The Blood Professor at Hogwarts

...I am the No. 1 actual combat test among the trainee Aurors, don't...don't underestimate people! "Tonks glanced at Moody with a very determined look, and stammered, "I want to prove to the mysterious man that there is no one in the Ministry of Magic who can fight!" "

The next second, she suddenly cast a very good stun spell.

However, the gap between her and the Dark Lord was too great, and this spell, which worked extremely well for her, was randomly picked aside by Voldemort.

"Hehehehe..." Voldemort let out a sinister laugh, "Is that Tonks? What a funny little girl."

He suddenly turned his head to look at Moody, "Alastor, guess what... If I kill you, an interesting student, will you, a ruthless Auror, feel sad?"

"How dare you?!" Moody roared loudly, but anyone could see his sternness.

"What dare I not?" Voldemort sneered and raised his wand——

"Avada Kedavra!"

Chapter 120 Nine

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A terrifying green light shot out from the tip of the wand in Voldemort's hand!

"Tonks!"

Moody's shout echoed vaguely in Tonks' ears...but she couldn't hear it clearly, and the strong green light instantly occupied all of her sight, as if depriving all five senses of a person at that moment.

Tonks opened her eyes wide, watching this chilling green color devour every inch of her field of vision, before she could react effectively!

At the critical moment, some different colors suddenly appeared in Tonks' vision——

A piece of pure black bat flapped its wings, abruptly squeezed out a mass of black imprints from a piece of stubborn green, and its trajectory bloomed like a flower.

The next moment, a round of dark full moon quietly rose from the place where the bat flew out.

Several bats rushed towards the green light beam of the death curse like moths to the flame, and lost their vitality one by one under the influence of the curse, turning into light spots and dissipating.

Under the consumption of these bats, the green light was gradually exhausted, and the dark moon also disappeared silently against the wisps of fog on the island.

A man with long silver hair and a strange face emerged from the fading moonlight.

"My enthusiastic lady, you seem to be in some trouble?" A mellow voice sounded in Tonks' ear.

Tonks opened her mouth wide, and her hair went from violet to red in an instant.

"You... you are... the one who was in the Cairngorms a year ago!" she exclaimed joyfully. "Why did you come here?"

Tonks vaguely remembered a year ago, when she had just graduated from Hogwarts.She became an intern Auror in the Auror Office of the Ministry of Magic, and for the first time experienced Auror's daily actions with a large army...

Then she got lost after failing the Auror's "Stealth and Tracking" subject.

Deep in the Cairngorm Mountains, Tonks met this handsome, brutal man.She was smart enough to protect him as an Auror, but she didn't realize that this might be the source of the black magic breath...

"Why didn't I come here?" Dracula glanced at Tonks, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, "Actually, not only have I come here, but I've been watching the play on the wall of Azkaban for a long time. "

"This is impossible!" Voldemort's horrified voice suddenly came from not far away, "Dracula, haven't you been staying at Hogwarts all this time?!"

He took out the parchment that Snape had sent over from his pocket, and saw that the red spot of light on it remained motionless on the left side of Hogwarts Castle, without any change.

Dracula then turned his head and looked at Voldemort's incredible expression.

"Oh?" he asked with interest, "What gave you the illusion that I've been at Hogwarts? The parchment in your hand?"

In fact, in the underground classroom full of ghosts in Hogwarts, the figure of Dracula has indeed stayed in place, chatting happily with Nick, who is almost headless with Helena.

It's just that this figure is not Dracula's body, but a clone made by necromancy, staying at Hogwarts with the "locating device" left by Snape, thereby confusing Voldemort and making him Come to Azkaban with confidence and carry out his plans.

However, compared to the main body, this avatar looks a little illusory.This is why he is regarded as a ghost by Harry and Myrtle and others.

As for the real Dracula, he had already arrived in Azkaban ahead of time, turned into a bat and hung upside down on the marble wall, and watched the good show from a high place for a long time.

"So it was Severus who betrayed me?" Voldemort's voice became completely cold after a short moment of astonishment.

He crumpled the parchment in his hands fiercely.

After rubbing vigorously, the positioning map Snape made was crushed into countless pieces, and was thrown aside by Voldemort, and was blown away by the wind on the isolated island in a blink of an eye.

"Tsk, did you just know about this?" Dracula teased with a mocking smile, "Professor Snape has always won the trust of Dumbledore and provided many useful tips for destroying your great cause." intelligence."

"Mr. Voldemort, don't you really think that Snape is your Announcer?"

A spy at Hogwarts, huh? With a mocking smile on his face, he happily took a few steps closer to Voldemort, "But the truth of the matter, maybe it's the opposite?" "

Dracula's sarcasm made Voldemort's pale face gradually flushed, and his scarlet eyes kept blinking, obviously very angry.

"I'll make him pay!" Anger rose in Voldemort's heart, and his eyes seemed to burn with anger.

Successive setbacks in Dracula's hands made the Dark Lord's haughty and fragile emotions explode. He excitedly raised his wand, turning his anger into a dazzling green light flying out of his hand!

