The Blood Professor at Hogwarts

"Professor Dracula, I won't fight you here." He said softly, "Choose the battlefield inside the Hogwarts castle, do you want to tear down the entire castle? Many students will be angry because of this." Injured, even killed!"

After all, Phoenix Fawkes landed on Dumbledore's shoulders, gently spreading out a pair of broad wings.

"I hope you don't regret what you did today, Professor Dracula." He took a deep look at Dracula and finally said.

The next moment, a golden-red flame wrapped Dumbledore's whole body and brought him to the principal's office in an instant.

In the principal's office, two other professors were already waiting there.

"Albus, did you and Professor Dracula do it?" Professor McGonagall asked anxiously, "I could clearly feel an extremely strong noise coming from the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office in the office on the second floor. The magic power fluctuations! I didn’t know until I asked Severus here that you just happened to go to Professor Dracula’s side.”

"What kind of conflict happened between you, and you have to do it to solve it?!"

Very rarely, Professor McGonagall hurried to the principal's office without even wearing a hat.

Compared to Professor McGonagall's anxiety, Snape's expression became more tense, "Albus, why did you do it all of a sudden?"

"Tell me, did Dracula do something against Potter?!"

Looking at the nervous Professor McGonagall and Snape, Dumbledore suddenly laughed happily.

"Don't be nervous, Minerva, Severus." He said with a smile, "I did have a hand with Professor Dracula, but it was just a good show between the two of us!"

Dumbledore stroked Fox's feathers, recalling what had just happened——

After learning that Harry was taken away by Dracula, he felt very anxious, so Fox led him into the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office in an instant.

"You came just in time, I have a surprise for you." Looking at the uninvited guest in front of him, Dracula said meaningfully.

Dumbledore saw that there was a brilliant light flowing quickly in Dracula's eyes, and there seemed to be some other information and content turning in those wine-red eyes.

So he also activated Legilimency to collide the spirits and thoughts of the two people together——

"Potter's blood test results are out, I think it is necessary to let you know." Dracula looked at the sharp eyes behind Dumbledore's half-moon glasses, and communicated with him silently, "I have already checked Well, Potter doesn't have any of Salazar's blood, and yet he can use Snaketongue."

"So... I didn't make a mistake in my judgment, right?" Dumbledore was also silent

He said, "Voldemort really left the soul fragments on Harry unintentionally, making Harry a different kind of Horcrux?"

"That's right, so if Voldemort is to be eliminated, the child Potter must also die!" Dracula said, "Is this really an acceptable ending for you?"

"Huh—" Dumbledore breathed out silently, "Of course I won't let this kind of thing happen, I already have a plan..."

He quickly passed the plan he had prepared to Dracula's spirit.

"I have to say, your plan requires too many coincidences." Dracula frowned, "And the price you paid is too high, you are using yourself as a pawn!"

"I have lived enough for more than 100 years, it doesn't matter, as long as I can succeed." Dumbledore laughed silently.

"Forget it, I want you to live a few hundred years longer, to experience what it means to be tired of real work!" Dracula sneered, "I have another plan here, do you want to hear it? ?”

"Of course, you need to cooperate with me to put on a good show in front of Riddle!"

Chapter 110 Nine

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"Tell me, what do you think?"

In the dim Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office, Dracula looked at the black-haired young man in front of him and asked with great interest,

"As Voldemort's Horcrux, it's fine if you don't help your creator, but you still want to come to my side to fight against him? I don't quite understand."

Riddle in the diary exhaled lightly, looked at Dracula sternly, and said, "Voldemort didn't pay me the attention I deserved at all. He just regarded me as another spare life."

"Since I have given birth to sanity through the memory of his youth, it will be very difficult for me to convince myself to follow his established route, just using myself as a tool, as an artifact that cannot have autonomous consciousness!"

"Mr. Dracula, I want to break free from his control!" Riddle said.

There was a smile on the corner of Dracula's mouth, and he walked towards Riddle with great interest, and stopped when he was beside him.

"Let me take a look...well, you are a body made of soul power, right?" He looked at Riddle's somewhat illusory figure and asked, "I don't know this kind of body structure. I have some impressions that Voldemort confronted me in this state in the forbidden zone where the Sorcerer's Stone was stored."

"You're right." Riddle nodded lightly, "He was originally possessed by Quirrell, but under the tremendous pressure you brought, the parasitic state is not enough for him to have enough power, so He thought of his Horcrux."

