Hogwarts vampire professor

Lucius was horrified, thinking that his contact with Dracula had been exposed.

"Master, there must be a traitor among us!" He said tremblingly, "I will definitely help you find the traitor, believe me...Master..."

"But why can't that traitor be you?" Voldemort moved his face close to Lucius, his breath almost blowing the hair on Lucius's face, "I heard... you had an affair with Dracula a while ago. We’ve met several times, am I right?”

Lucius's hair stood on end, and he shook his head with all his strength.

"I really didn't betray you, Master!" He shouted tremblingly, "Dracula somehow got the authority to appoint and remove the school board. In order to maintain my status as the school board, I had to lie to him. ,Owner!"

"Master... Yaxley's father has lost his position on the school board because he offended Dracula. We Death Eaters cannot have a school board... This is for our common cause. ah!"

Voldemort stared at Lucius with scarlet eyes, and finally sneered after a long time.

"I know you, Lucius. You have always liked to be a faggot, and you really don't have the courage to rebel." He said, "So...our traitor is someone else?"

"Yes... it must be like this..." Lucius was thinking frantically under the pressure of life and death, "I know, Master, the only people among us who have the chance to spread our message are those in Hogwarts! The undercover must be..."

"That's enough." Voldemort suddenly interrupted him, "There are other guests here. Do you want to tell people from the Ministry of Magic our information?"

Then, he lowered his voice in Lucius's ear and said, "And what do you mean...the undercover agent is actually my own clone?"

Lucius immediately closed his mouth and broke into a cold sweat.

"Well, now that the matter has been exposed, we definitely don't have much time." Voldemort said softly, "How long has it been since you had a real fight with people from the Ministry of Magic, my dear Death Eaters?"

"I have been waiting for this day for a long time, Master!" Nott immediately stood up and expressed his loyalty earnestly, "My wand has been thirsty for a long time!"

"Very good, Nott." Voldemort twisted the corners of his mouth and said in a cold tone, "Then you will lead our Death Eaters to stop those damn Aurors from the Ministry of Magic."

The battle is about to begin!

A sword-like curse cut through the night like lightning, followed by a terrible sound of curses shooting. The heavy rain was like a horizontal waterfall, but it was more spectacular than the waterfall, and more gorgeous than the dense rain of bullets.

On the isolated island of Azkaban, where it was rarely bright, Voldemort faced the raindrops of curses and walked step by step towards the members of the Ministry of Magic on the opposite side, taking his time and pace.

However, no Auror dared to stand in front of Voldemort, and no spell was cast in the direction of Voldemort.

The Aurors all had trembling hands. They pretended not to see this bald figure who was extremely conspicuous in the light of the curse. They all looked for other Death Eaters. No matter how much Scrimgeour, the director of the Auror Office, yelled, it had no effect. .

Scrimgeour cursed secretly and stood in front of Voldemort himself.

"Rufus Scrimgeour... I'm curious how the Ministry of Magic would react if you and Amelia Bones, two heads of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, died on this isolated island. "Voldemort smiled coldly.

"It's a pity that I don't have time to waste with you now, so I will let you live for a few more days."

"Do you really think you can win?" Scrimgeour raised his wand with a serious look on his face, "I won't let you pass!"

"Tsk--" Voldemort looked at Scrimgeour's actions and let out a disdainful laugh, "Have I been away for too long and you have forgotten me... How come anyone dares to stop in front of me now? Already?"

He played with his wand boredly, paying no heed to Scrimgeour.

Scrimgeour shook his wand angrily, and a dazzling red light immediately shot from the tip of his wand in the direction of Voldemort.

However, faced with such a curse, Voldemort didn't even look up. He just shook his wand and flew the red light to the side.

The flying red light hit an Auror standing near Scrimgeour, knocking him unconscious immediately.

This battle saw attrition in an instant!

Facing the strong pressure brought by Voldemort, Amelia Bones, the director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, also came over and stood side by side with Scrimgeour.

"Hold on, we just have to hold him back." Bones turned his head and whispered to Scrimgeour, "Dumbledore has known about this for a long time. He should be here soon."

Scrimgeour nodded slightly.

Afterwards, both of them looked at Voldemort with solemn faces and raised their wands at the same time——

Two curses were shot at Voldemort one after another, faintly sealing the space where he could dodge.

"Do you think having one more person is useful?" Voldemort sneered and continued to move forward without any intention of evading.

Before the curse was about to hit Voldemort, he drew a line with his wand in front of him. His wand was like a magnet with strong magnetism, attracting the two curses firmly to the wand.

Later, Voldemort shook his wand, and the two spells were returned to the positions of Bones and Scrimgeour along the original route. At the same time, Voldemort's own magic power was attached, making them even more powerful.

While Scrimgeour and Bones were busy dealing with the spells they had cast, Voldemort raised his left hand that was not holding the wand again.

He waved his left hand, and two big rocks on the island flew over quickly, causing a gust of wind.

The next moment, two rocks hit Bones and Scrimgeour hard!

The two men were shaken all over and fell to the ground in pain. They kept vomiting blood from their mouths and suddenly lost the strength to fight anymore.

"You are so weak, Director Bones, and Director Scrimgeour." Voldemort raised the corners of his mouth mockingly and walked straight past the circle surrounded by Aurors.

The Aurors were full of fear and trembling. They did not dare to block the Dark Lord who could make them tremble even just by mentioning his name. They consciously made way for a spacious passage.

"Stop him...Aurors..." Scrimgeour's weak voice sounded on the ground.

Several elite Auror captains moved, but invariably did not stop Voldemort's steps. Instead, they stood in front of their director, fearing that Voldemort would be furious because of Scrimgeour's actions and suddenly kill him.

