Dracula opened his eyes and saw a mass of hair as red as fire.
"See? My method is indeed the most effective!" Ron Weiss jumped up excitedly when he saw Dracula open his eyes.
Soon after, a large group of ghosts and little wizards surrounded them.
"Professor, what happened to you just now?" Harry asked worriedly, "You suddenly closed your eyes just now, and your expression was frighteningly cold!"
"Professor Dracula, just now a strong murderous intent suddenly emerged from you..." Helena said.
In order to protect Dracula's identity, she did not use the title "uncle" this time. "It felt like... as if you wanted to destroy everyone around you! We were all scared."
"Professor Dracula, you must have just turned into a ghost and you haven't reacted yet." The short and fat Myrtle also floated over, "I was like this when I just died, but I recovered after staying awake in that flush toilet for a while!"
As she spoke, Myrtle kept winking at Dracula.
Myrtle still hasn't given up on the idea of letting Dracula share a flush toilet with her...
Dracula simply ignored Myrtle beside him, turned around and shook his head at Harry, the three little wizards, Helena, Nearly Headless Nick and other ghosts.
"Sorry to bother you, I'm fine." He said softly, "I just thought of something and lost my composure a little bit."
"Professor, are you really okay?" Hermione, who was standing between Harry and Ron, asked with concern, "Is the ghost party too gloomy and has affected your mood? Do you want to go back and rest for a while?"
Hearing the dissatisfaction with the ghost party implied in Hermione's words, Nearly Headless Nick gave her a somewhat unhappy look.
To Nick's surprise, Dracula actually nodded.
"It would be better to go back and have some rest," he said.
Then Dracula said hello to Nick and Helena, turned around and walked out of the underground classroom where the ghosts were.
"Professor, wait for us!" Harry, Ron and Hermione hurriedly followed.
As the host of today's ghost party, Almost Headless Nick looked at the wizards leaving one after another and shrugged helplessly.
"Well, there's not a single soul left alive tonight," he said to the ghosts around him. "I feel bad for them. The next show is the Headless Hunters' head hockey show."
At the mention of the Headless Hunters' performance, Nearly Headless Nick's expression suddenly became depressed, and he instantly forgot about the regret that no one was alive to persist to the end of the 500th anniversary party.
"Hey, I finally found you, Patrick Podmore. You still have to settle the score with me for not letting me join the Headless Hunter Team!"
He rushed towards a headless ghost who held his head in his arms and entangled with him.
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On the other side, Dracula sent Harry and the other two little wizards to the auditorium to enjoy the pudding that had not been removed from the Halloween dinner, and then he went to the principal's office alone.
Dumbledore and Snape had been waiting there for a long time.
"Our mission today is about to reach its climax, both of you." Dracula looked at Dumbledore and Snape with serious faces, and slowly raised the corners of his mouth.
In the space of a few minutes, he curled the corners of his mouth twice, but with completely different feelings.
On the isolated island of Azkaban, Dracula's desire to have fun was inadvertently withdrawn to the deepest part of his heart under the influence of the Dementors' strange power. Completely losing interest, he couldn't even find the feeling to curl his lips.
Although it only lasted for a few minutes, Dracula, who found fun again, felt a drastic difference.
He silently sentenced the Dementors to death in his heart.
"It's your turn now, Professor Snape." Dracula looked at Snape's sallow face and smiled with interest. "Whether our plan can go smoothly depends entirely on you!"
After saying this, Dracula no longer paid attention to the reactions of Dumbledore and Snape, nor did he worry about whether the plan could be completed.
He snapped his fingers lightly, and his body turned into a point of light and disappeared...
The next moment, Dracula's vision suddenly changed.
He saw a cold moonlight, the Azkaban fortress illuminated by the moonlight, and the black mist flying in all directions—
At this time, on the isolated island where Azkaban was located, Voldemort had taken advantage of Dracula's opportunity to massacre the Dementors and escaped from the scene.