"Voldemort always knew that I was the first horcrux he created, and I still have most of his memories before the age of 16, so I must have stronger soul power than other horcruxes...so he used some means , took me out of the Malfoy Manor, and wanted to absorb the soul essence left in the Horcrux."

"But what he didn't expect was that I had already developed self-awareness, and his forcible occupation aroused my resistance." Riddle said.

"As far as I know, as a Horcrux, it's hard for you to resist the power of your body." Dracula took a deep look at him, "Also, when Voldemort officially started stealing the Sorcerer's Stone, I didn't notice your exist."

"Yes, I can't resist the power of the main soul at all, and he easily occupies the soul body that I have worked so hard to condense." Riddle twitched the corner of his mouth, his expression was very unwilling, "Even before the final action, he told I will not risk my Horcrux, and even returned my body..."

"...But I know that Voldemort is not thinking about me, but about the continuation of his own life. He will not risk any Horcruxes. I am no different from those Horcruxes without self-awareness! "

"Actually, I also know that the intellect of accidentally giving birth to a Horcrux is a burden and a disaster to my suspicious main soul... that is, he realizes the possibility of failure in stealing the Philosopher's Stone, so he came up with it. Willing to return the soul and body to me, let me lurk in the castle, to complete his backup plan..."

Riddle stared into Dracula's eyes, his eyes full of defiance.

Riddle is showing with practical actions that he was originally born from the memory of the dark lord who cannot be named. He has a similar personality and traits to Voldemort, and he will never be manipulated by others and lose his autonomy!

Dracula also looked into Riddle's eyes, with some appreciation in his eyes.

"Voldemort's personality and appearance when he was young are more stylish than the bald man now." He said with a chuckle, "I really don't know what he did later, tossing himself into such an appearance. "

"Although it's hard to accept, I can understand his choice." Riddle said softly, "For me, immortality and strength are more important than external things like looks."

"Oh, it's eternal life again." Dracula sneered disdainfully, "What's so good about immortality, there are always so many superficial human beings who want to pursue it, it's really boring!"

Riddle was about to retort, but Dracula raised his hand and interrupted what he was about to say, "Stop talking about those boring things, talk about what you did when you were lurking in Hogwarts Castle something."

"The backup plan that Voldemort gave you is just to confuse you.

Leigh Potter's mind? Dracula looked at Riddle, and asked thoughtfully, "It can be seen that you have gained a large part of Potter's trust, and you should have many opportunities to do it." "

"There are so many opportunities, just creating an accident can make him die unexpectedly, but you just do something like bewitching the mind, isn't it a bit unnecessary?"

"There are other reasons for this," Riddle shook his head and explained, "I can't kill Harry... My noisy master soul said it himself, asking me to leave Harry Potter to him. So Not only can I not kill Harry directly, I even have to protect him to live well!"

"What's the point?" Dracula frowned, "Is Voldemort so stupid? You must kill a little wizard who is just in the second grade by yourself, just because you have failed once in his hands? "

"That's not the reason, he's not that stupid yet." Riddle shook his head lightly, "Do you know the prophecy that Sybill Trelawney made 12 years ago?"

Dracula frowned slightly.

Of course he knows what prophecy is. His friend Nicole Flamel who has been around for hundreds of years is an excellent prophet, and he can also understand the meaning of prophecy.

But 12 years ago, Dracula was still in a deep sleep. He didn't know what happened in the magic world, let alone the prophecy that was listed as a secret by both the Ministry of Magic and the Death Eaters.

"Damn it, how many magnificent things have happened in the 100 years I have been sleeping?!" Dracula gritted his teeth resentfully, and looked at Riddle with cold eyes.

Seeing Dracula's cold eyes, Riddle's expression tightened, and he immediately said the prophecy he knew from the main soul——

""The man who has the power to defeat the Dark Lord draws near... Born to a family that has resisted him three times, born at the end of the seventh month... The Dark Lord will mark him as his great enemy..."—this is That prophecy, which Voldemort has learned, may not be complete, but it is sufficient to select eligible candidates."

"So Voldemort chose Harry Potter as his rival, went to Godric's Hollow to kill him, but ended up falling under his death curse?" Dracula asked with a strange expression, " If it wasn't for this prophecy, maybe he wouldn't have failed just like that?"

"That's right, that's one of the reasons why I'm dissatisfied with him." Riddle said coldly, "Instead of trying my best to achieve my goal, I believed the hearsay prophecy and finally fell into it... It's really stupid!"

"So... just because of this prophecy, did he not allow you to hurt Potter?" Dracula asked, "If it is really because of this, then Voldemort's understanding of prophecy is too shallow."