Voldemort glanced at them, passed the layers of defenses of the Aurors with satisfaction, and continued to move forward.

He deliberately did not use a killing move on Scrimgeour, just to prevent the loyal men of the head of the Auror office from desperate situations.

Although he was not afraid of this, if he was delayed by a few little flies for a few seconds, Dracula and Dumbledore would be more likely to arrive.

It was just right now. Those loyal Aurors stood in front of Scrimgeour and vaguely reached a tacit understanding with Voldemort.

Voldemort would not kill their director, and they would no longer block Voldemort's path.

In this way, Voldemort walked unimpeded to the fortress of Azkaban. This huge prison wall almost occupied his entire sight.

However, just as he was about to destroy the prison's solid walls, he encountered another obstacle.

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Moody and Tonks had just blocked the Dementors' hut and knocked out Voldemort's undercover Yaxley at the Ministry of Magic.

As soon as they walked out of the hut, they met a man with scarlet eyes and a distorted face.

"Who are you? Why are you here?" Tonks raised her wand vigilantly and shouted to Voldemort.

Then, she was surprised to find that her arm was grabbed hard by Instructor Moody beside her.

"Get out of here immediately, Tonks!" Moody gritted his teeth tightly and pulled Tonks behind him, "Run as far as possible, and don't look back. This is an order!"

Tonks turned her head in shock and looked at the legendary Auror who had always been fearless. She saw that his face was serious and solemn, and the hand holding the wand was clenched so tightly that even his knuckles turned white.

"Instructor Moody, he is..." Tonks opened her mouth wide, a strong sense of absurdity welling up in her heart.

"Yes, he is Voldemort!" Moody stared at the terrifying figure in front of him, and at the same time stretched out his hand to push Tonks away, trying to give the young trainee Auror a chance to escape.

Moody was different from most Aurors. He was old enough and had been classmates with Lord Voldemort, who was still called Tom Riddle, when he was at Hogwarts.

Because of this, Moody is not afraid of just a name like other wizards. Compared to others, he had a clearer understanding of Voldemort's horror.

So Moody knew that he was no match for Voldemort, and he didn't want Tonks, who had just graduated, to die.

"Alastor, it's been a long time." Voldemort looked at Moody's scar-covered face with a nostalgic expression, "Do you also want to stop me from destroying this prison?"

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"You're asking questions knowingly!" Moody said angrily, "If you want to fight, fight! Where did all the nonsense come from!"

"Very good -" Voldemort's face darkened, "You are indeed stronger than the two people before, and you seem to be a qualified opponent."

The next second, without any warning, the two people raised their wands at the same time——

Countless magic spells shot out from the two wands quickly, like long whips whipping the wind between the two of them, like countless beams of light cutting into the fog around Azkaban!

Amidst the continuous sound of breaking wind, combined with the eerie gurgling sounds of the surrounding dementors as they inhaled, it seemed as if there were waves of ghostly cries resounding on this isolated island.

Finally, all the colorful spells disappeared.

The two people were entangled with two magic spells, one red and one green, as if two big luminous snakes were wrestling in the air.

With a ferocious face, Moody used all his strength to pour almost all the magic power into the wand in his hand, just to gain a slight upper hand in the confrontation with the magic spell.

Opposite Moody, Voldemort looked at ease, with a very relaxed expression.

"Alastor, after so many years, I actually want to have a good fight with you again, and then personally kill you, the legendary Auror..." Voldemort chuckled, but said cruel words, " But I really don’t have time to play with you today.”

He raised his left hand again and transferred part of the magic power to the slender fingers like spider legs on his left hand.

Then, Voldemort pointed his left hand forward, and hit Moody with a powerful knockback curse!

Moody flew backwards and hit the marble wall of Azkaban Fortress hard, even creating a thin crack in the solid wall.

"Ahem..."

Moody coughed and struggled to get up, only to find that one of his wooden legs had been broken in the collision. He could only stand on one foot while holding on to the wall.

Although his fingers were trembling, the wand in his hand never came out.

"Do you still want to struggle, Alastor?" Voldemort showed a devilish smile——

"Expelliarmus!"

Moody's wand was finally thrown into the sky, and landed on the muddy ground of the island like a discarded branch.

And when this legendary Auror lost his wand and was seriously injured, he was nothing more than a frail old man...

"Even your legendary Auror has fallen. Now no one will stop me, right?" Voldemort laughed, "If you ask me, apart from you being a figure, your Ministry of Magic is really a There is no one who can fight..."

"Who said that!"

At this moment, a clear voice sounded behind Voldemort.

Voldemort turned around and saw a young witch with violet hair nervously holding the wand in her hands. Under the extremely nervous situation, her hand holding the wand did not tremble at all.

"Tonks, what are you doing here?!" Moody was shocked and shouted anxiously, "Didn't I tell you to leave here? Do you dare to disobey the instructor's order and don't want to be an official Auror?!"

"I...I am the first place in the practical examination among the trainee Aurors, don't...don't underestimate others!" Tonks looked at Moody with a very firm look, and said with some stuttering, "I want to express my gratitude to the mysterious People prove that the Ministry of Magic doesn’t have anyone who can fight!”

The next second, she suddenly cast a very outstanding stun spell.

However, the gap between her and the Dark Lord was too great. This spell, which worked extremely well for her, was casually put aside by Voldemort.

"Hehehehe..." Voldemort let out a sinister laugh, "Tonks, right? What a funny little girl."

He suddenly turned to look at Moody, "Alastor, guess what... if I kill you, an interesting student, will you, a ruthless Auror, feel sad?"

"How dare you?!" Moody yelled loudly, but anyone could see the fierceness in his appearance.

"What am I afraid of?" Voldemort sneered and raised his wand——

"Avada Kedavra!"

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