The Blood Professor at Hogwarts

He stretched out his other hand and thrust it suddenly into the hollow "mouth" of the dementor—

The next moment, a white flame emerged from Dracula's hands, and burned in the "mouth" of the dementor.

"Woooo-"

The effect of this flame pointing directly at the soul is very obvious. The dementor felt the burning of the flame, and began to swing his body like a rag in pain, struggling to escape from Dracula's palm.

Dracula let go of his hand as it wanted, admiring the dementor struggling and flying around in the air, but he couldn't escape being burned to ashes after all.

He tilted the corners of his mouth indifferently, but soon found that he couldn't regain the interest he had when twitching the corners of his mouth in the past, and his face returned to the ice-cold state again.

After that, Dracula seemed to turn into a ruthless beast, killing all directions in the group of dementors, or tearing them up in the most cruel way, or burning them into powder with flames...

The dementor gradually realized what fear is, and scattered away, using all his strength to fly away from the place where the terrible person was.

After those monsters left, the moonlight shone down again, still as cold and pure as usual.

Dracula spread his wings, quietly suspended under the watery moonlight, with confusion looming in his blood-red eyes.

I don't know why, but he clearly slaughtered countless dementors that only caused his displeasure, and it can be regarded as a battle with Kangxi, so he should feel very happy.

But his mood at this moment is not the slightest joyful and hearty, nor is there any pleasure after retaliation.

Dracula now only feels an inexplicable emptiness, as if he has forgotten something...

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"Professor Dracula, what's wrong with you?" A voice seemed to sound in Dracula's ear from a long distance away.

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Yes, I seem to be a professor.But why should I want to be a professor?

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"Uncle Dracula, your expression is so scary." A flustered and pleasant female voice rang in my ear.

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Isn't this voice Royna's daughter?

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"Professor, wake up, the party is coming to an end!" It was a childish voice.

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This voice seems to be a funny little wizard named Harry Potter, right?

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"Harry, none of your methods will work, look at me—Professor, wake up and have fun!"

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Hearing these words, Dracula's heart moved slightly, and he felt that something suppressed in his heart suddenly woke up.

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"Where is the fun?!" Dracula suddenly opened his eyes.

Chapter 130 Dracula's Patronus Curse

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Dracula opened his eyes and saw a mass of hair as red as fire.

"See, my method is the most useful!" Ron Weiss jumped up excitedly when he saw Dracula open his eyes.

Immediately afterwards, a large group of ghosts and little wizards surrounded him.

"Professor, what happened to you just now?" Harry asked worriedly, "You suddenly closed your eyes just now, and your expression was frighteningly cold!"

"Professor Dracula, just now you suddenly had a lot of killing intent..." Helena said.

In order to protect Dracula's identity, she did not use the title "uncle" this time. "It feels like...as if you want to wipe out everyone around you! We are all terrified."

"Professor Dracula, you must have just turned into a ghost and didn't realize it." The short and fat Myrtle also floated over, "It was the same when I just died, but I woke up in that toilet bowl It will recover after a while!"

While talking, Myrtle kept winking at Dracula.

Myrtle has not given up on the idea of ​​letting Dracula share a toilet with her...

Dracula directly ignored Myrtle next to him, turned his head and shook his head at Harry, the three little wizards, Helena, Nearly Headless Nick and other ghosts.

"I'm sorry to trouble you, I'm fine." He said softly, "I just thought of something just now, I just lost my composure."

"Professor, are you really okay?" Hermione, who was standing between Harry and Ron, asked with concern, "Is it because the ghost party was too dark and affected your mood? Do you want to go back and rest for a while? "

Hearing Hermione's dissatisfaction with the ghost party implied in her words, Nearly Headless Nick glanced at her with some displeasure.

To Nick's surprise, Dracula actually nodded.

"It's good to go back and have a rest," he said.

Afterwards, Dracula greeted Nick and Helena, turned around and walked out of the underground classroom where the ghosts were.

"Professor, wait for us!" Harry, Ron and Hermione hurriedly followed.

As the host of today's ghost party, Nearly Headless Nick looked at the wizards leaving one after another, and shrugged helplessly.

"Well, there's not a single one left alive tonight," he said to the ghosts around him. "So sorry for them, the Headless Hunters head hockey show will be next."

As soon as he mentioned the performance of the Headless Hunters, the expression of the almost headless Nick suddenly became depressed, and he forgot on the spot the regret that no one survived to the end of the [-]th anniversary party.

"Hey, I've found you, Patrick Podmore. You haven't settled your account for not letting me join the Headless Hunt!"

He rushed towards a headless ghost with its head in its arms, and got entangled with him.

