The Blood Professor at Hogwarts

Harry opened his mouth wide, unable to speak for a while.

A scene vaguely emerged in his mind——

A woman was crying beside him, kissing his cheek... Then, an ugly man with distorted features walked in... The next moment, there was a dazzling green light!

"Don't—" Harry yelled suddenly.

In the next second, he collapsed trembling on the cold ground...

After a dead silence, Harry gasped heavily, raised his head slowly, and saw Dracula looking at him thoughtfully.

"Professor... what happened to me just now?" He asked uneasy.

Dracula's eyes moved, he was silent for a moment, and then slowly said: "It's okay, you may have had a dream, don't pay too much attention to it."

After that, he forcibly changed the subject, "Riddle, it's such a time, are you still stuck in Harry's clothes and don't want to come out?"

A faint black mist emerged, and a handsome black-haired young man appeared in front of Harry very abruptly.

"I knew you would find out sooner or later, Dracula." His expression didn't look flustered at all, but relieved, "but I didn't expect this day to come so soon. I thought I could at least There are two months!"

"You...you're Tom?!" Harry looked at the black-haired young man in front of him, his mouth shut in shock, and Riddle's complicated thoughts just now were blown away, "Didn't you say...you're just a The diary of thoughts, can I only communicate with me by writing?!"

Such a bizarre scene was no less than a volcanic eruption to Harry's mood!

He knew that he was really cheated.Professor Dracula was right...

Harry leaned against the office wall in a daze, his eyes almost out of focus.

"I'm sorry, Harry, I did deceive you." Diary Riddle turned his head and looked into Harry's blank eyes. "But I have to deceive you. This is the task Voldemort entrusted to me."

"What did you say?" The name of the old enemy instantly pulled Harry's thoughts back, "You just said... Voldemort?!"

"Don't you understand, Potter?" Dracula sighed softly, and looked at the black-haired young man standing beside Harry, "Explain to him, Riddle, what exactly is your identity?"

Unexpectedly, Riddle didn't have any resistance to Dracula's arrangement, but just nodded slightly to him.

"Voldemort..." Riddle looked at Harry and said softly, "It's my past, present and future, Harry."

He snatched his wand from Harry's hand suddenly, and with a few quick strokes in the air, wrote three shiny names—

Tom Marvolo Riddle.

Then he took Harry

With a flick of his wand, the letters automatically switched places and became—

I am Lord Voldemort (Iaord Voldert).

"See?" he said softly, "I used that name when I was a student at Hogwarts, of course, only to my closest friends. Don't you think I'm going to use my name for the rest of my life?" The name of that filthy Muggle father?"

"No, Harry. I've come up with a new name for myself, and I know that one day, when I'm the greatest wizard in the world, wizards everywhere won't dare say it lightly!"

Harry's mind seemed to freeze.

He stared dumbly at Riddle, the man who had been a parentless orphan who had grown up and killed Harry's parents, and so many others...

But he has regarded this person as his bosom friend for a long time!

Chapter 110 Eighth A Good Show

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Just when Harry was still stunned and confused, a golden-red flame suddenly appeared in the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office, illuminating the gloomy atmosphere in the office.

"Oh? It seems that we have guests."

Dracula raised the corners of his mouth and greeted him in the direction of the fire.

An old man with white hair and a long, waist-length white beard strode out of the firelight.

With a solemn face, he asked straight to the point: "Professor Dracula, I heard from Severus that you took Harry Potter away?"

"You're a lot later than I expected, Dumbledore." Dracula said to the old man with a chuckle, "Actually, I thought Snape would contact you sooner!"

Snape may have reprimanded the little wizard in the Dueling Club for being addicted to training, or he subconsciously didn't feel that Dracula would hurt Harry Potter. Finally remembered that Harry was taken away.

So Snape used a special Patronus Charm to send the message to Dumbledore who was staying in the headmaster's office.

After Dumbledore got the news, in order to prevent any possible accidents from Harry, who was extremely important to him, he immediately came to Dracula's office.

However, this period of time has been very generous.

Enough enough for Dracula to detect the relationship between Harry and Slytherin, find out Harry's memory, and even pull out Riddle, the diary that has been bewitching Harry's mind, from his arms.

"Actually, you came just in time. I have a surprise for you." Dracula smiled with interest, and then turned sideways, allowing Riddle's figure to appear in Dumbledore's sight.

Even for a wise old man like Dumbledore, his expression became extremely astonished in an instant.

"Tom?" Dumbledore looked at the handsome black-haired young man in surprise, "You are..."

His eyes flickered quickly, and his memory seemed to return to 60 years ago——

The handsome black-haired young man in front of him completely overlaps with the appearance of the amazingly talented Tom Riddle when he held up the special contribution award to the school!

"It's been a long time, Professor Dumbledore." Riddle showed a flawless smile, and bowed gracefully to Dumbledore, "My memory actually still stays at the time when I won the special contribution award to the school—— You were the only professor who questioned that at the time."

"So you are Tom from 60 years ago?" Dumbledore frowned, his sharp eyes seemed to penetrate the slightly illusory figure in front of him.

After a while, he suddenly showed a look of understanding.

"So that's how it is..." Dumbledore nodded slightly, then turned to look at Harry who was full of doubts in his heart, "Harry, can I trouble you to go back to the Gryffindor common room to rest for a while? Me and De Professor Gula has other things to discuss."

"But... I think it has a lot to do with me, Professor!" said Harry hastily.

Of course Harry didn't want to leave.He still has a lot of things that he hasn't figured out, and he still has a lot of questions that he hasn't asked. He is full of doubts about what happened today!

