Hogwarts vampire professor

When the Dark Moon dissipated, Dracula appeared in the Chamber of Death in the Department of Mysteries.

He raised his gaze, and sure enough he saw a figure in a gorgeous red cloak, leaning against the arch with his arms crossed, seemingly not surprised at all.

"So you already knew that I would disobey advice and enter this arch?"

Dracula felt a little funny, walked to the other side of the arch, and made the same gesture of leaning against the door.

"Of course, after all, that's what I did at the time." The hooded man laughed, and his laughter seemed very happy.

"Oh, so as Nico said, there is only one timeline in this world, and the power of time will automatically mend the changes between it, right?" Dracula asked, "I don't quite understand, this complete time How do loops form?”

"What you should have imagined is that the past can be changed through time magic, otherwise the existence of time energy will be meaningless." The hooded man said, "As for this time loop, it is naturally the result of time repair-"

He turned around from the other side of the arch and walked to Dracula's side, "Since I can travel back to this point in time from the future, then I am naturally confident that the timeline will complete itself, and I don't have to worry so much about the rest. …”

"Okay, then I won't ask about this first." Dracula said, "But I want to know, what kind of power did you use to pull me back from the other side in the end? The so-called 'Death' seemed very surprised. "

"You will know it when you should know it. Telling it now will only make you lose the surprise when that day comes in the future." The hooded man smiled.

"...I've been talking for so long, it's as if I haven't said anything yet." Dracula's mouth twitched.

"Although you may sound unhappy, I find it very interesting." The hooded man said happily, "I finally understand why Dumbledore always likes to talk in a secretive way. It's really interesting to talk like this. …”

"You can shut up..." Dracula said through gritted teeth.

At this moment, the two people turned their heads at the same time to look at the door of the Death Hall where they were.

They all sensed that several silent people were walking towards here, and they were already standing in the rotunda with twelve doors that were constantly changing.

"Okay, it's time for me to go back." The hooded man smiled softly and said, "There's no need for you to be unhappy... Just think about how depressing you are at this time. When you go back to the past, What a joy the day will be!”

After saying that, he lightly snapped his fingers.

"By the way," before leaving, he suddenly said as if he suddenly remembered something, "There is no need to think too much about what happened today. Just enjoy your life as a professor normally in the next year."

"There are many interesting things in Hogwarts Castle!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the figure of the hooded man suddenly disappeared into the death hall, as if he had never appeared before.

Dracula stared at the place where he disappeared for a moment, then laughed and also snapped his fingers.

The dark moon quietly appeared behind.

Before the Silent Man entered the Death Hall to inspect, Dracula's figure returned to Hogwarts Castle accompanied by the cold moonlight, and once again sat on the sofa in the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office...

Although it was only a short day, Dracula's gains were unexpectedly great.

Needless to say, it was necessary to convict Peter Pedroe of his crimes and restore Sirius Black's reputation. Most importantly, he realized that the world was not as small and boring as he once thought.

There are more fun waiting for him to explore in different worlds beyond his sight.

Dracula lowered his head and looked at the wisp of dark gray in the crimson magic power beating in his palm, his eyes full of interest.

If what the so-called "God of Death" said is true, then some of the questions in the past will also be answered——

Why do many different types of dark energy, such as Obscurus, Horcruxes, and vampire magic, have the same properties?

Probably just because... the power of darkness comes from the world behind the arch, so we can seek help from the God of Death and borrow the purest power of death.

In this way, some things that were not understood before also make sense.

The despicable Herbo was sealed in the secret realm on the top of Mount Olympus for thousands of years, and was killed countless times by Andros, but his power never faded, and instead gradually forced Andros to gamble. The Greek magic world's beliefs and future abilities are enough to suppress it.

Haierbo must have borrowed the power of death.

So, how can we connect to the world behind the arch and borrow the power of death without going to the Death Hall of the Department of Mysteries?

Dracula rummaged thoughtfully in his pocket for a moment and took out a locket.

This is Slytherin's locket more than a thousand years ago. Voldemort later made it into a Horcrux, and Regulus took it out at the cost of his life. Finally, it fell into the hands of Dracula. inside.

He stared at the locket in his hand quietly, and a faint smile gradually appeared at the corner of his mouth.

To create a Horcrux, you need to rely on killing to split the soul.

And the process of killing and splitting souls will obviously also send a dead soul to the world of the dead.

This is the time when the living dark wizard is closest to the world of death, except before his complete death.

And after they die unexpectedly, even if they can rely on the Horcrux to turn into a remnant soul and survive, the world of death will still open the door to them... This is the best time to borrow the power of the God of Death.

It can be imagined that Haierbo borrowed the power of the God of Death several times when he died. Instead of weakening himself through countless deaths, he gradually overpowered Andros.

Thinking of this, Dracula frowned slightly.

If this inference is true... then Voldemort's recovery time may very well be faster than he imagined.

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On the last day of term, Hogwarts announced the exam results.

Hermione got excellent grades in all twelve subjects, and Harry and Ron were lucky enough to pass every subject.

Harry didn't expect that he actually passed the Potions exam. He couldn't believe that Snape would let him pass. He even suspected that Dumbledore had intervened to prevent Snape from getting into trouble with him.

In the last few weeks, he had no idea what was going on, Snape's attitude towards Harry was quite frightening.

Harry certainly didn't expect that because of Sirius and Peter's incident, the deep wound in Snape's heart would be stung again. Every time Snape saw Harry, especially his eyes, he would feel a twinge of guilt and pain.

