Dracula crossed his arms and looked at Snape's raised wand with an amused look on his face.
"Do you mean to fight me, Professor Snape?" he asked with a chuckle.
Snape ignored him and solemnly held his wand upright in one hand in front of him, staring straight at Dracula in front of him.
The standard stance for initiating a duel.
Seeing this, Dracula put away his playful expression, and a hint of reminiscence flashed in his eyes.
"A wizard duel? It's really a long-lost etiquette."
Then, he also took out his eerie wooden wand, which he rarely did, and held it upright in front of his body.
During the bowing session before the duel, Snape was a little perfunctory and only half-bent down, while Dracula even lowered his head carelessly, and then the duel between Hogwarts professors began.
"Expelliarmus!"
Snape swung his wand first.
A bright red light illuminated the dark Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, making Dracula's wine-red eyes appear as red as blood.
Dracula raised his wand and easily threw the disarming spell aside, allowing it to blow the tables and chairs around him into pieces.
The red light faded and the classroom became dim again.
"Don't test me. Your strength should be more than this, right?" Dracula looked at Snape and challenged him casually.
Snape did not reply, but kept changing the direction of his attack. At the same time, he kept shaking the wand in his hand, casting one ordinary attack spell after another towards Dracula.
The Petrification Spell, the Stunning Spell, the Disarming Spell... these basic spells that had hardly changed in the past few hundred years shot out continuously from the tip of Snape's wand, and were then picked up by Dracula one by one, like flowing water, without the slightest pause.
Faced with these basic spells, the expression on Dracula's face became more and more impatient. In the end, he was too lazy to even use his wand. He just stretched out his hand and caught those ordinary spells in his palm.
"Are these the only basic spells you can use?" he said impatiently, "If your next attack is still this boring, then this duel is over."
Dracula raised his magic wand. A dark moon suddenly rose behind him, making his silver hair look like a dream.
Next, a crescent-shaped blade of light silently emerged from the moonlight and attacked Snape.
There was silence in the classroom, and in this silence, the crescent moon was so fast that it was difficult to catch with sight!
Snape subconsciously cast an armor spell, creating a transparent barrier in front of him, and at the same time extended his wand and pointed it forward -
"Sectumsempra!"
The next moment, the crescent moon hit the barrier created by the Armor Charm, instantly smashing it into pieces. Snape flew backwards along with the barrier, knocking over countless tables, and finally crashing heavily into the classroom door behind him.
And the hidden ripples released by Snape at the last moment also flew in front of Dracula in an instant.
Dracula's eyes moved slightly, showing a hint of curiosity about this spell he had never seen before. He raised his hand, wanting to grasp the hidden colorless ripple in his hand.
With a "dong" sound, the door made a heavy muffled sound, and Snape's body fell to the ground, his face turning extremely pale in an instant.
At the same time, Dracula's slender palm also shrank reflexively.
He lowered his head slightly and looked at his palm - at this moment, there was a straight and narrow bright red blood line clearly visible on the palm!
The blood line was healing, but it was not as efficient as the healing speed of vampires in the past when they were injured. Instead, it was shrinking little by little, like a slowly burning fuse, or a trail of water gradually evaporating under the sun.
"Interesting spell, did you create it yourself?" Dracula looked away from his palm and chuckled.
"It has nothing to do with you." Snape leaned weakly against the door of the classroom, covering a wound on his waist, and said coldly.
Dracula didn't take it as an offense at all. With a smile on his face, he walked slowly towards Snape, over the ruins of tables and chairs.
"Professor Snape, I always thought you were a typical Slytherin, not an impulsive person." He slowly walked to Snape's side, squatted down, and a soft white light flashed in his hand. "No matter what, the best way for you is definitely not to challenge me alone, let alone without knowing my background."
Snape wanted to say a few more words to defend himself, but then he was shocked to find that the wound on his waist that had just been cut by Dracula's crescent was now healing at an extremely exaggerated speed.
"If you ask me, you should have reported to the headmaster after you began to doubt me. This is more like the selfish style of Salazar Slytherin." Dracula continued, "But you finally came to me, which means that Headmaster Dumbledore believed in me and he did not agree with your inference."
Snape remained silent.
"Then there is another problem. Even if the headmaster denies your inference, it is unlikely that you will rashly come over to duel with me. Professor Snape is not as idle as me and wants to find some excitement, right?"
In a short while, Snape's wound had completely healed. If it weren't for the cut on his wide wizard robe, it would be hard to tell that he had a serious wound on his waist.
"You think too much. I'm just angry about the humiliation I suffered at the entrance of the great hall and I just want to save my face." Snape said coldly.
He threw his sleeves heavily and stood up from the floor, showing no appreciation for Dracula's treatment.
Dracula was half-crouching on the ground, and just when Snape was shaking his sleeves, he glanced up and vaguely saw... there seemed to be a tattoo on his left wrist
With his excellent night vision and memory, Dracula vaguely recognized the pattern of the tattoo - it seemed that the main body was an ugly skull, with a python coming out of the skull's mouth like a long tongue.
"Is this... the Dark Mark?" Dracula was stunned.
Flamel had seen this pattern in the newspapers of recent decades that he had collected on a bookshelf.
Then, Dracula thought of Snape's behavior which was contrary to the normal behavior of the Serpentine Institute, and his eyes lit up and he showed a look of understanding.
…
In the darkness, Snape did not notice the change in Dracula's expression.
After standing up, he walked towards the door of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom woodenly, but the scene of his conversation with Dumbledore in the headmaster's office twenty minutes ago involuntarily emerged in front of his eyes...
…
…