The Death Eaters who were fighting against the Ministry of Magic had some advantages at the beginning, but when they sensed Voldemort's departure through the Dark Mark, they instantly lost the courage and motivation to fight the enemy, and began to flee to the sea where there was no anti-Apparition spell.
After leaving some Death Eaters captured by the Aurors, most of the Death Eaters eventually managed to escape from this lonely island.
Near the Azkaban fortress, Dracula's body was still hanging in the air under the moonlight, with a cold arc at the corner of his mouth.
"Did I let you go?" he said softly, looking at the Dementors fleeing in all directions.
Then Dracula retracted his sharp nails and took out his wand from his pocket.
"Let me think, what kind of magic should I use to eliminate you pests..."
Dracula thought about it and unconsciously played with his wand. The pure black wand was flexibly turned back and forth between his slender white fingers.
"Got it. I should still remember the spell." He suddenly laughed coldly. At the same time, it seemed that all the dark aura was suppressed in the deepest part of Dracula's body.
Under the moonlight, there was no longer a trace of darkness around Dracula. His silver hair, the same color as the moonlight, fluttered in the wind. His eyes were slightly closed, and his right hand raised the magic wand and pointed it obliquely at the night sky.
Different from his previous evil look, he now exudes a pure and sacred aura, contrary to his usual behavior.
"Haha... Don't you like to absorb my pleasure? Then suck as much as you want!"
"Expe!"
A silver light, brighter than the moonlight, suddenly burst out from the tip of Dracula's wand, illuminating the entire isolated island where Azkaban was located.
In the dazzling silver light, it seemed that more and more silver-white bats were flapping their wings and soaring in the night that was instantly illuminated.
After briefly gathering together, the bats dispersed in an instant, casting silver light all over the isolated island and even covering the vast sea outside the island.
The silver light shines on the sparkling water waves, and every piece of water waves sways and sparkles, which is extremely beautiful.
Silvery-white bats shuttled through the air as if covered in silver gauze, spreading to every corner of the island at a rapid speed, gathering up the scattered Dementors one by one, and then expelling them into a concentrated area.
The Dementors instinctively realized that something was wrong and flew around with a feeling of uneasiness, but they were unable to break through the bright silver light at all.
Gradually, countless Dementors were held together by the silver light and squeezed together. They were locked in an enclosed silver ball of light and completely lost the space to fly.
They are like a group of ants that were forced into a bag, and the bag was tied by Dracula. The ants inside had no room to survive and could only gradually die in the torture of lack of oxygen and hunger...
"You're almost here, right? I'll give you a ride."
Dracula smiled gently, raised his hand, and snapped his fingers lightly.
A dark white flame suddenly rose up from under the silver ball of light, engulfing the densely packed Dementors in the ball of light.
I don't know if it's because the burning was too intense or the Patronus Charm compressed the Dementors too tightly.
With a loud bang, a silver ball of light suddenly bloomed.
It was like a firework of alternating white and silver, instantly cutting through the silent and dark night, or like a night-blooming cereus blooming in the middle of the night, bright and dazzling.
In such an isolated island that is always covered by dark clouds and storms, this unique firework is simply breathtakingly beautiful!
On the ground, Tonks looked at this magnificent scene with stars in her eyes.
"Wow! This is so beautiful!" Her hair had turned silver without her noticing, and she shouted excitedly, "Coach Moody, come and watch the fireworks with us!"
Under normal circumstances, Tonks would probably have been scolded by Moody for her fuss.
But today Moody had no time to educate this trainee Auror. He was even more horrified than Tonks!
"This is impossible..." Moody muttered.
There was a demon eye in his left eye socket, which was big and round, a bright blue color, and was spinning non-stop.
Moody tried to use his invincible magical eyes to see through this illusory scene. He couldn't believe that a dark creature like Dracula could use such a powerful Patronus Charm. He couldn't believe that a species classified as "non-existent" like Dementors could be destroyed artificially.