"Want to hear how real prophets think about prophecy, Riddle?" He looked at Riddle with a chuckle and asked casually.

Dracula didn't care about letting Riddle know the true meaning of the prophecy, nor did he care about the slight possibility that he might reveal it to Voldemort.

Because this kind of knowledge needs to be understood and respected with heart, even if it is revealed to Voldemort himself, it will not make him, a dark wizard who has long lost his original belief, change his mind, but it is more likely to disturb his thoughts.

The same is true for Dracula's willingness to tell Riddle about the prophecy now. He wants to know how different Riddle is from Voldemort, and whether it is really helpful.

"Have you figured it out, Riddle?" Dracula asked with a chuckle, "My prophet friend's ability to predict is not comparable to the current divination professor at Hogwarts."

"Mr. Dracula, are you willing to tell me such important knowledge?" Riddle Tongkong shrunk, looking at Dracula with some disbelief, "I thought it would be very difficult to gain your trust. thing."

"Get my trust?" Dracula raised his eyebrows, "Then you think too much, I can't trust you. I will only consider how much help I can give you based on how much fun you can bring me. .”

Riddle was stunned for a moment, and then laughed, "Then please tell me about prophecy, Mr. Dracula."

"I'm sure you can guess my

Who is this friend who is a prophet?" Dracula glanced at him with a smile, and said, "Nicole Flamel said that the reason why he learned prophecy was not just to pass the boring time, let alone to be accurate. to predict the future—”

"The meaning of prophecy does not lie in this, but in getting rid of the shackles of fate, allowing us to understand that there are more possibilities in this world, so that our lives can be freer."

"In short, prophecy is a kind of magic to help us live, not to restrain our behavior."

"Wait a minute, I have a question..." Riddle raised his hand and asked Dracula, "Since we already know the prophecy, how can we not be bound by it? What difference does it make to a wizard who doesn't know the prophecy?"

"Riddle, no matter what the future mentioned in the prophecy looks like, everyone lives in the present." Dracula walked slowly behind the desk, sat comfortably on the sofa, and said to Riddle said.

"The present is complete, but the prophecy is not. The prophecy is fragmented, it cannot tell us all the possibilities of the future, and naturally it does not need to let it interfere too much with our present."

"For that old guy Nico, the role of prophecy is just a reminder and a choice; for me, prophecy is just one of the ways to find a more interesting future." Dracula said , "Voldemort's real life was interfered by the prophecy, so he fell into the prophecy."

Unknowingly, the two people in the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office were like ordinary professors and students. One asked questions and the other answered, and it was impossible to tell that one was the Horcrux of the Dark Lord, and the other was a living creature. The count of vampires for more than 1000 years.

"I understand, professor." Suddenly, the young Riddle used the honorific that he would only say 60 years ago, "All magic is controlled by wizards, not wizards controlled by magic."

"That's right, it's quite savvy." Dracula raised a goblet with a light smile, and took a sip of the bright red wine, "But I suggest you replace "wizard" with "magic creature", otherwise I will wouldn't be happy."

"Yes, I subconsciously forgot that Professor Dracula is not a wizard." Riddle also changed his words with a smile.

For a time, the atmosphere in the office was joyful, harmonious and friendly, a warm school scene.

However, the next moment, this harmonious atmosphere was broken by a sentence——

"It's already quite sincere for me to tell you the true meaning of the prophecy, right?" Dracula gently put the wine glass on the table in front of him, and said softly, "In that case, should you also tell me something about it? What about more useful information?"

"Well, I won't make things difficult for you, I just need to know three things—"

"First, what is the most fundamental reason why you betrayed Voldemort; second, why did Voldemort keep you by Harry Potter's side; third, when was the last large-scale operation of the Death Eaters?" , what is the content of the activity?"

A strong oppressive dark breath emanated from Dracula's body one after another, and the atmosphere in the office quietly became solemn, as if even the air had been filled with lead, so heavy that Riddle couldn't breathe.

The wine-red light in Dracula's eyes moved, spinning quietly around Tong Kong, making Riddle feel that there was nowhere to hide all his secrets.

"...Staying by Harry's side is actually for his blood." After all, Riddle couldn't bear the heavy pressure in front of him, and said honestly, "The bones of the father, the blood of the enemy, and the flesh of the servant, this is resurrection." The three things needed, now only Harry's blood is missing..."

"As for the reason why I chose to betray... it's because I absorbed the soul origin from another horcrux of the main soul, and he will find out about it sooner or later..."

Hearing this sentence, even Dracula glanced at Riddle in surprise.