"When the time is right, I will explain it to you one by one, Harry." Dumbledore looked into Harry's eyes, which were still gentle but resolute, "but now I ask you to go back first. , okay? After going through so many things today, it's time for you to take a good rest. "

Harry opened his mouth, wanting to tell the two professors that he wasn't tired at all and didn't need to rest at all.

But seeing Dumbledore's gradually tough eyes, he finally nodded silently, turned and left the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office.

He left the blank diary in the office, lying quietly on the cold ground...

When Harry left, only Dracula, Dumbledore and Riddle were left here.

"You are the Horcrux that Tom made after killing Myrtle, right?" Dumbledore looked at Riddle first, and asked in a deep voice.

"Sure enough, I still can't hide it from you, Professor Dumbledore." Riddle said softly, "I really want to know, there are really people in this world who can hide it from you."

Thing? "

"There are too many things that I don't know, Tom." Dumbledore shook his head slowly, "If it wasn't for your performance in Wu's Orphanage that gave me a preconceived impression that I have always been wary of you, Presumably I will be fooled by your performance like other professors."

"It's an honor for the greatest wizard in the world to say that!" Riddle's voice gradually cooled down, "I really didn't expect that even after so many years, the greatest wizard in the world is still called Albus Dumbledore."

"I thought that the "I" outside would take your place in just a few years... However, not only did he fail to achieve this achievement, but he was defeated by a baby instead!"

Listening to Riddle's cold words, Dracula raised his eyebrows slightly, and asked with interest: "You seem to be a little dissatisfied with your body, Mr. Riddle."

"Indeed, Mr. Dracula." Riddle looked at Dracula, and passed a meaningful look, "The "I" outside not only failed to fulfill the wish I made when I was young, but even became more and more Stupid. He's utterly smitten with great power."

Dracula's expression became more and more intriguing, and the corner of his mouth curled up in an exaggerated arc.

"So what's your idea, Mr. Riddle?" he asked.

"Professor Dracula!" Dumbledore's voice suddenly resounded in the entire office, interrupting the conversation between Dracula and Riddle, "I think I have an obligation to remind you, don't forget our most important purpose— —”

"Voldemort cannot be truly destroyed until all of Voldemort's Horcruxes are destroyed!"

Dumbledore looked at Riddle with sharp eyes, "Tom, I guess you are not the only Horcrux in Voldemort, right?"

"It turns out that Professor Dumbledore will also have things that he doesn't know." Riddle shrugged with a smile, "Of course, according to our thinking, a single Horcrux is definitely not foolproof."

"As for how many Horcruxes he made... even I don't know. After all, I only have memories of Voldemort before he was 16 years old."

"I see." Dumbledore nodded lightly, "Thank you for the clues, Tom, and I am also very glad to see you again without being distorted by black magic."

Afterwards, he gently raised his wand, "But I'm sorry, Tom, you should have been able to guess—as a Horcrux, there can only be such an ending..."

A ray of crimson flame spewed out from the tip of Dumbledore's wand, burning violently in the air, expanding to the size of half the room in an instant, and rushing toward the blank diary on the ground.

"Dumbledore's iconic Firestorm?"

Feeling the instantly hot air, Riddle gently closed his eyes, letting the flames penetrate his illusory body, and approached the diary.

He knew that he could not escape from the hands of the most powerful wizard in the magic world, so he didn't take any chances.

Riddle was waiting for another shot.

"I have given all the hints in place, I hope it can arouse his interest..." He closed his eyes, thinking so.

For a long time, Riddle did not feel the burning pain of the diary.

So he opened his eyes, and saw two different colors of flames, but both were extremely bright and magnificent, almost occupying the entire space of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office, facing each other as if they were fighting against each other.

On one side is crimson that is thicker than magma, and the heat that evaporates from it seems to be able to ignite the eyes of all the wizards present!

On the other side is Senbai, which is colder than bones. Although it is in the form of flames, Riddle can't feel any scorching heat from it, but feels that it has a trace of coldness that penetrates into the bone marrow!

The two flames touched each other anxiously, melting each other, refusing to give in to each other.

"Professor Dracula, have you really forgotten our most important purpose?" Dumbledore's voice came from the sticky crimson, and his voice was unprecedentedly serious, "Don't you want to do something for Ni But did you do your part for the safety of the Sorcerer's Stone, and his and Perenal's lives?!"

"Mr. Principal, I have always had the Philosopher's Stone to protect that old guy, and I have never forgotten it." Dracula's faint voice sounded from the dark white flames, "But I thought you already understood, to destroy Voldemort It has never been my most important purpose..."

After a while of silence, the crimson flame suddenly began to shrink, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Dumbledore's figure emerged from it, and a red light could still be vaguely seen on the wand in his hand.

"I always thought that you were trying to find any interesting things in the world based on a solid bottom line." He said in a deep voice, "Nicole has always told me so. He told me that although you are a little cynical, you Still have the firm principles of being a nobleman..."

"Professor Dracula, but I don't see any principle in your choice to protect Voldemort's Horcrux today!"

"Since you can't see it, why bother to say more? It's better to use your personal strength to decide what is right and what is wrong!" Dracula smiled evilly, "I wanted to fight with you a long time ago, Dumbledore Lido, let me see what kind of surprises the greatest wizard in the magic world can bring me!"

The black and red cloak behind Dracula moved without wind, and waves of dark breath flowed unreservedly around him. Gradually, a round of dark moon quietly appeared in this office, cold and heavy.

Dumbledore's face changed slightly, and then he sighed softly.