Professor The Vampire Earl of Hogwarts

Regulus put his hand on the ancient doorbell.

"Jingle Bell--"

A harsh bell rang, instantly breaking the surrounding silence.

Suddenly there was a scary-sounding cry from inside the door, which could not be heard clearly through the door, but it could be vaguely heard that it was mixed with a lot of insulting and cursing words.

Hearing this voice, Regulus seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

"It sounds like my mother's voice." He glanced at Dracula and explained with some embarrassment, "Because I don't have a wand and have lost my magic power, so I can only ask my family to open the door for me."

Dracula nodded, and stood at the door with Regulus waiting.

Yet no one opened the door for them.

The shouting in the room gradually became noisy, as if the voices of many people were superimposed together, noisy, and countless harsh words came from those voices.

Regulus' face gradually changed, becoming paler than before.

Dracula glanced at him, and realized that the situation seemed to be different from Regulus' original expectation, so he raised his hand and snapped his fingers lightly.

The door opened quietly——

What unfolded in front of the two of them was an almost pitch-black hallway.There was a damp, dusty smell, and a sweet, rotten smell.

It feels like an empty house that has been abandoned for a long time.

Regulus took a few steps to the side.Even in this darkness, relying on the habits he had developed over the years during his lifetime, he easily found the switch for the gas light in the room.

With a rustling sound, a bank of old-fashioned gas lamps lit up on the wall, casting a dangling, unreal light on the long, gloomy hallway, on the peeling wallpaper and On the carpet that was threaded.

There is a cobweb-shaped chandelier above the head with a little light, and the branches of the chandelier above the head and the candlesticks placed on a rickety table next to it are all made into the shape of a big snake, which seems to be showing the cloth. The identity of the Slytherins of the Clan family.

On the wall next to it hung crookedly some portraits blackened with age.At this time, all the portraits woke up, and those noisy shouts came from the mouths of these portraits...

The whole house is empty!

"Did that naughty son of mine finally escape?"

Hanging beside a moth-eaten and moldy curtain was a gigantic portrait of an old lady in a black pointed hat, yelling angrily.

It was also she who woke up the other portraits around her, making them shout with her.

"That pure-blood shame, the dirty traitor, the scum of the family, is he finally willing to go home?" the old lady shouted, "I'd rather he die in Azkaban!"

After seeing the portrait of the old lady, Regulus didn't even hear what she said, lost control of his emotions for a moment, trembling and walked under her portrait.

The old lady's original scolding voice suddenly fell silent.

With an incredulous expression on her face, she stared blankly at Regulus who was walking step by step from the door.

"Is it really you... Regulus... my good son?" Her original intense emotions seemed to be wiped out in an instant, as if she had changed from a scolding old lady to a gentle mother.

"It's me." Regulus broke down in tears, "I'm back, mother!"

The other portraits around them also gradually quieted down, staring blankly at the scene in front of them.

Not noticed by the portrait, Dracula came in from the corner of the corridor, looking curiously at the portraits all over the wall.He saw that Walburga Black was written on the portrait of the old lady.

"You... you not dead, Regulus?" said Mrs. Walburga Black. "Kreacher said you died in the Dark Lord's cave. You don't know how sad I was!"

"Did you know? Your father Orion passed away not long after you left. And your rebellious and shameful brother never came back! Well, his pure-blooded traitor doesn't deserve to come back. The house handed down by Black ancestors!"

She laughed maniacally, but her eyes turned dark again.

"Then I'm the only one left in this family... Regulus, after so many years, why haven't you come home to take a look?"

Regulus looked at his mother sadly, hesitated for a long time, and finally said:

"I'm dead, mother. I was made into a corpse by the magic of the Dark Lord, and my memory was not restored by Mr. Dracula until yesterday."

"Oh! Merlin's beard!" Walburga covered his mouth, "You...you mean..."

"I'm no longer a wizard, mother." Regulus said, "I'm just the most lowly infernal corpse now. In fact, I'm no longer worthy of returning to this family..."

"You turned into a ghost?!" A portrait of the older Black family suddenly said, "You have become a disgrace to the Black family! This dirty species, the stain of blood, no Will be allowed into the Black family home!

"

His words made Regulus' face extremely ugly, and his heart was extremely heavy. He turned around and was about to leave the house that made him sad.

Just then Walburga Black spoke.

"Shut up!" she yelled angrily at the stubborn old portrait. "This is my son! I don't care what he becomes, he's my son anyway!"

