Hogwarts vampire professor

Looking at the extremely handsome black-haired young man in front of him, Snape's penis suddenly shrank.

He clearly remembered that he had seen this face before - just last school year, in the restricted area where the Philosopher's Stone was stored, Voldemort used this face to first meet him.

Snape frowned and looked at Voldemort with inquiring eyes.

"Don't be nervous, Severus." Voldemort saw Snape's expression and chuckled, then turned his attention to the many Death Eaters present, "Let me introduce to you, this is a clone I made. You can completely trust him!"

Hearing Voldemort describe himself as a "double", Tom Riddle, who was born from the Horcrux diary, had a slightly displeased expression on his face, but he did not refute it.

"I'm asking you, why did you start to think about taking action against Azkaban when the Death Eaters' power was far from restored?" He said coldly, his cold tone was exactly the same as Voldemort's, "Don't you know the consequences of exposing the restored Death Eater power to the entire magical world?"

"How did you talk to your creator?" Voldemort's expression also turned cold.

Even though he was angry inside, he was still very cautious.

Voldemort did not think that his group of Death Eaters could know such high-end and secret dark magic as Horcruxes. But just in case, in order to prevent overly smart subordinates from guessing that Riddle's mind was born from a Horcrux, he did not use "main soul" to describe himself to Riddle, but chose to use "creator" Such ambiguous vocabulary.

"You only have a very small part of my memory, and I have to say that you are still too young now." Voldemort stared into Riddle's eyes and said softly, "Do you think I don't know the consequences of doing this? You Do you think I don’t know that this will expose the fact of my return to the eyes of the magical world?”

As he spoke, he glanced at the many Death Eaters gathered around the long table, "Listen carefully, I have thought clearly about the attack on Azkaban. It will definitely do more good than harm to us. !”

"Yes, attacking Azkaban will indeed expose the fact of our existence. This is why I need to arrange manpower at the Ministry of Magic. After rescuing our companions, Yaxley will cooperate with the leadership's propaganda at the Ministry of Magic. , identifying the attack on Azkaban as an accident caused by a dementor uprising!"

"Everyone here knows very well what kind of person the current Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, is, right?" he asked with a sneer.

"Fudge is just a stupid, self-righteous, short-sighted idiot!" Yaxley, sitting first on the left, leaned back in his chair and laughed contemptuously.

"I agree with Yaxley on this point, Fudge is a waste that has accomplished nothing!" Lucius tapped the ground with his cane and smiled disdainfully.

Most of the other Death Eaters gave their own evaluations with disdain.

After talking about it all, Fudge didn't have a few positive comments at all. The Death Eaters here basically said that Fudge was a fool and a waste!

"It seems that everyone is well aware of the fact that Cornelius Fudge is stupid." Voldemort pressed his left hand falsely, making everyone's voices quiet down. "He is timid and afraid of trouble. He is obsessed with stability and peace and does not want his hard-earned position. There is an unstable situation.”

"So I dare say that as long as we operate properly in the Ministry of Magic, Fudge himself can cover the eyes of the wizarding world and deny the fact that I have returned!"

Diary Riddle looked at Voldemort's ugly, twisted face with a thoughtful expression.

"But who can Cornelius Fudge hide such big news as Azkaban being breached?" He suddenly asked, "As long as they are not those lowly losers, they have some channels in the magical world. A wizard can easily find out the truth, or at least part of the truth. We will still be exposed to the eyes of others."

"Wake up, young boy." Voldemort looked at Riddle with scarlet eyes and said in a low voice, "We have actually been exposed a long time ago. Whether it is Dumbledore or Dracula, they actually know about our return. , and the only ones we need to pay attention to are the two of them!"

"As for other trash, whatever they think! As long as the broadest group of people are kept in the dark and this action is not allowed to trigger a large-scale response in the magic world, then our next development plan will never be disrupted. "

"Dumbledore, Dracula... don't rush, I have plenty of time to have some fun with you!"

Thinking of the threats brought to him by Dumbledore and Dracula, Voldemort's deformed fingers like spider legs pinched the armrest of the seat fiercely, with an extremely cold expression.

With a "bang", the armrest of the seat was crushed to pieces by him.

Riddle glanced at the armrest that was blown into powder, but his expression remained unchanged.

"What you said makes sense." He continued and asked, "But have you ever thought about how, with the power of these few people here, we can break Azkaban under the influence of countless dementors? sealed, and then successfully rescued those comrades in prison?"

Voldemort laughed lightly at his question.

"To be worried about something like Dementors, it seems you still know too little." He said nonchalantly, "Dark species like Dementors can be used to my advantage, and we don't need to feel guilty because of them. Worry."

