Professor The Vampire Earl of Hogwarts

On an uninhabited island in the Black Lake, there was a sudden scream.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"

An unsuspecting apparition caused Lockhart to fall heavily to the ground, his handsome face smashed into the wet soil.

He pulled his face out of the mud without any image, coughed twice in embarrassment, and spit the mud in his mouth on the ground.

"I... Let me tell you, your sneak attack is immoral, and you are not worthy of being a professor at Hogwarts!" Lockhart casually brushed his blond hair covered in mud, and turned to Germany with a khaki face. Gula, "I tell you, you have already provoked the world's greatest Defense Against the Dark Arts expert!"

"Then I would like to ask, the greatest expert in the world...how can he not handle even one apparition?" Dracula shook his head with a smile.

"Is that because I can't handle it well? No, that's not it!" Lockhart said stiffly, "It's because you don't talk about martial arts! It's a clever trick to attack me, an author who trusts fans so much. What you can do! You can't touch a single hair of mine in a head-to-head confrontation!"

Dracula's mouth twitched.He didn't expect that Lockhart could continue to be stubborn at this point.

"Then it will be as you wish, great defense expert." He made a gesture of 'please', "Fight head-on, let me see what the so-called Anti-Dark Arts League members are like."

Lockhart's expression became serious, with a determined look on his face.

However, most of his face was covered with mud, and this expression didn't look solemn, but rather funny.

He fumbled in his pocket with his dirty hands for a long time before he pulled out his expensive cherry wood wand, and pointed at Dracula with trembling fingers.

"Don't regret it! If you don't want to bear the wrath of the world's greatest Defense Against the Dark Arts master, apologize to me and admit defeat! Since you are my fan, maybe I will forgive you!" Lockhart Shouted sternly.

"Hurry up, you won't have a chance if you don't." Dracula said impatiently, crossing his arms.

Seeing that Dracula's attitude showed no signs of changing, Lockhart gritted his teeth.

He thought about it for a while before he finally thought of a spell to attack, and then resolutely waved his wand——

"Fire (Indio)!"

"..."

Dracula watched helplessly as a small cluster of faint flames leisurely emerged from the tip of Lockhart's wand...

When the cold wind blows on the island, the small flame becomes wobbly, and it seems that it may be extinguished at any time.

"Is this a fire spell?" Looking at the flames in front of him, Dracula almost couldn't help laughing, "If I had a cigar, would you come over and light it for me?"

Lockhart's expression also froze along with the mud on his face.

He didn't expect that he could even forget the most basic fire-making spell.

"Uh... Well, I just liven up the atmosphere, haha..." Lockhart smiled awkwardly and put away his wand, "You know, as a quality star, I am the most popular person .How could I do it with my fans?"

"I remember you said you were an author just now, why are you a star again?" Dracula asked with a half-smile.

"You don't understand, there is a difference between an author who hits the streets and an author who is a master!" Lockhart seemed to have regained some confidence, puffed up his chest, and straightened his luxurious robes, "And those stars who sing and act in the magic world None of them have any cultural literacy, unlike a wizard with connotations like me who can write books to improve everyone's knowledge!"

"By the way, can I go?"

As he asked, he moved his feet, thinking about sneaking away from Dracula.

However, the next moment, the air suddenly turned cold, as if returning to the coldest days of winter, Lockhart was shivering from the cold.

"Did I let you go?" Dracula's expression suddenly turned cold.

The water of the Black Lake quietly filled the island at some point, climbing up Lockhart's feet, freezing him on the muddy ground.

"Don't get excited, Professor Dracula!" Lockhart saw that the ice had spread to his chest, and he completely lost consciousness below his chest, and finally showed panic on his face, "I...I was wrong. Alright, please forgive me this time!"

"Tell me, how did you write the experiences in those books?" Dracula raised his hand, temporarily stopped the spread of the ice, and walked slowly to Lockhart's position.

"It's all my fault, Professor Dracula..." Lockhart said sadly, feeling his unconscious lower limbs, "but I'm all for writing books! If people don't think that I did all those things Yes, the sales of the book are too bad—”

"The reader will not want to read about a hideous old American wizard, though he freed a village from the scourge of werewolves. If his picture were on the cover, no one in the book would want to Open it! There is also the old witch who expelled the Wanlun Banshee, she is a mouth! Think about it..."

"I'm not interested in what you're talking about, nor in hearing how you account for what other people do." Dracula moved his fingers impatiently, and the firmness on Lockhart's body The ice climbed another inch, and he shut his mouth in shock.

"I just need you to tell me straight up, how did the book Sailing with the Vampire come to be?"

