"But why is this happening?"
Looking at the flow of magic in his palm that was gradually merging with the dark grey curtain, Dracula frowned slightly.
There is no Silent Man in the Hall of Death, and nothing else but this old, dilapidated arch, so only within the arch is there enough energy to represent death.
But if this is the power that comes from death, then why is it the same source as the magic power that comes from darkness in my body
Then, Dracula suddenly chuckled.
"Whether it is death or darkness, why not take it back and have a look?"
Dracula could feel that although the connection between the magic power that was integrated with the curtain and him had become much weaker, it was still within his control.
Then, he rotated his palm slightly, and a black hole seemed to appear in the palm of his hand, sucking in the deep red magic power in front of him and the dark gray fluid on the curtain, forming a vortex of gray and red intertwined.
The curtains on the archway swayed without wind. As the black hole in Dracula's palm pulled, wisps of thin smoke floated out, and gradually a misty fog lingered in the entire hall.
The dark gray smoke and deep red magic flowed parallel to each other, sinking into Dracula's palm and slowly intertwining with the magic power in his body.
The next moment, Dracula's child's hole suddenly shrank.
He felt that the total amount of magic power that he thought had long since developed to its limit, the energy that had not changed at all for hundreds of years, suddenly showed a slight trend of growth!
The energy of death on the arch can actually be absorbed by Dracula and used for his own benefit!
And Dracula could sense that there was another mysterious space behind the arch, which contained an inexhaustible source of energy.
Dracula subconsciously took two steps forward, wanting to enter that space directly through the archway.
He is not like Voldemort, who actually has no big idea about becoming stronger. But he is interested in the changes that have not occurred in a long time, and wants to make some changes to this unchanging body.
So Dracula took a step forward...
"You don't want to go in there at this time."
Just as Dracula was about to step into the archway, a voice suddenly sounded behind him.
With Dracula's perception ability, he had not even noticed when another person appeared here.
He stopped and looked back in surprise.
I saw a figure standing in the mist, wearing a gorgeous red cloak with a long hood covering his face, leaving no trace of skin exposed to the air.
This look is really familiar.
Dracula: “…”
"I find it hard to imagine myself being this bored." Looking at the hooded figure in front of him, his expression was very strange. "Do you have to dress like this? Anyway, it's not like I don't know who you are."
“… We have to go through the formalities.” The hooded man was silent for a moment, then spoke in an unclear voice.
"… As long as you are happy." Dracula crossed his arms and curled his lips at him, "Then tell me why I don't want to go in there at this time? In fact, you should know that I really want to walk into that archway."
"Not yet." The hooded man said vaguely.
"But why can't you explain yourself clearly?" Dracula's mouth twitched. "I can't imagine that one day I would become a Riddler like you."
"There are many things you can't imagine!" The hooded man suddenly chuckled, and Dracula could even imagine the corners of his mouth curled up under the hood.
For the first time, he realized that when others saw the evil smile on his face, they would be as angry as he was now.
"Why are you keeping me in suspense when you have nothing better to do..." Dracula took out the time converter he had just obtained from the Time Hall from his pocket and curled his lips in disdain. "It's only five hours. Could there be some major changes that haven't been seen in over a thousand years?"
"Who told you that I came back from five hours later?" The hooded man said calmly, "I told you, there are many things you can't imagine."
Dracula Tong Kong suddenly shrank back, staring at the figure in the gorgeous red cloak.
He bought this outfit temporarily at Madam Malkin's clothing store in order to fight his past self, and he never wore it again except when he traveled through time.
It was obvious that this figure was once again the future Dracula himself.
But he couldn't tell how long in the future his future self had returned to the present.
If not five hours, then a day? Or a month? Or even a year or many years
If his future self really came back to the present from many years later, was he here just to stop his past self from walking into this arch
What's inside this arch
"Tell me, why won't you let me in?" Dracula asked directly.
"Haven't you ever thought about the true meaning of 'Hall of Death'?" the hooded man said softly.
"Doesn't it mean that the power of death is stored in it?" Dracula frowned, "I'm still wondering why my magic power and the power of death seem to come from the same source."
"But why didn't you think about how those wizards could store such a large amount of energy of time, the universe, love, and even death with their abilities?" the hooded man asked, "with their research level that is not even that of a 30-year-old?"
Dracula fell silent.
"Think about it, the Department of Mysteries existed long before the Ministry of Magic was established." The hooded man said, "Or rather, the Ministry of Magic was established here just for this Department of Mysteries."
"So... what's in here?" Dracula asked softly after a moment of silence.
"The curtain flutters constantly even without wind, because life is dying every moment in the world." The hooded man said, "And in this space, the stone steps that gradually descend around it represent the gradual aging of life..."
"Haven't you figured it out yet? What kind of place is behind the arch?"
Dracula turned his head and looked at the old and dilapidated archway, and a hint of realization gradually flashed in his eyes.
"I didn't expect that this archway is so important that I would find a way to travel back in time to stop myself from entering." He suddenly laughed, "But have you ever thought that the more people try to dissuade me, the more I want to go in and take a look!"
Before he could finish his words, and before the hooded man could react, Dracula suddenly turned around and stepped decisively into the dark gray curtain in the archway.
One step forward and change the world!
The first thing that catches your eye is a large sea of umbrella-shaped flowers with curled petals and no leaves.
Countless Lycoris radiata.