Regulus stopped in his footsteps, his eyes became bright.

He couldn't believe that the mother who valued the purity of blood and cared so much about family glory would say such a thing.She admitted a son who had turned into an infernal corpse!

"Regulus, stay at home." Walburga said loudly to Regulus, "This will always be your home, no matter what you become. After you and your father left, a The years people have stayed here are enough to make me think about this matter clearly!"

"Okay." Regulus turned around, bloody tears filled his eyes again.

However, more elders of the Black family stood up and jointly accused Walburga of violating the ancestral precepts.

And Walburga also showed her swearing momentum, suppressing a group of old guys from the Black family by herself, fighting with the Confucian scholars, scolding them indistinguishably from east to west.

Dracula watched this scene with a chuckle, and said to a portrait hiding in a corner watching the excitement.

"The portraits of your family are very dynamic, Principal Black."

"Ah...Actually, they are not always so unqualified, Mr. Earl." Phineas Black with thin eyebrows and a goatee smiled awkwardly, "It's just that I saw little Regulus come back today That's what made them a little emotional."

Phineas Black is embarrassing right now.

He was dozing off in the principal's office, but he suddenly sensed some commotion in Black's ancestral house, and wanted to come and see the excitement.Who knew that when he first arrived, he saw two groups of people yelling at each other and greeting each other's family...

Moreover, these portraits seemed to have never occurred to them for a while. They all came from one family, and the family members who greeted them were all their own family members...

What made Principal Black even more embarrassed was that he also met the powerful Count Dracula who was a frequent visitor to the principal's office here!

Now all the ugliness of the family is exposed...

"Let them quarrel first, Mr. Black." Dracula listened to these portraits arguing for half an hour, and when he got tired of listening to it, he walked over to Regulus who was stunned, and patted him. shoulder, "We have other things to do, don't forget Voldemort's Horcrux."

Regulus woke up suddenly, hurriedly left the noisy corridor, and led Dracula towards the stairs leading to the second floor.

Walk past the long, worm-holed curtains on both sides of the portrait, around a large umbrella stand that looks like it was made from a broken leg of a troll, and then to the dark stairway.Going up the dark stairs, there is a row of crumpled heads on the plaque on the wall beside the stairs.Dracula glanced at those heads indifferently, and couldn't help frowning——

They were the heads of house elves, and they all had the same distinctive big nose.

"Are these heads... all house elves who once served your family?" Dracula's face darkened.

Regulus' expression froze for a moment.

"Yes, they used to be house elves who served the Black family all their lives, and their heads were chopped off after death." He explained with some embarrassment, "It was passed down from the generation of the great-grandmother Eladora. Bad habits, most of them are left by the old guys who are fighting with my mother."

"Tsk, the house elves have dedicated their lives to you wizards, but they ended up like this." Dracula said mockingly, "It seems that the decline of pure-blood families in the magic world is not without reason."

Dracula has always believed that the existence of the house-elf race is deformed.

This race clearly possesses not low intelligence and not weak magical ability, but it relies on wizards all their lives, and regards serving wizards as the value of life.

Such a race deserves at least the most basic respect from wizards.

"Actually, we have been working hard to change these bad habits, but time hasn't given us more opportunities." Regulus said softly, "In my mother's generation, she has always gotten along well with Kreacher, so it doesn't matter. In favor of beheading house-elves."

"However, these heads left by the previous people are permanently glued to the wall, and there is no way for us descendants to take them down."

He looked at the neat row of house elf heads in front of him, and sighed deeply.

"Permanent sticking spell, isn't it?" Dracula looked at the wall next to him and raised the corners of his mouth coldly.

The next moment, his fingernails stretched, and he pointed to a knife, and suddenly swung his left hand.

A sharp invisible light blade cut across the wall in an instant, cutting off the heads of the row of house elves together with the entire outer layer of the wall.

"Reparo (Reparo)."

Dracula waved his hand casually, and repaired the wall he had destroyed.

"Okay, here are the heads of these house elves." He placed the long slab that he had cut off on the stairs leading to the second floor, and said to Regulus, "When you have Remember to bury them when you are empty, and let them rest in the ground."

Regulus stared dumbfounded at Dracula's flowing movements, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses.

"I see, Mr. Dracula." He nodded.

After dealing with the house elf's head on the wall, the two came to the living room on the second floor.

The living room on the second floor of the Black home was a mess, full of dust, cobwebs, and mold.Still, one can vaguely tell from the layout that at least it was once ornate and refined.

