A terrifying and dazzling green light shot out from the tip of Voldemort's wand!
"Tonks!"
Moody's shout echoed faintly in Tonks' ears... but she could no longer hear it clearly. The strong green light instantly occupied all her vision, as if it had deprived her of all five senses in that instant.
Tonks opened her eyes wide, watching the chilling green engulf every inch of her vision, leaving her no time to make any effective reaction!
At this critical moment, some different colors suddenly appeared in Tonks's vision -
A pure black bat flapped its wings, forcibly squeezing out a black mark from the stubborn green, and its trajectory bloomed like a flower.
The next moment, a dark full moon suddenly rose quietly from where the bat flew out.
Several bats rushed towards the green beam of the Killing Curse like moths to a flame. Under the effect of the spell, they lost their lives one after another and turned into light spots and dissipated.
Under the consumption of these bats, the green light gradually disappeared, and the dark moon also silently dissipated in the wisps of mist on the island.
A man with long silver hair and a weird face emerged from the fading moonlight.
"My warm-hearted lady, you seem to be in some trouble?" A mellow voice sounded in Tonks' ears.
Tonks' mouth dropped open, her hair instantly changing from violet to red.
"You... you are... the one from the Cairngorms a year ago!" she exclaimed excitedly. "Why are you here?"
Tonks vaguely remembered that a year ago, when she had just graduated from Hogwarts, she became a trainee Auror in the Auror Office of the Ministry of Magic, and for the first time she followed the large team to experience the daily operations of the Aurors...
Then she failed the Auror's "Stealth and Tracking" subject and got lost.
Deep in the Cairngorms, Tonks met this extremely handsome man. She was so smart that she wanted to protect him as an Auror, but she didn't realize that this man might be the source of the dark magic...
"Why wouldn't I come here?" Dracula glanced at Tonks and raised his lips slightly. "In fact, not only have I come here, but I have also been watching the drama on the wall of Azkaban for a long time."
"This is impossible!" Voldemort's horrified voice suddenly came from not far away, "Dracula, haven't you been staying in Hogwarts all the time?!"
He took out the parchment that Snape had handed him from his pocket and saw that the red light on it was still motionless on the left side of Hogwarts Castle, without any change.
Dracula then turned around and looked at Voldemort's incredible expression.
"Oh?" he asked with interest, "What gave you the illusion that I had been at Hogwarts? The parchment in your hand?"
In fact, in the ghost-filled dungeon classroom at Hogwarts, Dracula did remain there, happily chatting with Helena and Almost Headless Nick.
However, this figure was not Dracula's real body, but a clone created by necromancy. He stayed in Hogwarts with the "positioning device" left by Snape, thus confusing Voldemort and allowing him to come to Azkaban to carry out his plan with confidence.
However, compared to the original body, this clone looks a little illusory, which is why Harry, Myrtle and others think he is a ghost.
As for the real Dracula, he had already arrived at Azkaban in advance, turned into a bat and hung upside down on the marble wall, watching the show from high above for a long time.
"So it was Severus who betrayed me?" After a short moment of surprise, Voldemort's voice turned completely cold.
He crumpled the parchment in his hand viciously.
After rubbing it vigorously, the positioning map made by Snape was crushed into countless pieces and thrown aside by Voldemort. In the blink of an eye, it was blown away by the wind on the isolated island.
"Tsk, you just found out about this?" Dracula smiled mockingly, "Professor Snape has always been trusted by Dumbledore and provided a lot of useful information for his great cause of destroying you."
"Mr. Voldemort, you don't really think that Snape is your spy planted in Hogwarts, do you?" He had a sarcastic smile on his face and walked a few steps closer to Voldemort happily. "But the truth of the matter may be just the opposite?"
Dracula's sarcasm made Voldemort's pale face gradually turn red, and his scarlet eyes kept flashing, obviously he was very angry.
"I will make him pay!" Anger rose in Voldemort's heart, and his eyes seemed to be burning with flames of anger.
The successive setbacks suffered by Dracula caused the Dark Lord's proud and fragile emotions to completely explode. He excitedly raised his wand and turned his anger into a dazzling green light that shot out from his hand!
"boom-"
Dracula turned slightly, and a thick green beam of light hit the ground behind him, blasting a huge crater in the ground and stirring up a cloud of flying dust.
The next moment, Voldemort turned into a ball of black mist and flew up.
A magic wand suddenly stretched out from the black fog in the air and waved out a colorful curtain of light, as if stars covered by dark clouds were falling from the sky.
These light screens are beautiful yet dangerous, and they all carry a shocking evil aura and powerful momentum. They are all black magic that others have never heard of.
On this Halloween night when the atmosphere of darkness is the strongest, the power of black magic has been greatly enhanced!
Dracula looked at the gorgeous light curtain in the sky, chuckled, and raised his wand.
The dark moon lit up behind him, emitting an extremely cold light. Countless crescent-shaped light blades flew out from the moonlight, accurately colliding with every light curtain emitted by Voldemort.
Gradually, more and more light blades were released from the dark moon behind Dracula, and they gathered into a backward waterfall, covering the dense spells cast by Voldemort from above, and crushing in the opposite direction into the sky filled with black fog.
Seeing that the situation was not good, Voldemort immediately turned his whole body into black mist again, trying to avoid the attack of the light blade.
"Bang—"
Dracula snapped his fingers lightly.
The crescent-shaped light blades suddenly turned after coming into contact with the black fog. Each group of four light blades formed countless turbines, which instantly dispersed the fog in the sky.
The turbine transformed from the light blade also dispersed the dark clouds above Azkaban, and a vacuum area suddenly appeared in the sky.
The crescent moon lay quietly in the sky surrounded by clouds, casting its cold moonlight on this sea that had never seen the light.
