Hogwarts vampire professor

Just when Harry was still stunned and confused, a golden-red fire suddenly appeared in the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office, illuminating the dim atmosphere of the office.

"Oh? It seems we have guests coming."

Dracula raised the corners of his mouth and stepped towards the direction of the fire.

An old man with white hair and a long white beard that reached his waist strode out of the firelight.

His face was solemn and he asked straight to the point: "Professor Dracula, I heard Severus said that you took Harry Potter away?"

"You're much later than I expected, Dumbledore." Dracula chuckled and said to the old man, "Actually, I thought Snape would contact you earlier!"

Snape may have become addicted to scolding the little wizard at the Duel Club, or he subconsciously didn't think Dracula would hurt Harry Potter. He stood on the stage of the Duel Club and gave a long speech for a long time before finally Finally I remembered the incident of Harry being taken away.

So Snape used a special Patronus Charm to send the news to Dumbledore who was staying in the principal's office.

After Dumbledore received the news, in order to prevent any possible accidents from happening to Harry, who was extremely important to him, he immediately came to Dracula's office.

However, this time has been very generous.

It was enough for Dracula to detect the relationship between Harry and Slytherin, check out Harry's memories, and even pull out the diary Riddle that had been confusing Harry's mind from his arms.

"Actually, you came just in time, I have a surprise for you." Dracula showed an interesting smile, and then turned sideways, so that Riddle's figure appeared in Dumbledore's sight.

Even for a wise old man like Dumbledore, his expression became extremely stunned in an instant.

"Tom?" Dumbledore looked at the handsome black-haired young man in front of him in surprise, "You are..."

His eyes flashed rapidly, and his memory seemed to return to sixty years ago——

The handsome black-haired young man in front of me completely overlaps with the appearance of the amazingly talented Tom Riddle when he held the special contribution award to the school high!

"Long time no see, Professor Dumbledore." Riddle showed a flawless smile and bowed gracefully to Dumbledore, "My memory actually still stays at the time when I won the special contribution award to the school—— You were the only professor who questioned this at the time.”

"So you are the Tom from sixty years ago?" Dumbledore frowned, his sharp eyes seeming to penetrate the slightly illusory figure in front of him.

After a moment, he suddenly showed a look of understanding.

"So that's it..." Dumbledore nodded lightly, and then turned to look at Harry, who was full of doubts. "Harry, could you please go back to the Gryffindor common room to rest for a while? De and I Professor Gula has other things to discuss."

"But... I think this matter has a lot to do with me, Professor!" Harry said hurriedly.

Of course Harry didn't want to leave just like that. There are still many things he hasn't figured out yet, and there are many questions he hasn't asked yet. He is full of doubts about what happened today!

"When the time is right, I will explain it to you one by one, Harry." Dumbledore looked into Harry's eyes, his eyes still gentle, but extremely determined, "But now please go back. , okay? After going through so many things today, it’s time for you to take a good rest.”

Harry opened his mouth, wanting to tell the two professors that he was not tired at all and did not need to rest at all.

But looking at Dumbledore's increasingly tough eyes, he finally nodded silently, turned around and left the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office.

He left the blank diary in the office, lying quietly on the cold ground...

After Harry left, only Dracula, Dumbledore and Riddle were left here.

"You are the Horcrux that Tom made after killing Myrtle, right?" Dumbledore looked at Riddle first and asked in a deep voice.

"As expected, I still can't hide it from you, Professor Dumbledore." Riddle said softly, "I really want to know, is there really anything in this world that I can hide from you?"

"There are too many things that I don't know, Tom." Dumbledore slowly shook his head, "If it weren't for your behavior in Wu's Orphanage that gave me a preconceived impression and I have always been wary of you, I must be fooled by your performance like other professors."

"I'm really honored that the greatest wizard in the world said this!" Riddle's voice gradually became colder, "I really didn't expect that even after so many years, the greatest wizard in the world is still called Albus. Dumbledore."

"I originally thought that the 'I' outside would take your place in just a few years... However, not only did he fail to achieve this achievement, he actually lost in the hands of a baby!"

Listening to Riddle's cold words, Dracula raised his eyebrows slightly and asked with interest: "You seem to be very dissatisfied with your body, Mr. Riddle."

"Indeed, Mr. Dracula." Riddle looked at Dracula and gave him a meaningful look, "The 'I' outside not only failed to fulfill the wish he made when he was young, but even became more and more different. Stupid. He was completely overwhelmed by the power."

Dracula's expression became more intriguing, and the corners of his mouth raised an exaggerated arc.

"So what do you think, Mr. Riddle?" he asked.

"Professor Dracula!" Dumbledore's voice suddenly echoed through the entire office, interrupting the conversation between Dracula and Riddle, "I think it is my duty to remind you not to forget our most important purpose - —”

"Voldemort cannot be truly eliminated until all of Voldemort's Horcruxes are destroyed!"

Dumbledore looked at Riddle with sharp eyes, "Tom, I guess Voldemort must not only have your Horcrux, right?"

"It turns out that Professor Dumbledore also has things he doesn't know about." Riddle smiled and shrugged, "Of course, according to our thinking, a single Horcrux cannot be considered foolproof."

"As for how many Horcruxes he made...even I don't know. After all, I only have memories of Voldemort before he was sixteen."

"I understand." Dumbledore nodded slightly, "Thank you for the clues, Tom. I am also very happy to see you again without your face being distorted by black magic."

Then, he gently raised the wand, "But I'm sorry, Tom, you should have been able to guess it - as a Horcrux, there can only be such an ending..."

A wisp of crimson flame spurted out from the tip of Dumbledore's wand, burning violently in the air. In an instant, it expanded to the size of half the room, and rushed towards the blank diary on the ground.

