Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

The tan wand rose and fell gracefully, and finally pointed at the bat hanging upside down by the fireplace.

"Heart-breaking." Voldemort muttered silently in his heart.

The magic was activated, and the bat immediately screamed and fell down, struggling on the purple and black floor.

Big Shulek twitched the corners of his eyes, and Little Shulek and Xueni looked even more frightened.

Only Daenerys looked at Voldemort with admiration.

"Mother's blood feast may be ready, maybe we go to the hall..."

"No."

Voldemort objected with a low voice, and at the same time, the "dead" alder wand in his hand was still shaking - he was taking advantage of the period of time before the [Darkest Hour] completely retreated to enjoy black magic.

The room fell into silence again, with only the sound of the bat's painful struggle echoing throughout the room.

"Schurek, we were friends before I was called the Dark Lord."

Voldemort suddenly spoke, causing several vampires to look at him.

"I don't have a lot of friends, but I don't mind."

"In today's world, friends do the same things as enemies."

The remaining darkness in Voldemort's eyes shone with a terrifying light.

Accompanying his low words were the shrill chirps of bats.

"Your behavior today deeply hurt me..."

"Dark Lord, please listen to me..."

"stop."

Voldemort's low and stern scolding stopped Big Shulek's explanation, "I'm just stating a fact. I just want to tell you that you were once my friend. As for the future, let's talk about it later."

After saying that, before the [Darkest Hour] faded away, Voldemort waved his wand again.

"Avada Kedavra~~"

Green light shot out, the bat stopped struggling, and Voldemort slowly closed his eyes, realizing the power of black magic.

After a long time, he opened his eyes and looked at Xueni - this gaze shocked everyone.

"Everything is forgotten."

After hearing this spell, everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief.

…

In the main hall of the castle, the large hall is divided into two by a long table.

Several important figures from the original faction were present, and Voldemort, who had taken off his turban, was placed in a seat representing dignity.

"This is the appetizer blood I specially prepared for you. It tastes extraordinarily sweet."

The countess waved, and the blood slave on the side dragged the plate to Voldemort's side.

On the plate, a simple copper wine cup contained light silver blood.

"Thank you for your hospitality, countess."

Voldemort's eyes were full of greed. He gently picked up the wine glass and drank it in one gulp.

The silver-white liquid slid into the mouth like mercury. It had no smell of blood, but was filled with fragrance.

There was a sound of swallowing on the long table, because only Voldemort had this cup of blood, and no one else had it.

"Is unicorn blood so delicious?"

After closing his eyes for a long time and feeling his soul energy being replenished, Voldemort opened his eyes and asked.

"No, only the blood of a three-year-old unicorn can be so sweet."

Regret appeared on the face of the countess, "It's a pity that it's not suitable to collect too much blood from a unicorn at this age. Otherwise, when she reaches adulthood, the blood will taste unusually rough."

Voldemort smiled and nodded, but he didn't care in his heart.

He is not a vampire, so he doesn't pay much attention to drinking blood.

"Next is the pure blood, derived from the mermaid Neil."

The countess waved again and this time everyone had a drink.

But Voldemort frowned. The mermaids in his memory were not very good-looking.

As if she had read through his thoughts, the Countess immediately explained: "Neil comes from warm waters. His appearance is not ugly. You know, I reject the blood of all ugly creatures."

"Appearance is justice. On this point, I am fortunate to agree with the Countess."

Voldemort said, raised his glass, signaled to everyone, and drank it in one gulp.

The warm blood is not as fragrant as the last one, but it is also quite mellow.

Voldemort felt it, and it did little to help the soul.

"The third is thick blood, which comes from harpies. The taste is a bit strong. If you don't like it, you can just taste the next cup." The countess said softly while the blood slaves were applying blood.

"As you wish, I can try."

Voldemort smiled, raised his cup, and drank.

It was very choking and the smell of blood was very strong, which made him frown and decided not to drink this kind of thick blood again.

"Next is the secondary blood. In view of your condition, I specially prepared the blood of an adult unicorn, which comes from the thirteen-year-old Sinai."

Following the Countess' introduction, the blood slave once again brought silver blood.

Very thoughtfully, Voldemort's cup is much larger than everyone else's, because he really needs the unicorn's blood more.

"That is very kind of you, thank you Madam and Count for your hospitality."

Voldemort once again showed greed in his eyes, and he drank it without hesitation, and then even let out a long sigh of relief - compared to the blood of a young unicorn, the blood of an adult unicorn is more beneficial to his soul. help.

"The final main blood still belongs to Unicorn, and it is the old blood we collected."

The countess stood up, took a cup of dark silver blood herself, and walked towards him.

Voldemort politely stood up to greet her and waited for her introduction.

"The blood belongs to a deceased unicorn king. It is different from other ordinary unicorn blood. Even if it leaves the body of the beast king, this blood still has strong vitality. Coupled with the preservation of the blood clan's secret method, its effectiveness is not weaker than before."

The countess said, raising the glass and passing it to Voldemort.

“I can’t wait to taste it.”

Voldemort took it with a smile and looked at the dark silver blood in the cup. The majestic vitality rushed towards his face, but he was not in a hurry to drink it.

"I'm curious, what exactly is the curse of unicorn blood?" Voldemort asked softly, playing with the cup in his hand.

"Making the soul crippled, or in other words, darkening the soul."

The pale earl spoke and explained to Voldemort, "The moment its blood touches your lips, you stand on the opposite side of the divine, that's all, Jie Jie Jie..."

Following his weird laugh, other vampires also laughed weirdly.

They do have reason to laugh because none of them are divine, including Voldemort.

"So……"

Voldemort slowly raised his glass with a smile on his face, "Holy tribute?"

"Holiness."

A group of vampires followed suit, but the wine glasses in their hands did not contain old blood, but the blood of ordinary unicorns.

"Gudu, Gudu..."

A large glass of old blood was swallowed by Voldemort, and then strong vitality emerged from his intestines and stomach, and warmth instantly spread throughout his body.

The blood of the Unicorn King is indeed different.

"It's just... this curse is also very powerful."

Voldemort murmured, frowning slightly.

At this time, the unicorn's curse was almost equivalent to overflowing vitality, filling his whole body.

Anyone with a little knowledge can tell from the overflowing curse power that he has drank the blood of a unicorn.

"In a few days, the power of the curse will weaken, don't worry." said the earl.

"But I'm going to see Dumbledore in a few days."

Voldemort's words made all the vampires' jaws drop in shock.

Vampires: The Dark Lord... This joke is not funny at all.

Ask for votes.