The Blood Professor at Hogwarts

He leaned down suddenly, put his hand on Harry's shoulder again, and said softly, "You really have a very good mother, Potter."

"What...my mother?" Harry's eyes widened suddenly, and his emotions became extremely agitated, "Professor, do you know my mother?!"

"I'm afraid I will disappoint you." Dracula shook his head lightly, "I don't know your mother, Potter. But I can see that your mother has left an extremely powerful guardian in your blood." magic--"

"And this guardian magic...was not something she could cast with her spellcasting level."

"That's...why?" Harry murmured.

"It was made by sacrificing her own life." Dracula wanted to say this, but seeing Harry's lonely expression, the words came out of his mouth: "Who knows? Maybe... because Love it."

It never occurred to Dracula that the Dumbledore-esque statement that he had sniffed at would actually come out of his own mouth.

So he shook his body uncomfortably, and his expression changed instantly.

"You can go, Potter." Dracula said with a cold face, "I have already discerned from your blood that you are not a descendant of Salazar Slytherin."

Harry was taken aback by Professor Dracula who changed his face faster than turning the pages of a book. He didn't know why the professor suddenly started pushing people away.

"Wait a minute, professor." He asked hastily, "Has the result been checked in this way? Don't you need to take my blood for testing? Then compare the two kinds of blood, and finally confirm the result... I remember the hospital It's all about the process..."

"Are you questioning my judgment?" Dracula said coldly, "or...could you find me the blood of Salazar Slytherin for comparison?"

After saying this, Dracula silently added in his heart, "Although I did leave a blood sample of Salazar."

Harry looked at Dracula with a cold face and shook his head helplessly.

"I see, Professor." He stood up from his seat, then turned and walked towards the door of the office.

Harry looked at the little alchemy bat in his hand, thought for a while, and stuffed it into his breast pocket, and put it together with Riddle's diary.

When he took out his hand, he accidentally brought out an inverted cross pendant.

"Wait a moment!"

Dracula suddenly shouted.

Chapter 110: Of course I am Lord Voldemort

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Seeing the pendant he gave away two months ago, Dracula frowned.

The color of the original spooky wooden amulet should be darker than the black ink, as if it gathered all the darkness in the world.

However, the amulet hanging around Harry's neck is not as black as it used to be, but it seems to be stained with blood red——

Although it is still black, it is not as pure as before.

This is a phenomenon that will only appear after absorbing multiple powerful black magics. Those black magics that only appear once or twice with weak magic power are impossible to change the color of the gloomy wood amulet!

"Don't rush away, I have something else to ask you." Dracula stopped Harry who was about to open the door, and asked with a serious expression, "A while ago, did you meet any dark wizards? "

"Dark wizard?" Harry asked suspiciously, "No...if you exclude those weird wizards you met in Knockturn Alley."

"Did those dark wizards attack you before you met me?" Dracula frowned slightly.

Harry shook his head blankly.

Dracula also felt that the dark wizards who could survive in Knockturn Alley were not like the kind of reckless men who would shoot rashly.

At that time, Harry suddenly appeared in Knockturn Alley, and those dark wizards who were extremely cautious by nature tried to test it first, not sure if this little wizard had any powerful background wandering around.

The dominatrix who stopped Harry should have been the first creature to take the initiative to test it, and the spooky wood amulet should not have been triggered...

"Could it be..." Dracula asked slowly, "You were attacked at that Muggle's house?"

"No...professor, I really didn't encounter any attacks!" Harry said without thinking, "If it doesn't count if Uncle Vernon locked me in an iron cage in the room..."

"Wait." Dracula interrupted Harry suddenly, and asked with a frown, "Why did he put you in an iron cage, Potter? Has this kind of abuse happened often before?"

A cold light appeared in Dracula's eyes.

The student who dared to imprison him, and the other party turned out to be just a Muggle who had done nothing.This made Dracula feel very embarrassed!

"Professor, don't be impulsive!" Looking at Dracula's cold eyes, Harry shivered violently.

As much as Harry hated the Dursleys, and the Dursleys were very unfriendly to him... they had raised him as a family after all!Harry also didn't want to let this family die on the street because of his own reasons.

After all, he knew that Professor Dracula would really kill him!

So Harry hurriedly explained, "Professor, I actually offended Uncle Vernon by my own fault, and that's why he locked me up..."

"Really?" Dracula narrowed his eyes, and the cold light in his eyes faded slightly, "Tell me, how did you provoke him?"

"Because Uncle Vernon hid all my things related to magic, I was a little resentful..." Harry said nervously, "so I screwed up one of his big business..."

After saying this, Harry sneaked a glance at Dracula, only to find that his brows furrowed even deeper.

"It's not like you, Potter." Dracula said, "I don't think you are a little wizard who would take revenge on others in this way."

"Maybe it was because of a fever in my head..." Harry scratched his head.

"No." Dracula interrupted him again, "Things like this can happen when your brain is hot, but you know that you can't use magic outside, and you also know that destroying your uncle's big business will definitely make him hold a grudge against you. You did it anyway."

