The Blood Professor at Hogwarts

He had just seen their vampire pillar, Lord Dracula!

With that lord present, it's impossible for some little ghouls to break through the castle's defenses!

As for Dracula and Serena, it was even easier.

"Serena, catch him in a while, and let me see if you have made any progress in the past 100 years." Dracula chuckled lightly.

"Why don't you catch him yourself?" Serena rolled her eyes, "Or you can get rid of all the infernal corpses below, and let me see if you have weakened in the past 100 years?"

"It's not impossible." Dracula looked at the group of corpses under the city wall, and raised the corners of his mouth.

……

The last ray of sunlight in the sky completely disappeared, and the entire area became dim.

A full moon rose from the end of the sky, and the moonlight shone on the werewolves who were mixed among the corpses.

One after another howling wolves resounded around the castle, and immediately after that, countless werewolves in human form twitched all over.

Their front snouts elongate into a wolf's snout, their backs are bowed, their hands are outstretched, and their bodies are covered in thick fur.

Fenrir jumped up from under the city wall first, and used his amazing jumping ability to jump over the barrier of the city wall in one fell swoop. He rushed all the way and came to the side of Dracula and Serena.

"It's just you two ignoring me, right?" He spat out vague human words from his wolf mouth, "You will pay the price for your arrogance!"

"A new species!" Dracula's eyes lit up, "Can the current werewolves stay awake while transforming?"

"You may not know that some people have developed wolfbane potion a few years ago." Serena introduced, "Some richer werewolves will

Take wolfbane potion before transforming, so that you can maintain human consciousness when transforming. "

"When people remain conscious, their attacks are more targeted and therefore more destructive."

"What a luxury." Dracula smacked his lips. "Other werewolves can't even afford a bottle of wolf's poison to keep them awake, but these evil rich wolves actually use wolf's poison to destroy things."

Fenrir saw that Dracula and Serena still ignored his intentions, and finally couldn't bear the strong anger in his heart, and rushed towards them with all his strength.

The next moment, he saw the silver-haired male vampire raise his hand.

Then Fenrir felt that his limbs were no longer under his control, and they drooped softly beside his body.

And his wolf body flew up lightly, like an old dog being held by the back of the neck by an invisible force, hanging in front of the two of them.

"Tell me, who are you working for?" A mellow voice rang in his ears, "You can't summon so many ghosts with a dog like you."

"Damn it, let me down!" Fenrir struggled violently, "Don't use this kind of weird magic, and fight me fairly!"

Dracula glanced at Serena and found that she was looking at him with a smile.

"Do you have the idea of ​​playing games again?" Serena asked teasingly.

"Indeed, it's rare to come across such a species that has good physical strength and can maintain human sanity." Dracula admitted bluntly, "Look here, if we can't hold the Infernal Corpse here Just call me when you're stressed."

Serena nodded with a smile, stepped aside, and gave the two of them ample space on the city wall.

Dracula, on the other hand, put Fenrir down with great interest, and loosened all the magic shackles on him by the way.

"Come on, listen to you, let's have a fair fight." He smiled playfully.

Fenrir lay on the ground with a dazed expression, feeling his limbs regained consciousness, and buzzing in his head.

There is such a good thing?A senior vampire with strong magic power chooses not to use magic and fights a werewolf hand to hand?

Fenrir knew in his heart that although the vampire's physical fitness was still relatively strong, it was a creature that maintained a human form after all.These races that are still limited to the appearance of humans are simply impossible to be as powerful as those werewolves who have directly changed their physical forms.

This battle, he won!

"Don't go back on your word and use magic secretly!" He wrinkled his nose and said fiercely.

Seeing Dracula nodding, he slammed his limbs fiercely, and charged in Dracula's direction with all his strength.

Dracula moved his wrist leisurely, and at the same time, the sharp nails suddenly extended from his slender fingers, flashing a cold light.

Seeing the ugly werewolf getting closer, Dracula moved his footsteps slightly and nimbly avoided Fenrir's impact.

While passing by, he quickly turned around and grabbed the werewolf's short tail.

Fenrir suddenly felt that his tail was being pulled by a huge force, and the part connected to the tailbone seemed to be broken.

The next moment, Dracula slammed him heavily on the dark city wall, knocking him dizzy.

"Your physical fitness doesn't seem to be as good as you imagined." Dracula said bitterly.

Hearing this sentence, Fenrir was completely angry.

Chapter 87 Vampire Code of Conduct

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Pleasantly pointing to the cheap daughter's flexible use of magic for a while, under Serena's angry eyes, Dracula walked towards the werewolf Fenrir Greyback hanging on the lamppost.

"Mr. Greyback, can you tell me who gave you these ghouls?" Dracula asked with a chuckle.

I don't know if it was because he was hanging upside down, or because he was still in the transformed state, Fenrir's eyes were bloodshot, and he stared absently at the flames burning under the city wall.

"Impossible... How could there be an existence like you among the vampires..." He murmured, "The Dark Lord can't be stronger than this..."

"Dark Lord?" Dracula frowned, grasping the point of his sentence, "So these infernal corpses were made by Voldemort?"

As he spoke, he shook his head again, "No, I just annihilated his soul source a few months ago, so it stands to reason that he should still be wandering around like a ghost at this moment..."

"What did you say? You defeated the Dark Lord?!" Fenrir's eyes suddenly widened.

"What's so strange about this?" Dracula looked at him wonderingly, "Just such a little guy with no style and no body, do you find it difficult to deal with?"