Dobby had planted a few in Dracula's office, and Andros had dozens in his secret place on the top of Mount Olympus, but none of them had ever been as shocking as the red petals that covered the ground.
The sky also turned completely dark gray, forming a sharp contrast with the bright flowers on the ground.
There was no sun in the sky, and a faint light was coming from somewhere, and a gloomy world appeared before my eyes.
At the end of the sea of flowers, tall mountains rose abruptly from the red ground, all of them seemed to be stained with scarlet blood, stretching into a continuous piece.
In the gloomy purgatory, endless skeleton shadows floated in the air, struggling to move their incomplete bodies from time to time.
Seven or eight huge mountains of dry bones stood tall, and endless blood-red rivers flowed among the corpses...
In the center of this space, there was a figure sitting on a throne of bones, with a dark cloak hanging behind him. Countless skull-like shadows filled the hem of the cloak, struggling and wailing non-stop, wanting to drag the owner of the cloak into the surrounding river of blood all the time, but they were like an ant trying to shake a tree, unable to move at all.
Even with Dracula's thousand years of experience, he never thought that he would see such a scene one day.
There was a hint of emotion in his eyes. He slowly raised his feet and walked towards the throne of bones in the distance through the endless sea of flowers.
Dracula was a little curious about who could live in such a hell.
Is it true that there really is a god of death in this world as the legend in "The Tales of Beedle the Bard" says
This feeling that disrupted his inherent cognition constantly stimulated Dracula's nerves, making him only have great interest in the new environment, without any awe or fear of the unknown.
As Dracula continued to go deeper, the cloak on the throne of bones began to sway slowly.
The figure on the throne raised his head, revealing a pair of dark gray eyes without any focus.
There was almost no flesh on his face, just a face made up of dry skin and bones, which was exactly the same as an ordinary skeleton, only more terrifying and more powerful.
"Such a dense darkness." The skull did not open its mouth, but an obscure and terrifying voice came out from its body. "It is really rare that such a dense darkness did not seek my help in the present world, but came directly here."
"Oh?" Dracula raised his eyebrows. "So... many people with darkness can still seek your help?"
"Of course. Without my help, how could they have obtained that kind of power that is so powerful that it should not belong to this world." The skull stood up proudly, raised his arm and waved, and the cloak was swung far away behind him.
His body was not as skinny as his face, but instead looked extremely strong. Coupled with his tall stature, he gave people a sense of oppression.
"You mean, your power doesn't belong to this world?" Dracula asked with interest.
"I don't belong to what you call the world." The skull said, "Since you have come to this world, don't you understand who I am?"
"Really?" Dracula shrugged. "So there really is such a thing as the Grim Reaper. I always thought it was made up by Beedle."
"Since you know that I am the God of Death, it would be fine if you don't submit to me, but you don't even know how to respect me?" Dracula's indifferent attitude made the God of Death a little angry, "Aren't you afraid of death, mortal?"
"Are you afraid of death?" Dracula sneered, "I'm tired of living. If you can help me die, you're awesome."
grim Reaper:"… "
He looked at Dracula carefully with his dark grey eyes, and his expression gradually darkened.
"So you are from the damned vampire race. You have the purest vampire blood flowing in your veins..." Death said in a cold voice, "How disgusting."
"What's wrong with the vampires?" Dracula frowned. "Aren't vampires just an ordinary race in the magic world?"
"An ordinary race?" The God of Death sneered, "If that were true, it would be fine, but unfortunately..."
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly skipped the previous topic and said, "Vampire boy, I really can't kill you. But I can definitely imprison you here for eternity, so that you can never escape from here!"
The Grim Reaper stretched out his hand. As he moved, it seemed as if the entire space was rotating with him, and an extremely powerful pressure acted on Dracula.
It was rare for Dracula to feel such strong pressure, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
“As expected of the God of Death, he’s really different from those earthly creatures.” He laughed wantonly, “Hahahaha… This is exciting enough!”
The blood-red light in Dracula's eyes flashed rapidly, and countless dark energies burst out from his body. The death power that permeated the space also merged with Dracula's own magic power, blowing the cloak behind him with a rustling sound.
Dracula suddenly spread his wings and flew into the air, driving a blood-red river to swirl around his body. He was able to mobilize the surrounding power in a short period of time and achieve a stalemate with the oppression of the entire space.
"It's useless, vampires, this is my home ground!" the Grim Reaper roared coldly.
The next moment, an even more violent aura suppressed them.
Dracula frowned and turned to look in the direction he came from. There should have been an old archway with dark gray curtains hanging in the sea of flowers, but now there was nothing.
"Oh, I'm not interested in staying here with you in boredom." Dracula's figure quickly retreated in the air, avoiding the area with the strongest power, and then summoned a lonely dark moon behind him.
"It's useless, this is not the world you are in, your space magic won't work." The Grim Reaper laughed wildly, and rolled up an even more violent storm.
However, at this moment, a ray of gray and red magic suddenly emerged from the shadow of Dark Moon. Dark Moon, which had been unable to contact the outside world, seemed to have found a coordinate in the endless fog and was located instantly!
When this strand of red and gray magic power appeared, the expression on the skull-like face of the Grim Reaper changed drastically.
"This is... This is... This ability is definitely not something you can possess! This is impossible..." He muttered, "Why... Blood Clan..."
Dracula didn't hear what the Grim Reaper said specifically, and he disappeared in the sea of red flowers accompanied by the dim moonlight.
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