Professor The Vampire Earl of Hogwarts

"Dracula, what's that look on your face?"

Seeing Dracula lose all patience and completely indifferent expression, Voldemort panicked.

The black smoke he turned into was crazy, repeatedly crashing in the bloody water prison, not caring about the pain of being corroded and melted by the blood, only hoping to break through this impenetrable cage and escape from the palm of this demon.

Dracula watched this scene indifferently, and suddenly closed his five fingers.

The next moment, the water prison tightened, completely covering the black smoke that Voldemort turned into, gradually eroding, compressing, and annihilating it.

"Why... I don't believe that anyone has no interest in immortality!" Voldemort's desperate and unwilling voice came from the bloody water prison.

Dracula flapped his wings lightly, and floated to a nearby position.

"Should I open your eyes and see, who are you trying to discuss eternal life with?" He said softly.

The shadow of the dark moon behind him has not completely dissipated, and Dracula's figure is reflected in a slender silhouette, leaving only a pair of wine-red pupils shining, and a pair of sharp side teeth radiating from his lips. Awe-inspiring but icy light.

Voldemort's eyes widened, suddenly awakened.

Now it all makes sense-

A powerful wizard suddenly appeared in the magic world, exuding a dark aura; Dumbledore left Quirrell and suddenly hired a new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor; Apparition in Hogwarts Castle, not subject to counter-curse restrictions strange properties of...

"The legendary vampire count..." Voldemort's angry voice came faintly from the bloody water prison.

Immediately, the blood-colored flowing water suddenly gathered together, without the slightest gap.

The black smoke that Voldemort turned into was completely consumed, leaving no trace left!

The light of the dark moon slowly dissipated, and the sky above the Forbidden Forest became quiet, only a few distant cries of deer and birds occasionally rang out from the forest...

Dracula waved the river of blood, suspended in the air quietly, with a thoughtful expression.

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When Dracula returned to the restricted area on the fourth floor of Hogwarts Castle, he saw a scene of chaos.

In the corridor, Madam Pomfrey from the school infirmary was manipulating a stretcher with her wand, and Harry was unconscious on the stretcher, Hermione was sobbing and followed beside her.

At the entrance outside the trapdoor, Hagrid was weeping bitterly while holding a three-headed dog about his size, Fluffy.

Pudgy Professor Sprout stood nearby, trying to tiptoe, carefully inspecting the three-headed dog's wide-open eyes, hoping to find the right herbal medicine to treat it.

"Relax, Hagrid, it's not dead yet." Professor Sprout couldn't bear Hagrid's super loud crying, and comforted his ears, "Generally, such a curse that changes the state of the body can be used. Apply the mandrake recovery potion to the whole body for treatment."

Dracula walked around the two of them, walked behind the three-headed dog, and jumped into the open trapdoor.

The devil's net under the trapdoor had been put away by Professor Sprout, leaving an empty hard floor.

'If Potter, Weasley, and Granger wanted to jump in now, they would probably be thrown half to death. How could they have the ability to go to the last level? '

Lightly falling to the ground, Dracula thought endlessly in his heart.

The next two levels are the winged key arranged by Professor Flitwick, and the large wizard chess board made by Professor McGonagall with transfiguration.

Professor Flitwick had just packed away the winged keys and was now clearing the stone ruins of a large wizard chess set by himself.

Dracula nodded to Professor Flitwick and walked on.

Passing by the corpses of two giant monsters cleaned by Quirrell, and passing through the extinguished flame door, he quickly came to the last room where the Mirror of Erised was located.

The last room was full of excitement—

"Albus, you already knew that Voldemort's spirit was lurking in our school?!"

As soon as he entered the door, Dracula heard Professor McGonagall's voice suppressing his anger.

I saw Professor McGonagall tightly pursing his lips, with a serious face, extremely dissatisfied with Dumbledore for concealing all kinds of extremely important things, and loudly accused him of inappropriate behavior for putting the entire Hogwarts students in danger .

Dumbledore stood obediently in front of her, with helplessness written all over his face, his eyes glanced around, and he looked like a student listening to Professor McGonagall's lecture.

Seeing Dracula walking in from the door, Dumbledore seemed to have met a savior, and immediately left Professor McGonagall to greet him.

"It's such a pleasure to see you at this time, Professor Dracula." He said with a smile on his face, "How about it, have you solved Voldemort?"

Hearing the name mentioned in Dumbledore's mouth, Professor McGonagall subconsciously took a breath, leaned over with a solemn face, and looked at Dracula with inquiring eyes.

"Theoretically, it's solved." Dracula said softly, "His soul has been completely annihilated, not even a single ashes are left."

"Since there is no ashes left, why do you say 'theoretically'?" Professor McGonagall asked puzzled.

"Because I always feel that he is still alive." Dracula glanced at her, "Even if this soul body is annihilated, he may regenerate elsewhere."

Dracula and Dumbledore looked at each other, and both of them saw the flashing words in each other's eyes——

"Horcrux"!

According to the insights of Dracula and Dumbledore, they both know that as long as they have at least one Horcrux, the creator's soul will always remain in the world.Therefore, even if the person's body is attacked or destroyed, the owner of the horcrux will not die, because the piece of soul in the horcrux remains intact.

So this time, the black smoke that Voldemort turned into was wiped out by Dracula, but his soul was not completely annihilated.At most, he was weakened to an abnormally weak level, and he was beaten back to the state he had just suffered from the rebounding death curse 11 years ago.

This form of existence is worse than a ghost, weaker than the humblest wandering spirit.

But he is still alive after all, and there is still the possibility of a comeback.

The air froze for a moment.

Dumbledore was silent, thinking about the countermeasures to completely eliminate Voldemort; Professor McGonagall was worried about the safety of Hogwarts, and had no mood to speak; while Dracula was thinking about where to get Voldemort out , to test what is special about people who have split their souls compared to normal people...

Just then, a rough voice broke the quiet air.

"Albus, come and see how we can take this little cutie away, I'm going to keep it in the Forbidden Forest!" Professor Kettleburn shouted standing on top of the basilisk.

I don't know how he climbed up with only one arm and half of a leg left.

Dumbledore turned his head, looked at the basilisk that took up half of the room and coiled up as high as a hill, and fell into deep thought.

'This is the little cutie in your mouth? '

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