Harry Potter Platinum Glory

The ground that had just been scorched by the flames was unbearably hot. Voldemort walked at the front and tapped his wand in his hand. A stream appeared on the way that everyone was walking. The wonderful thing is that when people walk on it, their feet will not be soaked in water at all. The magic was another eye-opener for Rita Skeeter.

Dracula stood in front of the window on the castle. He originally thought that the scene of the werewolf and the Death Eaters attacking did not happen, but only Voldemort came to his castle with a werewolf and two other people.

"Hahaha, this Voldemort is too self-righteous, does he think that he can destroy our blood clan alone?" Dracula let out a contemptuous laugh. The surrounding vampires showed their sharp teeth, eager to taste the wizard's blood again.

The gate of the castle opened quietly, Voldemort walked to the gate, and Rita Skeeter also got down from Mutu's arms and stood on the ground. The inside of the castle was pitch black and nothing could be seen, and the gate was like a giant mouth of a monster, ready to devour everything that came in.

690 "Ma'am, is this your first visit to a vampire's lair?" Voldemort turned and looked at Rita Skeeter with a relaxed expression.

"Yes." Rita Skitt nodded.

"Then I promise that today's experience will be unforgettable for you." After Voldemort finished speaking, he turned and walked into the gate of the castle.

Mutu guarded Rita Skeeter and the photographer followed closely, and when the four of them fully entered the castle, the door closed firmly with a bang. The surroundings immediately plunged into darkness, but Augustus's writing wheel eyes could still see the surrounding things clearly in the darkness. Voldemort raised his head and looked at the surrounding walls, where there were many vampires waiting to move in ambush.

Opposite them, there is a throne, Dracula is sitting in the middle with a sword, his cold eyes are always staring at Voldemort.

"I'm sorry, Dracula, I wanted to end your life in the dark, but then Ms. Rita Skeeter couldn't witness this great moment with her own eyes." The voice just fell, all the candles around at the same time Lighting up, every corner tower of the entire auditorium is clearly presented in front of everyone.

Dracula's surface was calm, but his sharp intuition had already smelled a dangerous breath. He could see clearly that Voldemort did not wave his wand and lit the candles around him. Is his powerful magic enough to stop relying on his wand?

"Dracula, I'll give you one last chance. Kneel on the ground right now, expressing submission to me. It's too late. I'll consider letting you live." Augustus said so, but he was already impatient. He wanted to further demonstrate his powerful magic to the world.

Suddenly a vampire fell silently from the top and went straight to Voldemort's neck. The vampire's heart burst into ecstasy, but the moment his teeth touched Voldemort's neck, a pair of sturdy braces was added to his mouth, which held his mouth tightly and could no longer close it. .

The vampire fell to the ground, hugged his mouth, and tugged at the braces, blood gushed out, but the braces clung to his mouth as if they had taken root.

The shorthand quill beside Rita Skeeter quickly recorded everything in front of her on the paper. Then the photographer raised the camera in his hand and aimed at the vampire who was rolling on the ground.

"Mutu, you take Ms. Rita Skeeter and retreat to the corner." Lord Voldemort did not return, his attention was always on Dracula.

According to Voldemort's orders, Mutu protected Rita Skeeter and the photographer to hide in the corner, used his tall body to block in front of the two, and stared viciously at the vampires on the wall, always on guard for their sudden attack. And Rita Skeeter and the photographer slapped Mutu's feet and peeked at Voldemort.

Voldemort walked towards Count Dracula step by step, he waved his wand, and four huge ice cones condensed in the air, stabbing Dracula on the seat from all sides, the huge ice cone pierced the entire throne, and in Dracula There were several holes left on his body, but it was strange that there was not a drop of blood flowing from Dracula's body, and he still had a smile on his face.

Suddenly, the smile on Kula's face collapsed, and his body suddenly spread out and turned into a group of bats, flapping their wings and falling behind Voldemort, returning to human form again.

If Dracula couldn't resist this kind of damage, then he was not qualified at all, and was favored by Augustus. Dracula waved the sword in his hand and stabbed the back of Voldemort with a sword, but Voldemort instantly turned into a cloud of dark smoke and dissipated in the air.

When Voldemort appeared again, countless vampires flew down from all directions, and Voldemort's body was instantly submerged in the sea of ​​vampires. Rita Skeeter's eyes widened. Did Voldemort just die like this? The moment the photographer next to him pressed the shutter, a strong golden light erupted from the vampire group. Accompanied by screams, all the vampires were shaken by this huge force and flew away, slamming into the wall one after another. The cameraman's photos accurately recorded the power of this force.

Voldemort was still standing unscathed. He didn't kill him, he just made these vampires temporarily incapacitated. Augustus didn't want to exterminate the vampire so soon. What he wanted was a vampire with powerful combat power. A capable man who invades the wizarding world.

Dracula clenched his teeth, he unfolded his cloak, and from the cloak flew out countless vampire bats, like a thick black mist, accompanied by a shrill cry, rushing towards Voldemort. Voldemort waved his wand, and countless goblins transformed into flames appeared in the air. They flapped their wings and collided with the vampire bats. The air was constantly lit up with flames, which wiped out all the attacking vampire bats. It was an emergency program that Augustus arranged temporarily, so that the entire magical world could see how he played Dracula, the leader of the vampires, in the palm of his hand.