"Wow... so amazing..." Tonks watched the scene with eyes wide open, muttering to herself.
The scene where Dracula was beating up Voldemort had shocked her greatly. After all, this was the Dark Lord who must not be named!
Tonks felt ashamed when she thought about how she had once said she would keep him safe...
Under the moonlight, the black fog seemed to become much thinner.
A thin black mist barely condensed on the ground, and then Voldemort, with an extremely pale face, staggered into the place where the black mist was.
"Dracula, don't be too proud..." He looked extremely weak and panted, "Wait until I recover all my strength, and I'll be the first one to make you pay!"
"Oh, it's different when you have someone to rely on. You're still so confident even at this moment." Dracula crossed his arms and chuckled, "Whatever you say, I just need to 'entertain' you every time you revive!"
"Mr. Voldemort, I wonder how many times you can withstand the annihilation of your soul with your soul power?"
Hearing these words, Voldemort's expression finally changed.
Although he has the Horcrux as support and will never really die, his soul is still limited.
If the original power of his soul is forcibly destroyed many times, then he will most likely never be able to recover to his peak strength.
By then, not to mention giving Dracula a hard time, it’s hard to say whether he can continue to be the Dark Lord.
“You forced me to do this, Dracula!” Voldemort lowered his voice, as if speaking through his teeth, “My allies, please help me…”
The sky seemed to darken suddenly.
The crescent moon that had just peeked out was once again blocked by a dark mass of evil, ugly black creatures.
The ink-like Dementors were stacked thickly together, and the entire group of Dementors looked like the ugly face of the devil, overlooking the front of the Azkaban Fortress.
“Chuck—”
“Woo-woo—”
Waves of creepy sounds were heard from the dark sky. The air was filled with an extremely heavy and depressing atmosphere, which stirred up the most fearful and painful emotions in people's hearts.
Countless Dementors surrounded Dracula in the blink of an eye. They had no facial features under their tattered hoods, and there was a hole where a mouth should have been, constantly absorbing the emotion called happiness in the air.
Dracula's face immediately darkened.
He felt like all the fun was being sucked out of him...
"Dementors... what a nasty creature..."
Dracula's voice gradually grew colder, and the corners of his mouth, which were usually raised, lost their original arc. His wine-red eyes turned like blood, flashing with an icy light.
After the only pleasure in his long life was suppressed deep in his heart, Dracula's figure seemed to be detached from this world, and his whole body was surrounded by indifference and indifference, not like a human being.
Two sharp side teeth protruded from the slightly opened mouth, and the sharp nails also extended. The wide wings behind him suddenly spread out, stirring up a gust of wind!
The Dementors froze in their tracks.
They could no longer feel any happy emotions from Dracula's body, and could only feel the extreme emptiness and loneliness that was suppressed to the extreme.
This made these evil species instinctively feel a sense of fear!
The next moment, Dracula suddenly jumped up from the ground, spread his wings and flew into the air.
His cold eyes were like a fierce beast waiting to devour its prey. Relying solely on the vampire's fighting instinct, he fixed his eyes on a leading Dementor and flashed in front of it in an instant.
The sharp nails suddenly pierced into the chest of the leading Dementor, but caught nothing and only tore a piece of rotten cloth.
“Chuck—”
The Dementor let out a few strange cries from its throat and opened its empty "mouth" under its hood again, trying to find and suck away the happiness in Dracula's heart.
But it failed again.
Dracula's current state is like a thousand-year-old solid ice, with an indistinct indifference in his heart.
When the cold and solid ice saw the Dementors' actions, it suddenly changed the position of its attack.
He stretched out his other hand and thrust it suddenly into the Dementor's empty "mouth" -
The next moment, white flames appeared in Dracula's hands and burned in the Dementor's "mouth".
“Woo-woo—”
The effect of this flame that directly targets the soul is very obvious. The Dementors feel the burning of the flame and begin to swing their rag-like bodies in pain, struggling to escape from Dracula's clutches.
Dracula let go of its hand and admired the Dementors struggling to fly around in the air, but they could not escape the fate of being burned to ashes.
He curled the corners of his mouth indifferently, but then he found that he could not find the interest he had in the past, and his face returned to its cold state again.
Afterwards, Dracula seemed to have transformed into a ruthless beast, killing the Dementors in all directions, either tearing them apart in the most brutal way or burning them into powder with fire...
The Dementors gradually realized what fear was, and scattered in all directions, trying their best to fly away from the place where the terrible man was.
After the monsters left, the moonlight began to shine again, still as cold and pure as usual.
Dracula spread his wings and floated quietly in the watery moonlight, with confusion in his blood-red eyes.
For some reason, he clearly slaughtered countless Dementors that made him unhappy. It was a very satisfying battle, and he should have felt very refreshed.
But at this moment, he did not feel the slightest bit of satisfaction, nor did he feel any pleasure after revenge.
Dracula now only felt an inexplicable emptiness, as if he had forgotten something...
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"Professor Dracula, what's wrong with you?" A voice sounded in Dracula's ears as if from a long distance.
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Yes, I seem to have become a professor. But why did I become a professor
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"Uncle Dracula, you look so scary." A pleasant female voice, somewhat flustered, sounded in my ears.
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Isn't this voice Luo Yinna's daughter
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"Professor, wake up, the party is about to end!" It was a somewhat childish voice.
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The voice seems to be that of a funny little wizard, his name is Harry Potter, right
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"Harry, none of your methods are working. Look at me - Professor, wake up and watch the fun!"
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Hearing these words, Dracula's heart moved slightly. He felt that something that had been suppressed in his heart suddenly awakened.
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"Where's the fun?!" Dracula suddenly opened his eyes.
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