"boom--"

Dracula turned sideways slightly, and the thick green beam bombarded the ground behind him, blasting the ground into a huge deep pit and stirring up a cloud of flying dust.

The next moment, Voldemort turned into a cloud of black mist and flew up.

A magic wand suddenly protruded from the black mist in the sky, and waved a colorful light curtain, like stars covered by dark clouds falling from the starry sky.

These light curtains are beautiful and dangerous, and all of them carry a shocking evil aura and powerful momentum, all of which are black magic that no one else has ever heard of.

In this darkest Halloween night, the power of black magic has been greatly increased!

Dracula looked at the brilliant light curtain in the sky, smiled lightly, and then raised his wand——

The dark moon lit up behind him, exuding an extremely cold light, and countless crescent-shaped light blades flew out of the moonlight, colliding with every light curtain emitted by Voldemort accurately.

Gradually, more and more blades of light were released from the dark moon behind Dracula, and they actually converged into a waterfall flowing backwards, overshadowing the dense spell cast by Voldemort from a high place, and crushed in the opposite direction to the black in the foggy sky.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Voldemort immediately turned his whole body into a black mist again, trying to avoid the attack of the light blade.

"Bah—"

Dracula snapped his fingers lightly.

The crescent-shaped light blades turned suddenly after touching the black mist. Each group of four light blades formed countless turbines, which instantly dispersed the fog in the sky.

The turbine transformed by the blade of light also dispersed the dark clouds over Azkaban, revealing a vacuum in the sky.

The crooked first-quarter moon quietly lay in the sky surrounded by layers of clouds, casting cold moonlight on the sea that had never seen light.

"That's...so amazing..." Tonks watched this scene with his eyes wide open, and muttered in his mouth.

The scene where Dracula beat Voldemort was a huge shock to her.You know, this is the Dark Lord who can't mention his name!

Tonks felt ashamed at the thought of saying that he wanted to protect his safety...

Under the moonlight, the black mist seemed to have become much thinner.

A thin cloud of black mist barely condensed on the ground, and then Voldemort, whose face was extremely pale, staggered to where the black mist was.

"Dracula, don't get complacent too early..." His expression was extremely weak, and he said out of breath, "When I recover all my strength, I'll be the first to make you look good!"

"Heh, it's different to rely on something. At this time, you are still so confident." Dracula put his hands on his chest and said with a chuckle, "Whatever you say, I just need to rely on you every time you are resurrected. Just "entertain" you well!"

"Mr. Voldemort, I don't know how many times you can withstand the annihilation of your soul with your soul power?"

Hearing these words, Voldemort's expression finally changed.

Although he has a Horcrux as a support, he will never really die.But his soul is still limited.

If the original power of the soul is forcibly wiped out many times, then it is very likely that he will never be able to recover to the peak power.

At that time, don't talk about giving Dracula a good look. It's hard to say whether he can continue to be his Dark Lord.

"You forced me, Dracula!" Voldemort lowered his voice, as if speaking through his teeth, "My allies, please help me..."

The sky seemed to suddenly darken.

just

The crescent moon that had just poked its head out was once again covered by a cloud of evil and ugly black creatures.

The thick ink-like dementors were piled up thickly, and the entire group of dementors looked like the ugly face of a devil, overlooking the front of the fortress of Azkaban.

"Cuckoo-"

"Woooo-"

One after another creepy voices came from the cloudy sky, and the air contained an extremely heavy and depressing atmosphere, evoking the most fearful and painful emotions in people's hearts.

Countless dementors surrounded Dracula in the blink of an eye. They had no facial features under their tattered hoods, and there was a hole where they should have long mouths, constantly absorbing the air called happiness. Emotions.

Dracula's face immediately sank.

He felt like all the fun was being sucked out of him...

"Dementors... what a horrible thing..."

Dracula's voice gradually became colder, and the corners of his mouth that were often raised disappeared from its original curvature, and his wine-red eyes became like blood, shining with a cold light.

After the only joy in his long life was suppressed deep in his heart, Dracula's figure seemed to be outside the world, surrounded by indifference and indifference, not human-like——

Two sharp side teeth protruded from the slightly opened mouth, and the sharp nails also stretched out. The wide wings behind him suddenly opened, creating a gust of wind!

The movements of the dementors froze.

They can no longer feel any happy emotions from Dracula's body, they can only feel the emptiness and loneliness that are extremely depressed.

This made these evil species instinctively feel a burst of fear!

The next moment, Dracula suddenly jumped up from the ground, spread his wings and flew into the air.

His indifferent eyes were like a ferocious beast that wanted to devour people, relying only on the fighting instinct of the vampire, he aimed at a leading dementor, and flashed in front of it in an instant.

The sharp nails suddenly pierced into the chest of the leading dementor, but only tore a rotting rag.

"Cuckoo-"

A few strange screams came from the dementor's throat, and it opened the hollow "mouth" under the hood again, trying to find and suck away the happiness in Dracula's heart.

But it failed again.

Dracula's current state is like a thousand-year-old ice, and his heart is full of indifference.

And this indifferent piece of ice saw the dementor's movement, and suddenly changed the position of the attack.