memory, he tricked Lockhart into using the Forgetting Curse first, and then counterattacked his brain with a thousand-year-old memory capacity that ordinary wizards could not afford.

This seems to be no different from doing it directly, but it makes Dracula feel happier.

Therefore, Dracula deliberately spread his wings in the sky above the Danube, allowing Lockhart to recognize him as a vampire.

After recognizing the identity of the vampire, Lockhart would of course be worried about his own safety, so he chose to stand up and resist in a panic... Then he was naturally dealt with by the Earl who had seen everything through.

"Hello."

Lockhart's voice sounded.

Dracula looked at Lockhart and found that he was sitting on the ground with a dazed face, his eyes looking up blankly.

"It's a lonely place, isn't it?" he asked. "Do you live here all by yourself?"

"No." Dracula raised his eyebrows with interest. He felt that Lockhart, who had lost his memory, became much more pleasing to the eye. "What can you remember now, Mr. Lockhart?"

"Mr. Lockhart, is this my name?" Lockhart showed an amiable expression, "Oh, let me think about it, I vaguely remember that I am a professional liar... Hey, cheating is wrong, Did I remember something wrong..."

"It's fine if you don't remember, Mr. Lockhart." Dracula chuckled, "If you believe me, just follow me."

"Of course, you are an honest and good person at first glance." Lockhart said with a simple and honest face.

So Dracula grabbed Lockhart's collar, spread his wings and flew into the sky again.

Following the direction he found from Lockhart's memory, he continued to identify the direction and flew towards the mountain forest where Robert lived in seclusion.

Lockhart hung beneath Dracula's palm, the cold air blowing through his hair.

"It's amazing! It's amazing! It's like magic!" he kept shouting.

……

Robert's residence is not far from the previous hill.

A moment later, Dracula withdrew his wings and landed in a wooden house that looked very simple but was exquisitely repaired.

Not far from the wooden house is a green lettuce field.An old man was holding a sickle, cutting off the lettuce seedlings in the field one by one, and putting them into the basket woven behind his back.

The old man's face looked very vicissitudes, covered with deep and shallow wrinkles, his hands were very rough, and the nails were filled with black soil.His clothes were plain and shabby, and there was a dirty towel hanging around his neck, which he used to wipe off his sweat from time to time.

He really seemed to be just an old farmer, and he didn't look at all the demeanor of being the Serbian Auror captain.

Seemingly seeing Dracula and Lockhart next to the wooden house, the old man straightened up and walked out of the ground step by step.