"Dumbledore's signature firestorm?"

Feeling the air that instantly became scorching, Riddle gently closed his eyes, letting the flames penetrate his illusory body, and approached the direction of the diary.

He knew that he would not be able to escape from the hands of the most powerful wizard in the magic world, so he did not take any chances.

Riddle was waiting for the other guy to make a move.

'I have given all the hints, I hope it will arouse his interest...' he thought with his eyes closed.

For a long time, Riddle did not feel the pain of the diary being burned.

So he opened his eyes and saw two flames of different colors, but both extremely bright and magnificent, occupying almost the entire space of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office, confronting and competing with each other like separate courts.

On one side is a red color that is more viscous than magma, and the heat evaporating from it seems to be able to ignite the eyes of all the wizards present!

On the other side was Senbai, which was colder than bones. Although it was in the form of a flame, Riddle couldn't feel any heat from it. Instead, he felt that it had a bit of coldness that penetrated into the bone marrow!

The two flames touched each other anxiously, melting each other, refusing to give in to each other.

"Professor Dracula, have you really forgotten our most important purpose?" Dumbledore's voice came from the sticky red, and his voice was unprecedentedly serious, "Don't you want to do something for Ni Have you done your part to protect the safety of the Philosopher's Stone and his and Perenal's lives?!"

"Mr. Principal, I have always protected that old guy's magic stone, and I have never forgotten it." Dracula's dull voice rang out from the forest-white flames, "But I thought you had already understood that to destroy Voldemort It has never been my most important purpose..."

After a period of silence, the red flame suddenly began to shrink and dissipated in the blink of an eye.

Dumbledore's figure emerged from it, and a faint red light could be seen on the wand in his hand.

"I always thought that your attempt to find anything interesting in the world was based on a solid bottom line." He said in a deep voice, "Nico has always told me this. He told me that although you are a little cynical, you are Still have the firm principles of being a noble..."

"Professor Dracula, but I don't see any principle in your choice to protect Voldemort's Horcrux today!"

"Since you can't see it, why bother saying more? It's better to use your personal strength to decide what is right and what is wrong!" Dracula smiled evilly, "I have wanted to fight you a long time ago, Denbu. Lido. Let me see what kind of surprise the greatest wizard in the magic world can bring to me!"

The black and red cloak behind Dracula moved without any wind, and waves of dark breath emerged around him without reservation. Gradually, a dark moon quietly emerged in this office, cold and heavy.

Dumbledore's expression changed slightly, and then he sighed softly.

"Professor Dracula, I will not fight you here." He said softly, "Choose the battlefield inside Hogwarts Castle. Do you want to demolish the entire castle? Many students will be upset by this. Injured or even killed!"

After that, Fawkes the phoenix landed on Dumbledore's shoulders and gently spread its broad wings.

"I hope you won't regret what you did today, Professor Dracula." He gave Dracula a deep look and finally said.

The next moment, a golden-red flame enveloped Dumbledore's whole body, instantly taking him to the principal's office.

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In the principal's office, two other professors were already waiting there.

"Albus, have you started fighting with Professor Dracula?" Professor McGonagall asked very anxiously, "I clearly felt in the office on the second floor that there was an extremely strong noise coming from the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office. The magic power fluctuates! I came here to ask Severus and I found out that you just happened to go to Professor Dracula."

"What kind of conflict did you have, and you had to take action to resolve it?!"

Very rarely, Professor McGonagall hurried to the principal's office without even wearing a hat.

Compared to Professor McGonagall's anxiety, Snape's face looked more nervous, "Albus, why did you suddenly take action?"

"Tell me, did Dracula do something detrimental to Potter?!"

Looking at the nervous Professor McGonagall and Snape, Dumbledore suddenly laughed happily.

"Don't be nervous, Minerva, Severus." He said with a smile, "I did have a fight with Professor Dracula, but it was just a good show between the two of us!"

Dumbledore ruffled Fox's feathers and recalled what had just happened——

After learning that Harry had been taken away by Dracula, he felt very anxious, so he asked Fox to take him into the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office instantly.

"You came just in time, I have a surprise for you." Looking at the uninvited guest in front of him, Dracula said meaningfully.

Dumbledore saw a brilliant light flowing rapidly in Dracula's eyes, and there seemed to be some other information and content rotating in those burgundy eyes.

So he also activated Legilimency, colliding the two people's spirits and thoughts together——

"The results of Potter's blood test are out, and I think it is necessary to let you know." Dracula looked at Dumbledore's sharp eyes behind his half-moon glasses and communicated to him silently, "I have already checked it. , Potter does not have any Salazar blood, but he can use Snake accent."

"So... I didn't make a mistake in my judgment, right?" Dumbledore also said silently, "Voldemort really left the soul fragment in Harry's body unintentionally, making Harry a different kind of person." Horcrux?"

"Yes, so if Voldemort is to be eliminated, the child Potter must also die!" Dracula said, "Is this really an ending you can accept?"

"Huh -" Dumbledore breathed out silently, "Of course I won't let this happen, and I have already prepared..."

He quickly delivered the plan he prepared to Dracula's spirit.

"I have to say that your plan requires too many coincidences." Dracula frowned, "And the price paid is too high. You are using yourself as a pawn!"

"I have lived enough for more than a hundred years. It doesn't matter, as long as I can succeed." Dumbledore laughed silently.

"Forget it, I want you to live a few hundred more years and experience what it means to be truly tired of living!" Dracula sneered, "I have another plan here, do you want to hear it? ?”

"Of course, I also need you to cooperate with me to put on a good show in front of Riddle!"

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