"So you are interested in that book? That book is the same, the protagonist in the story is just an old man who hides in the deep mountains and old forests to grow vegetables, no one will be interested in him at all!" Lockhart Didn't understand Dracula's problem, just kept complaining and shirking responsibility.

"You have to be considerate of me, Professor Dracula. My job is actually not as easy as everyone thinks-I have to track down these people, ask them how they can do those things, and then I have to give They cast a forgetting charm to make them forget about it."

"In order to be famous, I have worked so hard! I believe that you, as a professor at Hogwarts, must be an upright and good person. I have nothing to say about being caught by someone like you, but please pity me! Pity me for my hard work, let me go back!"

After speaking a long paragraph, he let out a weak breath and looked at Dracula with expectant eyes.Because of his inherent impression, he still didn't believe that the professors at Hogwarts would do him any harm.

However, he only saw careless indifference.

The next moment, the ice completely covered Lockhart's entire body, leaving only a head covered in mud exposed.

"Good guy? I think you may have misunderstood me." He raised the corners of his mouth indifferently, "If you don't know anything, then what's the use of me keeping your life?"

As Dracula's voice fell, the cold ice layer showed a tendency to move upward again.

"Wait...wait a minute, I'm still useful, I'm really still useful!" Lockhart felt the threat of his life, and shouted in panic, "I can know, I can know everything!"

Only at this time did he finally realize that the Defense Against the Dark Arts professors in front of him were different from the upright and kind-hearted Hogwarts professors in his impression!

This Professor Dracula didn't seem to care about the rules of the magic world at all, he would do it as soon as he said it, and if it fell into his hands, Lockhart knew that he would really lose his life!

The bitterly cold ice stopped.

"I'll give you one last chance." Dracula's voice was very soft, but there was a kind of creepy coldness, "Tell me, what use are you to me?"

"I...I can find the memory of the old man who walked with vampires..." Lockhart swallowed, but the saliva turned into ice balls before swallowing, making his expression even more painful, "My memory Magic has always been excellent, if I think about it carefully, I will definitely be able to find the memory of that old man completely!"

"I hope so," Dracula said, "I'll give you a minute."

Lockhart tightly closed his eyes, his brows were furrowed, and his face was as pale as white paper.

And Dracula lay down comfortably on his back next to Lockhart's frozen icicle.

A wave formed by the lake surged up just right, slapping Dracula's back, and condensed into a beautifully curved piece of ice just when it was about to touch the black-red robe, which just supported Dracula's leaning body.

Dracula took out a goblet and a bottle of brightly colored red wine from his pocket, and savored them carefully.

……

1 minutes is fleeting.

Under the extremely strong desire to survive, Lockhart opened his eyes on time and dressed roughly. "Have you found his memory?" Dracula asked while leaning on the ice formed by the waves, taking a sip of the wine in the glass comfortably.

Lockhart nodded with difficulty.

"I remembered that the old man's name was Robert. He used to be an Auror captain in Serbia. After retiring, he no longer wanted to continue to experience the life of fighting with others, so he lived alone in the mountains and rivers with few people. a life of cultivating the land.”

He narrated--

Robert, a former Auror from Serbia, got tired of fighting after retiring, and lived in seclusion alone in a mountain forest. He had no heirs, relatives, or friends, so he thought he would die alone in the mountains.

Until one day, when he was working hard to cultivate the land, a wounded vampire broke into his secluded mountain forest.

Because of wizards' consistent prejudice against vampires, Robert took out a wand that he hadn't used for a long time from his pocket, and wanted to fight to the death with the unkind vampires.

However, the vampire had no desire to fight him, and just begged Robert to find him something to eat. He needed to replenish the energy that was in short supply in his body.

Tired of fighting, Robert granted his request and brought a large piece of lettuce from the warehouse.This is a crop he has just picked. There are so many crops that he can't eat them all.

One by one the vampires gnawed at the lettuce.But his injury was too severe, and the blood in his body was almost exhausted long ago, so he couldn't rely on anything other than fresh blood to replenish enough energy.

Robert was surprised and asked him why he didn't try to drink his own blood to make up for the lack of energy.

However, the vampire flatly denied his idea.

After the vampire's narration, Robert learned that his name was Tesla and he was a senior vampire.

Tesla said that their high-level vampires can control the urge to suck blood and will not be as crazy as those low-level vampires.He also said that what the leader of the vampire clan looks down on most is the idiot who can't control his desire to eat, sucks human blood everywhere, and ruins the reputation of the vampire clan.

He said that those vampires only deserved to be classified as beasts, not as vampires.

Robert was very surprised by this, and because of such a principled vampire, his desire for adventure arose again, and he wanted to personally escort Tesla back to his home.