Fenrir opened his mouth, and suddenly made an extremely ugly smile with his ugly wolf face.

"Master Vampire, as long as you can lead our dark forces to rule the magic world, I am willing to rely on you!" He said flatteringly, "We werewolves and vampires belong to the same dark camp, so we are naturally not on the opposite side. There is no need to fight each other. do you think so?"

"Your mentality has changed quite quickly." Looking at the werewolf who had no position at all, Dracula pouted, and casually took out a blood-scented lollipop from his pocket, "But why should I rule the magic world? I find it troublesome to rule a castle, won't ruling the magic world exhaust me?"

He was about to stuff the lollipop into his mouth, but Serena snatched it away and stuffed it into her own mouth first.

"It's troublesome to rule the castle, you've exposed it!" She said angrily while licking the lollipop, "You just want to be the shopkeeper!"

Dracula shrugged helplessly, and had to take out another one and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Forget it, it's a bit troublesome to talk to you, I'd better come and see it in person." He opened his eyes, and the light in his eyes was flowing.

Various messy memories of Fenrir emerged one by one before Dracula's eyes.

Dracula saw that in the cave where many werewolves gathered together, a wizard with distorted facial features and scarlet eyes led a group of ghost corpses in... It was Voldemort, and not only did he not seem to become weaker, he even Has a complete body.

"It's not right." Dracula frowned slightly.

He carefully looked at Voldemort's body again in Fenrir's memory.

Dracula found that although his flesh and blood looked very realistic, there was always a slight sense of alienation from the surrounding air, as if... it was transformed by magic.

Borrow a pair of bones as a framework to build a whole body abruptly?

"Interesting." Dracula raised the corner of his mouth.

He casually gave Fenrir a stun spell, knocked him unconscious, then turned around and said to Serena:

"Put this dog in a cage. As Voldemort's subordinate, he may be useful for something else at some point."

"Have you had any conflicts with the Dark Lord from England?" Serena chewed the lollipop, and threw the candy stick under the city wall. "He came to win over our side more than ten years ago." The dark forces, at that time our werewolf neighbors agreed very simply. This is one of the reasons why they had conflicts with us before."

Dracula looked at Serena's action of throwing candy sticks, and always felt that this behavior was a bit familiar, so he subconsciously stretched out his hand:

"Flying (io)."

After taking Serena's leftover candy stick, Dracula summoned a flame and burned it to ashes.

"You've become an environmentalist?" Serena looked at his action of burning sugar sticks, and asked very puzzled, "And wasn't this something that the Muggle community started advocating 20 years ago? At that time, the theory You were still sound asleep last night..."

"Cough cough...

...not to that extent. "Dracula coughed twice, "I'm just a little worried all of a sudden—I wonder if there will also be a lively old lady here, who will suddenly rush to the city wall and give you a good lesson on the quality of employees ? "

Serena looked at him like an idiot.

"Forget it, don't mention this, I guess it's some conditioned reflex." Dracula felt a little embarrassed, and changed the subject silently, "Do we have a high-level vampire named Tesla here?"

"There is indeed a Tesla." Serena nodded lightly, "but he became a vampire almost 50 years ago, and it was already the second half of the 20th century when he came to Dracula's Castle. At that time you Still sleeping, I'm afraid the Tesla I told you about is not alone."

"It should be that he is right." Dracula said, "Where is he now?"

"Hey, among the group of high-level vampires over there who are teaming up to beat dogs, that's the one in the formal suit." Serena pouted towards the distance under the city wall, "I don't understand, how do you know him? ?”

"It's not that I know him, it's that a wizard knows him, or...has known him before." Dracula smiled ambiguously, "Let them come back first. If we continue chasing them, if those werewolves are driven completely mad , It is hard to guarantee that there will be no casualties on our side."

Serena nodded in agreement.

She transformed a bat into the palm of her hand, ignited it with the flame of talent, and then controlled it to fly into the sky——

A moment later, a gorgeous white spark bloomed in the night sky, combining into the shape of a pair of demon wings.

"Hey, you learned very quickly!" Dracula praised Serena's movements in surprise.

After a short period of teaching just now, Serena seems to have understood the flexible use of magic and used it in practice.

"Of course." Serena raised her chin proudly, her eyes seemed to be twinkling with little stars, "I must learn the magic you used to ignite the corpse, it's so beautiful!"

Dracula smiled lightly, leaning comfortably against the jagged city wall.

He looked at the sky full of stars in the night, and the little fires that went out one by one on the battlefield, waiting for the arrival of the vampire named Tesla.

Several pairs of wings streaked across the night sky, and nine high-level vampires appeared on the top of the city, kneeling on one knee in front of Dracula and Serena.

"Meet Master Dracula!"

"Meet Lord Alcatel!"

Their voices were trembling with excitement.Because they haven't seen Dracula in over 100 years.

"You all did a good job tonight, go back and have a good rest." Dracula said a few perfunctory words of relief, while turning his gaze to the only new face among them, "Are you new here?"

The vampire in formal clothes froze for a moment, then raised his head to look at Dracula.

His face does not have the evil charm of the blood race, but has a kind of gentle look.Her hair was scrupulously combed into a neat half-section and seemed to have been sprayed with gel, and a well-trimmed goatee topped her mouth.

"Yes, Lord Earl." He only took a look at Dracula, then lowered his head again, and said nervously, "I became a glorious blood 48 years ago, and I learned about Dracula 45 years ago. The existence of La Castle, come to seek refuge with Lord Alcatel."