"This is impossible... Only those with pure hearts and full of joy can cast the Patronus Charm..." he murmured.
"Who stipulated that only those with pure hearts can cast the Patronus Charm?" a voice suddenly sounded.
Moody was rarely not vigilant and did not notice that Dracula had landed next to them.
He was startled and nervously raised his hand, wanting to attack Dracula, but found that the wand in his hand had already been thrown into the muddy soil by Voldemort's disarming spell.
"Why are you so nervous?" Dracula saw Moody's performance and laughed with interest, "Mr. Moody, right? Is it you who set the requirements for the use of the Patronus Charm?"
"This is common sense in the magic world!" Moody saw that he had no power to do it, so he could only say viciously, "The sacred magic of the Patronus Charm has a strong purifying effect on dark wizards and dark magic creatures. Many dark wizards will be devoured by the Patronus they cast in their ignorant attempts."
"I have to correct you on a few points, Mr. Moody—" Dracula folded his hands over his chest and chuckled, "First of all, I am not one of those dark wizards with little level. Don't compare me with them!"
"Secondly, what makes you think that my heart is not pure? Is it because of the dark aura I released before?"
Moody paused.
He suddenly realized that all the dark aura had been completely removed from Dracula at this moment, and he was completely different from the way he had been when he was brutally slaughtering Dementors.
"To be honest, the only thought in my mind is to regain my happiness. Isn't that pure enough?" Dracula said softly, "Besides, destroying those hateful Dementors makes me happy enough. Isn't that enough for me to cast the Patronus Charm?"
He patted Moody's shoulder meaningfully, then turned and walked towards Tonks, whose eyes were sparkling and full of admiration.
"What a coincidence, this enthusiastic lady. We meet again." Dracula chuckled and said to Tonks, "Thank you for telling me the exact time last time, otherwise I might have been deceived by an old man who likes to do bad things."
"No... You're welcome..." Tonks stammered.
Then she looked up at Dracula and asked curiously, "Are you...are you really the source of that dark aura at that time?"
Dracula raised his eyebrows with interest and chuckled, "Right. So, are you going to take me away?"
"Ah, no, no, no..." Tonks said quickly, "I feel... even if the entire Ministry of Magic were put together, we wouldn't be able to catch you, right?"
"Tonks, keep your mouth shut!" Moody finally picked up his wand and cane, walked up to him and shouted angrily.
"I'm telling the truth..." Tonks curled her lips secretly.
"I'll teach you a lesson when I get back!"
Moody glared at her fiercely with his normal right eye, then turned his head and looked at Dracula with his big magic eye, "Mr. Dracula, I heard that the new professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts is called Professor Dracula..."
"Yes, it's me." Dracula nodded.
"Well, since you can become a professor at Hogwarts, it seems that Albus is willing to believe in you." Moody said seriously, "Since he believes in you, our Auror Office will not embarrass you anymore."
"It's because they couldn't catch him, so they're trying to find a way out..." Tonks muttered to herself.
Although she was talking to herself, her voice was just loud enough for both Dracula and Moody to hear.
Moody's face was as black as coal. He pretended not to hear and continued, "Professor Dracula, I need to remind you that Dementors are under the management of the Ministry of Magic. Your action of attacking Dementors is actually an attack on the employees of the Ministry of Magic."
"Oh? Do you still want to avenge them?" Dracula asked expressionlessly.
"That's not what I meant. I just wanted to say that these creatures usually can't be killed physically," said Moody. "Even if you burned them to ashes with fire just now, as long as there are negative emotions in the world, they can never be completely eliminated."
"That is to say... Dracula, your actions just now may not have achieved the desired effect. Instead, it will intensify the conflict between you and those stubborn politicians in the Ministry of Magic!"
"So what?" Dracula smiled faintly.
"As long as I'm happy."
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