However, Robert, who was old and hadn't used a wand for a long time, had long forgotten how to apparate, so he could only take Tesla on his canoe, and stored a large amount of lettuce in the cabin for supplies.

One person and one vampire drifted together on the Danube, heading from Serbia to Romania.

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"This is the story of "Traveling with the Vampire"." Lockhart said, "Tesla later became Robert's only friend, but because of their different races, the two were not very close, so I seized the opportunity tampered with Robert's memory..."

Lockhart is indeed a well-known writer. His ability to tell stories is very good, and it is easy for Dracula to understand the friendship between wizards and vampires across races.

However, Lockhart's approach made Dracula very dissatisfied.

It was not easy for the blood race to have such a principled and bottom-line vampire, but the memory of such a high-quality vampire friend was tampered with by Lockhart, and he no longer remembered his only friend...

"Actually, according to Robert's living habit of living in seclusion in the mountains, even if you don't tamper with his memory, he has no chance to find out that you have embezzled his experience." Dracula said softly, "What's more, he hates fighting with others. , even if I found out, I’m afraid I won’t complain to you.”

"So why do you want him to forget his only friend?"

Lockhart saw that Dracula's face was dark and frightening.

"I... I was also guarding against the one-in-a-million possibility!" Lockhart hurriedly argued, "Professor Dracula, please be considerate of me! As a celebrity, even the slightest mistake will be punished." Magnified countless times, those fans who don't pay attention will abandon me because of these trivial things!"

Dracula straightened up from the ice, walked to Lockhart's side, and sneered indifferently.

The next moment, a dark full moon suddenly appeared beside the two of them.

The icicle that wrapped Lockhart was shattered, and De Gullah grabbed him by the collar, picked him up like a chicken, and walked into the dark moonlight.

Lockhart closed his eyes in horror.

When his eyes opened again, the two had already appeared in the sky.He saw a clear blue river, flowing quietly among the well-arranged earthen houses and green trees, and rippled in layers under the gentle breeze and the light of the sun.

From a distance, the river looks like a blue ribbon, decorated with dark green gemstones.

"This is... the Danube?" Lockhart's eyes widened in disbelief, not understanding how Dracula could reach the Danube in the east from almost the westernmost side of Europe in an instant.

"Keep your eyes open and tell me which forest Robert lives in at any time." Because he hated the sunlight in the sky, Dracula's irritated voice sounded in Lockhart's ear.

Immediately, a huge shadow enveloped Lockhart's head, making his vision dark.

He turned his head with difficulty, and was horrified to see a pair of huge wings propped up by many sharp bony spurs spread out behind Dracula, very much like the wings of a legendary demon!

Lockhart opened his mouth wide, almost blurting out the words on his mind, but choked them in his throat at the last moment.

He is a vampire!

The Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts is a vampire!

Thinking of what he did to his vampire friend Robert, Lockhart's heart was beating wildly, and he thought that he might be in danger.

Dracula's speed was extremely fast, and the towns passing below turned into phantoms, which could not be clearly identified at all. Only the wide and long mountains could move backward at a steady speed.

"Have you found where Robert hides?"

The indifferent voice passed through the howling wind and rang in Lockhart's ears with precision.

Lockhart shuddered all over, and casually pointed to a hill.

Dracula glanced at him, then grabbed his collar, and smashed towards the hill like a meteorite, the loud sound of breaking wind even spread to the small town dozens of miles away.

Before landing, just when Lockhart thought he was going to be smashed into minced meat, Dracula's speed suddenly slowed down, and the huge gap between movement and stillness almost scared Lockhart into a heart attack.

"Come down and show the way, Mr. Star." Dracula retracted the wings on his back as if nothing had happened, and threw Lockhart on the ground, "Where is the place where Robert lives in seclusion?"

Lockhart was lying on the ground trembling all over, wearing a heavy mouth, and it took a long time for him to shake his hands and slowly point to his right.

"It's...it's over there, you should be able to see it by walking a few steps forward..." He said weakly, "I...I can't do it anymore, I need to rest for a while..."

Dracula took a few steps in the direction of his finger and looked down the hill.

The moment he turned around, Lockhart seemed to be a different person, no longer trembling, and his face was not as pale as before.

He took out his wand decisively and pointed at Dracula, whose back was turned to him.

"Obliviate!" Lockhart yelled.

This is the only spell he is good at, and it is also the spell that he is far beyond the level of ordinary wizards.

For his own life and future, he is bound to win!

The next moment, he saw Dracula suddenly turn around, his wine-red eyes shining with a breathtaking brilliance...

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