"Do you know why? Because we can bring them something that the Ministry of Magic cannot give them. If they choose one of the conditions given by the Death Eaters and the Ministry of Magic, they will definitely choose our side!"

After all, the Horcrux diary only recorded Voldemort's memories before he was sixteen years old. Riddle, who was born in the diary, had no way of knowing what Voldemort had done after that.

He didn't know that after Voldemort graduated, he personally went to the area around Azkaban and conducted in-depth research on Dementors, a species that is considered weird even in the magical world. He even once used this "non-existent" form to transform the species. His own body, and through the form of a dementor, he learned how to fly in the form of black mist.

For normal wizards, when seeing monsters like Dementors that feed on happiness, they often feel uncomfortable, even depressed and desperate.

But Voldemort got along very well with the Dementors.

Because dementors can only make a living by identifying the emotions of wizards and sucking their happiness. The emotions of these weird species are chaotic, and they will only hurt others.

However, Voldemort is the product of aphrodisiacs and is a human being without any emotions. Dementors cannot find a trace of positive emotions in Voldemort's mind.

Because of this, the Dementors had absolutely no way to deal with Voldemort.

In the process of studying Dementors around Azkaban, the young Voldemort discovered that the Ministry of Magic did not really control the Dementors as a species. They only established a hasty cooperative relationship with the Dementors——

The Ministry of Magic continuously sends prisoners to Azkaban, and the Dementors suck the happiness out of the prisoners' hearts, and by the way help the wizards, or rather help themselves, guard those delicious "meals" to prevent them from escaping.

Voldemort soon realized that this partnership was extremely thin and fragile.

If Voldemort one day establishes his own political power and can allow the Dementors to not only operate within the confines of Azkaban, but to allow them to suck the happiness of residents around the world at will, then these monsters will inevitably abandon the Ministry of Magic. jurisdiction, and turned to Voldemort's command.

Although Voldemort's power is far from being restored, and he has not yet established a dark regime of his own, there is still no problem in simply negotiating with the dementors.

Even if the Dementors arouse the suspicion of the Ministry of Magic because of their negligence, they will not lose anything at all.

This is because the hard-working and free labor force of Dementors is really a rare good thing! If the Ministry of Magic does not want to increase its expenditure on guarding prisoners every year, they will have to choose to continue using dementors to serve the Ministry of Magic.

"If some powerful ministers are in office, you may need to worry a little bit whether the work of dementors will be banned by the Ministry of Magic." Voldemort sneered in his heart, "But now that good-for-nothing Fudge has become the Minister of Magic. That A coward who is just willing to retreat will obviously not have the courage to ban the Dementors!"

Thinking of this, Voldemort no longer had any worries about attacking Azkaban. He turned his head and waved casually to the Death Eaters surrounding the long table.

"You can go and complete the tasks I assigned at this meeting." He said, "If anyone fails to complete the task, you know the consequences."

In the living room of Malfoy Manor, the Death Eaters stood up from their seats one after another, bowed respectfully to Voldemort, and then apparated out of the living room.

Like Lucius, the Death Eaters who lived in Malfoy Manor also carefully walked out of the living room, leaving the space to the Dark Lord and his rebellious clone...

Soon, Voldemort and Riddle were the only two people left in the spacious living room.

"Actually, you came just in time. If I get something like that, I will be completely sure of breaking through Azkaban!" Voldemort suppressed the heat in his eyes and looked at Riddle and asked, "Bring me what I want." come yet?"

Under Voldemort's blazing eyes, Riddle's handsome face changed color slightly, and then he shook his head heavily.

"What did you say--?!"

Voldemort's fiery eyes instantly turned cold, his scarlet eyes flashing with bloodthirsty light, "Half a year! It's been half a year since I left you at Hogwarts, and you're not even a first-year wizard." Can’t even collect the blood?!”

He stood up, took a step forward, and put his wand on Riddle's forehead.

"You should know, right? My memory? With Potter's blood, I can restore my peak strength. This will be of great benefit to you and me!" Voldemort said coldly, "But you Why are you unwilling to try your best to do this? Do you really think that I have nothing to do with my own Horcrux? "

"I've tried my best." Riddle's mood didn't change much. He looked at his main soul who was near Chi Chi and told him about his work one by one. "When I was at Hogwarts, there was Deng. I can't blatantly take Harry Potter's blood under the care of Bledo and Dracula."

"So I wrote Harry's name on the title page of the diary, lurked beside him, and gradually gained Harry's trust by talking to him and tutoring him in his homework. And I also successfully found him alone. When you are alone and completely unsuspecting."