For this reason, every time Snape met Harry, a muscle next to his thin lips would twist unpleasantly, and he would keep flexing his fingers, as if he wanted to grab Harry's throat. of.

It was to protect this child that Lily sacrificed herself at the hands of Voldemort.

Snape thought this, but he didn't tell anyone.

As the President of the Student Union, Percy passed the Advanced Wizarding Level Examination(s) without dissatisfaction with expectations; fifth-year Fred and George also barely scraped together an Ordinary Wizarding Level Examination( Ls) certificate.

This year, Hogwarts' Defense Against the Dark Arts performance, driven by the Duel Club and devil training, has successfully reached a record high in thirty years, surprising many other magic schools who were waiting to see the joke.

At the same time, the Gryffindor Quidditch team naturally won this year's Quidditch championship thanks to Harry's excellent condition and the Firebolt's top hardware advantages!

Captain Wood, who was about to graduate, was so happy that he invited all the team members to have a big meal in Hogsmeade.

Because of the large number of extra points in the Quidditch Cup, Gryffindor House also naturally won the House Cup. That means the end-of-term banquet is decorated in red and gold, and it means the Gryffindor table is extra busy because everyone is celebrating.

The next day, the students who had been partying all night got up from their beds in a daze, carried their luggage and boarded the Thestral carriage from the north gate of the castle, and the carriage took them to Hogsmeade station.

When the Hogwarts Express left the station, Harry and Ron were looking at Hermione with wide eyes in astonishment.

"I went to see Professor McGonagall this morning, just before breakfast," Hermione said. "I have decided not to take Muggle Studies and Divination."

"Forget it about divination, but your Muggle Studies exam score is perfect!" Ron said in surprise.

"I know," Hermione sighed, "but I won't be able to bear it next year if it's like this year. You don't know what I've been through. If this continues, I might go crazy."

Of course, there was another reason why she didn’t tell her two friends——

The Ministry of Magic suddenly recycles all Time-Turners.

Professor McGonagall explained to her that the Ministry of Magic had inexplicably lost a time turner, and the staff there had no idea when it was lost.

For careful consideration, they decided to withdraw the time converters for students to prevent unknown accidents.

Hermione thought this was good, at least she could have a normal class timetable.

She turned back to Harry, who was staring at Hogwarts Castle hidden from view by a mountain.

He was a little sad, seeing that he would have to suffer for another two months at Hogwarts...

"Harry, why don't you seem unhappy?" Hermione asked, "Aren't you going to live with your godfather?"

"Forget it," Harry said melancholy, "Dumbledore said that although Sirius' wanted order in the Ministry of Magic has been lifted, the Ministry of Magic has already informed the Muggles. The wanted order there is not easy to deal with... …”

"But Sirius can wear a mask, or he can just ask Fred and George for magic props." Ron said, "As long as you don't actively expose yourself to the outside, isn't it okay?"

"I think so too." Harry sighed, "But Dumbledore doesn't agree with anything he says, and I don't know what he thinks."

"Oh, cheer up, Harry!" Hermione said sympathetically.

"I'm fine," Harry said dryly, "It's been so many years anyway."

"By the way, Sirius has a wanted warrant, but we don't have one at home!" Ron said happily, "Harry, you must come and live with us during the holidays. I will make an agreement with my parents, and then I will call 'Drop the call' for you. Now I know how to drop the call..."

"It's the phone, Ron," Hermione corrected, "Seriously, you should take Muggle Studies next year..."

Ron rolled his eyes and ignored her.

"There's the Quidditch World Cup this summer! How about it, Harry?" he asked happily, "Come stay at my house and let's go watch the game together! Dad can always get tickets from work."

The suggestion made Harry happy again.

"Yes! I bet the Dursleys would be happy to let me go...especially after what I did to Aunt Maggie!"

As he spoke, he took out paper and pen, "I think I can also ask Sirius if he wants to come with us. There will be no Muggles at the Quidditch World Cup, right?"

After the train arrived, Harry saw Uncle Vernon and Aunt Peggy outside the station.

Uncle Vernon and the others stood quite far away from Mr. and Mrs. Weasley. They looked at them suspiciously from time to time, feeling that the clothes of these two people were a bit out of proportion compared to the others.

Uncle Vernon's suspicions about them seemed to be confirmed when Mrs. Weiss welcomed Harry with a hug.

"I'll call about the World Cup!" Ron shouted behind Harry.

Harry nodded to Ron, turned around and said goodbye to Hermione, and then walked towards Uncle Vernon pushing the box and carrying Hedwig's cage.

Uncle Vernon greeted him in his usual manner.

"What is that?" he growled, glaring at the letter Harry held in his hand before he could send it to Sirius. "If that's another form that requires my signature, then don't even think about it..."

"It's not a form," Harry said with a smile, "It's a letter I'm going to send to my godfather!"

"Godfather?" Uncle Vernon's spittle flew, "You don't have any godfather!"

"No, I do," Harry suddenly had a brilliant idea, "He is my mother and my father's best friend. Oh, by the way, maybe you know him too... You should have heard of Sirius Boo The name Laike has information about him in newspapers and on TV. He is a wanted criminal who has been convicted."

"Actually, he is not only a Muggle prisoner, but also a magician criminal. He has now escaped from the magic prison. The Ministry of Magic has no choice but to turn to the Muggle government for help."

"Sirius would love to keep in touch with me, keep checking in on how I'm doing by...seeing if I'm happy!"

Harry looked at Uncle Vernon's frightened expression and smiled broadly.

He wheeled his luggage toward the station exit, Hedwig flying briskly in front of him, and together they headed for a summer that looked like it would be much better than last year.

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