There is a large, dirty window in the living room that overlooks the street in front of the house.A large fireplace with no flames for a long time is located in front of the living room, flanked by two ornate glass cabinets.

One wall of the living room is covered with a tapestry with a tree-like map drawn on it.

The tapestry looked very old and worn, and the color was dull. It seemed that foxes had bitten it badly in several places.Still, the gold thread embroidered on it glistens—a sprawling family tree dating back to the Middle Ages.

Embroidered on the tapestry were large letters—Noble and Oldest of the Blacks Forever Pure.

"So this is your family tree?"

Dracula looked at this tapestry, and suddenly became interested, walked to the tapestry and looked at it carefully.

He has seen many celebrities from this family tree, even if he doesn't pay much attention to current events in the magic world, he can easily recognize them——

Near the top of the tapestry is the name of Phineas Nigellus, the most unpopular headmaster in Hogwarts history; near Headmaster Black's name is Araminta Meriver Ren, trying to force a Ministry of Magic law legalizing the killing of Muggles...

"There are quite a lot of celebrities in your family!" Dracula said with a chuckle, "But they don't seem to be good people."

"Because most of the 'good people' in the traditional sense don't recognize the family's ideals, they were all eliminated from the family tree in the end." Regulus said helplessly.

"Then your family is really interesting." Dracula laughed casually.

Afterwards, he pointed to a name at the bottom of the family tree - Regulus Arcturus.After the date of birth there is a date of death: 1979.

"The name is you, right?" Dracula asked.

Regulus looked at his name in a daze, looked at the date of death after the date of birth, and nodded slowly.

"Actually, I often thought that I was still the same Regulus Black before." He said softly, "I forgot that I have become a ghost, a stain of pure blood spurned by my ancestors .”

"If only their so-called 'pure blood' is not a stain, then the Black family would not be reduced to what it is now." Dracula chuckled, "I say, dark creatures and wizards There is no big difference, whether you can go to a higher height depends on your own choice."

"The four founders of Hogwarts can be said to be the most pure-blooded wizards, right? But Godric and the three of them never cared about the purity of their bloodlines, and even went so far as to let Muggle-born wizards enter the school to study. Salazar fell out."

"As for Salazar, the most admired founder of Slytherin in your family, he doesn't really care about the purity of the so-called bloodline. He refuses admission to young Muggle-born wizards, and he is just worried about Hogwarts. Concealment and safety."

Having said that, Dracula happily patted Regulus on the shoulder.

"So be a dark creature well, Mr. Black!"

"But after I became an infernal corpse, I couldn't even feel the existence of the magic power in my body." Regulus said with some confusion, "I don't know what to do in the future. Maybe I can only stay at home and be one of them." In the eyes of the traitor of blood..."

"It seems that you still don't trust my necromancy." Dracula raised the corner of his mouth and said to Regulus, "Don't worry. After all your organs are repaired, your blood will also be restored." When it is completed, the magic power will naturally be generated in your body again."

"Of course, there will still be some small differences - the magic power regenerated in your body will be transformed into a dark attribute. But you don't have to worry about this, right? The Black family has so many books on black magic!"

Regulus was a little stunned at first, and then showed a relieved smile.

At this moment, suddenly a house elf tremblingly walked into the living room on the second floor.

"Master Regulus...is that you?" He opened his eyes wide, rubbing his bloodshot and cloudy eyes in disbelief, and made a hoarse, low-pitched voice like a bullfrog.

Dracula looked away and saw a very old, ugly house-elf.

His head is bald, but there are a lot of white hairs growing out of his two big bat-like ears; except for a dirty rag around his thin waist, he is almost naked, and his bare skin is turned up countless times There seemed to be several times more wrinkles than his body actually needed.

Regulus smiled happily when he saw this ugly house elf.

"It's me." He said with a smile, "I'm back, Kreacher!"

Hearing Regulus' familiar yet unfamiliar voice, Kreacher could no longer control the emotions in his heart, and rushed to the young master he was thinking of, kneeling on the ground and hugging his legs.

"Woooooo, Master Regulus, you're finally back!"

He cried bitterly for a long time, until his mood calmed down a little, and he barely uttered the first complete sentence——

"Master Regulus, go and have a look, the wall on the other side of the stairs on the second floor has been demolished!" He said in a panic, "I still wanted to cut off my head and stick it on like my mother! But now I don't. Here's the chance!"

After hearing Kreacher's words, Dracula's face turned dark immediately.

Well, the house-elves are hopeless!

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