"This is not something that can be explained by a hot brain. This is called stupidity!"

Dracula's tone was too harsh, and his eyes were full of cold doubts.

Harry's face froze, and he subconsciously wanted to explain that he didn't do it himself, but a diary named Tom Riddle...

But Harry couldn't tell.

Because Tom didn't want him to reveal its existence, he didn't want to betray his academic mentor and friend just like that.

but harry less than a second

The hesitation made Dracula see something different.

"Interesting." Dracula suddenly put away his stern face, but raised the corners of his mouth instead, "Potter, you didn't tell me the truth, did you?"

"I...I didn't." Harry's eyes flickered with panic for a moment.

"So who are you hiding the truth for? And who is the one who really ruined your uncle's big business?" Dracula looked deeply at Harry and chuckled.

Harry involuntarily took two steps back, shivering, "No...no, I really did it all by myself."

"If I remember correctly, at the end of last semester, you had more than one argument." Dracula moved forward at the same time as Harry backed away, with a wine-red light in his eyes.

"I remember very clearly that you, who originally wanted to go to the Potions Professor's office to resolve your grievances with Snape, ended up having a big fight with him, which intensified the conflict instead..."

"Not only that, the twins from Weiss's house also said another thing in front of me-you reprimanded them very fiercely because of their betting loss...even if you just They're juniors from the same academy, they're friends with their brother, there's absolutely no reason to do that."

"Where did you, the humble, optimistic, and kind you used to be, go when your emotions exploded?" Dracula asked softly, "Who are you being bewitched by, Potter?"

Harry had finally backed into the corner without any room to back off, but he still kept his mouth shut, refusing to say Tom Riddle's name.

"Look at me!" Dracula suddenly amplified his voice.

Harry raised his head subconsciously, looking at Dracula who was just a few feet away.

He saw a pair of wine-red eyes, and the flickering light seemed to have an irresistible charm, making him fall into it——

In the school infirmary, Madam Pomfrey held up an unfamiliar notebook and asked him if this diary belonged to him?After opening it, the name of "Harry James Potter" was written on the title page...

In the Gryffindor common room, Harry accidentally threw a drop of ink with a quill, and it dripped on the diary, but was absorbed by the blank paper...

In the dead of night, Harry quietly got up from the four-poster bed in the dormitory, leaned on the desk by the window, lit a candle, and then wrote in the diary with the faint light...

In the second half of the first year, Harry communicated with the diary in words, learned the knowledge left in the classroom, and finally got the final No. 1 in Defense Against the Dark Arts...

At No. [-] Privet Drive, the diary came from the cupboard to Harry's room, urging him to avenge his Uncle Vernon by playing tricks on the big client for him...

In the barred room, the diary urges him to cast the evil spell...

The last scene is Harry taking out the diary from the bottom layer of the suitcase before the duel club starts.

Harry jerked his eyes away from Dracula's eyes, panting heavily.

He instinctively realized that something was wrong, and subconsciously protected the diary in his pocket.

"Is it really a diary?" Dracula laughed happily, "I never thought that the thing I've been looking for is here with you."

He took out a piece of parchment, which was densely written with evil black magic items.

This is a list of Voldemort's dark magic paraphernalia sent to him by Lucius after meeting Lucius at the White Wyvern.

Today, various other names have been slashed one after another, leaving only a single word circled in bright red ink——

Journal!

"Professor, what are you talking about?" Harry pressed the diary in his arms awkwardly, with a blank look on his face, "Why is the thing you have been looking for all this time here?"

"Potter, it seems that you really regard him as your friend." Dracula suddenly smiled, "I have to admit that you are really sincere enough to treat your friends, and you still want to cover him up at this point .”

Harry bowed his head in silence, without saying a word.

"But I have to tell you a cruel fact..." Dracula leaned down and said softly, "

Tom Riddle, whom you trusted, never considered you a friend. "

"This is impossible!" Harry shouted loudly. "He has always been very kind to me. He not only taught me knowledge, but also talked with me. When I encountered unhappy things, he would persuade me..."

Harry also knew that he couldn't hide the existence of the diary anymore.But he still didn't want Tom, who is both a teacher and a friend, to be misunderstood by Professor Dracula in this way, so he defended angrily.

Dracula didn't care about Harry's rebuttal, but just smiled casually, "Do you know what kind of magic is the spell that Tom Riddle taught you?"

Before Harry could answer, Dracula stretched out his hand to his side.

The next moment, a mouse that lived in the Hogwarts dungeon all year round fell into Dracula's hands along with a ray of moonlight.

As if feeling the strong dark aura on Dracula, the mouse immediately trembled.

"Do you know the name of that spell, Potter?" Dracula looked at the mouse in his hand, and slowly took out his wand from his pocket——

"Avada Kedavra."

A dazzling green light suddenly appeared!

The mouse was hit by the green light, lost its breath instantly, and collapsed in Dracula's hands.

"The name of this curse...is called the Killing Curse, Potter!" Dracula said every word.