"But what I didn't expect was that there was a powerful guardian magic in Harry's blood that could restrain us. I couldn't collect his blood by normal means, so I had to find other methods."

Voldemort released the wand on Riddle's forehead and frowned without any eyebrows.

"Is this really the case? I have thought of it a long time ago. When I was possessed by Quirinus Quirrell, Quirrell could not touch Potter's skin with his body. This is because of the effect of this protective magic! "He said viciously, "Lily Potter left a magic specifically for me in Harry Potter's blood!"

"Is this why you would rather gain strength later and use Potter's blood to restore your body?" Riddle asked.

"Of course." Voldemort laughed sinisterly, "I'm really looking forward to it. I must appreciate it at the next moment. When Potter sees that the protective magic his mother exchanged with her life actually flows on his enemy, What an expression it would be.”

"I understand." Riddle lowered his head and said softly, "I will get it for you as soon as possible."

"Even if you can't directly take Potter's blood, can't you use the Imperius Curse to control him and send him directly to me?" Voldemort was not ready to let Riddle go and asked coldly. , "You should have many opportunities to do this during those two months of summer vacation, right?"

"I tried." Riddle said nonchalantly, "But Harry has an amulet made by Dracula, and almost all black magic will be absorbed by it. With a diary like me that doesn't have much magic left, , there is no way to break Dracula’s amulet.”

It's actually quite ironic to say that originally this amulet was most likely to be obtained by Hermione who had excellent grades.

In this way, Harry would be easily controlled by Riddle's Imperius Curse without the amulet. Maybe Voldemort would have obtained Harry's blood and completely restored his body.

However, in order to gain Harry's trust, Riddle patiently explained various issues of Defense Against the Dark Arts to him, and Harry was indeed very talented in Defense Against the Dark Arts.

So, under everyone's surprised eyes, Harry surpassed Hermione in one fell swoop, won the first place in the Defense Against the Dark Arts final exam, and successfully obtained the amulet made by Professor Dracula himself.

It is also because of this amulet that Riddle can no longer control Harry with the Imperius Curse.

"I didn't expect you to be so useless!" Voldemort slammed his hand on the long table, and a crack suddenly appeared on the smooth tabletop. "I'll give you another month and a half, and when the bell rings on Halloween, Before, I had to see Harry's blood in front of me!"

After saying these words fiercely, Voldemort turned around and left the spacious living room of Malfoy Manor without looking back.

He was afraid that he would be unable to resist destroying this useless memory in the next second!

Watching Riddle leave the living room, Riddle couldn't help but let out a long breath and relaxed his tense body.

He was taking a big risk by coming here to attend the Death Eater meeting.

Riddle absorbed the Horcrux diadem that Voldemort had left in the Room of Requirement. Today, his soul power is several times stronger than when he was first found by Voldemort from Malfoy's house.

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But if he chooses not to attend the meeting because he is afraid of being discovered, Voldemort will immediately become suspicious of him——

Even if Voldemort didn't believe that a Horcrux would betray him, he would at least have some doubts about whether he could completely control such a Horcrux that had developed self-awareness.

Fortunately, Voldemort didn't seem to notice his problem.

I don't know if it was because Voldemort was overconfident and didn't pay too much attention to him; or because Riddle's special characteristics made him hide it well, making Voldemort think that this was the normal power level of a Horcrux that had awakened its self-awareness.

In short, Riddle is still alive and well now, and the rich soul origin from the two Horcruxes in his body has not been absorbed by his main soul.

"Do you want me to collect the blood before Halloween?" Putting aside his worries about his life safety, Riddle began to think about Voldemort's intention to attack Azkaban, "Could it be that... he wants to attack on Halloween? Azkaban?"

Riddle knew that from the sunset on Halloween to the sunrise of Halloween the next day, this complete night would be the time when the atmosphere of black magic in the entire magical world is strongest.

At this time when the atmosphere of black magic is extremely strong, Voldemort's resurrection using black magic rituals will be more successful; not only that, such a night will also be the time when the dementors are most active.

If Voldemort can really negotiate with the Dementors, a rescue on Halloween will be the most difficult time for the Ministry of Magic's wizards to resist.

"But it's not just dark wizards and dementors who can thrive in the strong atmosphere of black magic..." A trace of worry appeared in Riddle's eyes, and he said to himself, "On such a night, there are also vampires His home court, right?”

He thought of Dracula, who was surrounded by dark power, and thought about it carefully for a moment, but he no longer had the idea of ​​warning Voldemort about this matter.

The next moment, Riddle disappeared from the spot together with the diary in his hand.

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