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On the other side, Dracula sent Harry and the three little wizards to the auditorium, let them enjoy the pudding that had not been removed from the Halloween dinner, and walked to the principal's office by himself.

Dumbledore and Snape had been waiting there for a long time.

"Our mission today is about to reach its climax, both of you." Dracula looked at Dumbledore and Snape with solemn faces, and slowly raised the corners of his lips.

For a few minutes before and after, he moved the corner of his mouth twice, but it felt completely different.

On the isolated island of Azkaban, Dracula's idea of ​​finding fun was inadvertently withdrawn to the deepest part of his heart under the influence of the strange ability of the dementor.When he completely lost the fun, he couldn't find that feeling even if he tried to lick the corners of his mouth.

Although it only lasted for a few minutes, Dracula, who found fun again, felt a world-shaking difference.

He silently sentenced the dementor to death in his mind.

"It's your turn to play next, Professor Snape." Dracula looked at Snape's sallow face and smiled with interest, "Whether our plan can go smoothly depends entirely on you!"

After saying this, Dracula ignored the reactions of Dumbledore and Snape, and was not worried about whether the plan could be completed.

he hit lightly

With a snap of the fingers, the body turned into a light spot and dissipated lightly...

The next moment, Dracula's vision suddenly changed.

He saw a piece of cold moonlight, as well as the Fortress of Azkaban under the moonlight, and the black mist flying around——

At this time, on the isolated island where Azkaban was located, Voldemort had already taken advantage of Dracula's massacre of dementors and fled the scene.

The Death Eaters who fought against the Ministry of Magic had some advantages at the beginning, but when they sensed Voldemort's departure through the Dark Mark, they instantly lost their courage and motivation to fight against the enemy, and one after another began to move towards the army without anti-apparation. Fleeing across the spell-covered sea.

After some Death Eaters were left to be captured by Aurors, most Death Eaters managed to escape from this lonely island after all.

Near the Fortress of Azkaban, Dracula's body was still hanging in mid-air under the moonlight, with a cold arc drawn from the corner of his mouth.

"Did I let you go?" He looked at the fleeing dementors and said softly.

Afterwards, Dracula withdrew his sharp fingernails and took out his wand from his pocket.

"Let me think about it, what kind of magic should I use to destroy you pests..."

Dracula thought, playing with his wand unconsciously.The pure black stick body was flexibly turning back and forth between his white and slender fingers.

"Yes, I should still remember that spell." He suddenly laughed indifferently, and at the same time, it seemed that all the dark breath had been suppressed in the deepest part of Dracula's body.

Under the illumination of the moonlight, there was no trace of darkness around Dracula's body. His silver hair, which was the same color as the moonlight, fluttered in the wind, his eyes were slightly closed, and he raised his wand in his right hand and pointed at the night sky.

Different from his evil and awe-inspiring appearance in the past, he is now uncharacteristically releasing a somewhat pure and holy aura.

"Hehe... Don't you guys like to absorb my fun? Then suck it up!"

"Call God—Guard—(Expe)!"

A silver light, brighter than moonlight, suddenly shot out from the tip of Dracula's wand, illuminating the entire isolated island where Azkaban was located.

In the dazzling silver light, there seemed to be more and more silver-white bats flapping their wings, soaring in the instantly illuminated night.

After the bat swarm gathered for a short time, they dispersed in an instant, shining silver light on all parts of the isolated island, even covering a large area of ​​the sea outside the island.

The silver light shines on the sparkling water waves, and each piece is swaying and shining, which is extremely beautiful.

The silvery bats shuttled through the air like a silver veil, spreading to every corner of the island at a fast speed, encircling the scattered dementors one by one, and then expelling them to a concentrated area.

The dementors instinctively realized that something was wrong, and flew around with anxiety, but they couldn't break through the bright silver light at all.

Gradually, countless dementors were held hostage by the silver light and crowded together, and were locked into a closed silver light ball, completely losing the space to fly.

They're like a swarm of ants being forced into a bag that Dracula has tied up.The ants inside lost any space to survive, and could only gradually die out under the torment of lack of oxygen and hunger...

"It's almost here, right? Then I'll give you a ride."

Dracula smiled gently, raised his hand, and snapped his fingers lightly.

A dark white flame suddenly rose up under the silver ball of light, engulfing the densely packed dementors in the ball of light.

I don't know if it was because the burning was too intense, or the Patronus Charm compressed the dementor too tightly.

With a bang, the silver ball of light suddenly bloomed——

Like white and silver fireworks, it cut through the quiet and dark night in an instant, and it was like an epiphyllum blooming in the middle of the night, bright and bright.

In such an isolated island that is always occupied by clouds and storms, this unique firework is simply breathtakingly beautiful!