Professor The Vampire Earl of Hogwarts

"Wait a minute!" Haierbo suddenly shouted, "Sir Dracula, I think we should have more room for cooperation."

"What cooperation space can I have with you?" Dracula glanced at him indifferently.

As he spoke, he shook his wand lightly, and summoned a bright red river.

The water flow meanders, and gradually condenses into a blood-colored water ball, firmly imprisoning Hai Erbo's body.

After Haierbo was confined in this secret realm by Andros, it was naturally impossible to obtain a new body, and the state he displayed now was like the state of Voldemort's soul body.

For Haierbo's soul state, Dracula naturally used the magic of the bloody water prison.

This magic has been successfully tested several times on Voldemort's soul body, and it works very well!

Sure enough, Haierbo's face changed, and his expression became anxious.

"Dracula, don't you have any interest in how I absorbed the power of the dementors?" he shouted hoarsely.

The shrinking speed of the Scarlet Water Prison slowed down a little.

"It's really curious." Dracula said with a light smile, "Then I'll give you ten seconds, tell me carefully, how did you absorb the power of the dementors that were wiped out from the outside world?"

"You must first agree to cooperate with me and help me get out of this cage. Otherwise, I won't tell you." Haierbo smiled treacherously, "Don't think I don't know that you want a white wolf with empty hands."

"But you are in front of me, there is no room for bargaining."

Dracula is not used to him.The bloody water prison spun again, contracting at an accelerated rate.

"Dracula, your magic can't threaten me!" Haierbo said hoarsely, "The worst thing I can do is die again. As long as my Horcrux is not destroyed, I will never really die!"

"But if you really disregard the friendship of our dark camp and insist on shooting at me—then you will never know my secret, and you will never know how I absorbed the power of the dementor!"

Dracula looked at Haierbo's swearing expression, his eyes moved slightly.

He swung his wand suddenly, breaking away the restraint of Haierbo from the bloody water prison, leaving only a ring of bloody ropes as crystal clear as ruby, and then he lifted his feet and took two steps forward.

"A wise choice, Sir Dracula." Haierpo smiled and nodded slowly, "You won't regret helping me."

However, Andros, who was standing next to Dracula, didn't look anxious at all.

Andros glanced at Dracula, seeing the half-smile on his face, he couldn't help but look at Haierpo with a pitiful expression.

The poor pioneer of the dark wizard still maintains a confident look, thinking that the release of the bloody water prison means that Dracula is ready to regain his identity in the dark camp and cooperate with him.

In Haierbo's view, no matter how powerful Andros was in the past, he is still the same as himself now, just a broken soul body with an empty soul and no corresponding body. Naturally, it cannot be a German with a complete body. Gura's opponent.

Therefore, as long as Dracula and himself reach a cooperation, the two can easily get rid of the blockade of this secret realm, and even conversely trap Andros in this prison.

Thinking of this, Haierbo unconsciously wore a smug smile on his face.

However, at this moment, a burning sensation that stings the soul suddenly emerged from the depths of Haierbo's soul.

He lowered his head in astonishment, only to find that white flames were burning everywhere on the bloody rope wrapped around him without exception.

This kind of flame seems to have no temperature, but it seems to be able to burn to the soul, trying to burn people to ashes.

"Dracula, what are you doing?!" Hai Erbo shouted in shock.

Seeing the happy and smiling expression in front of him, Haierbo realized that Dracula never planned to cooperate with him.Instead, Dracula didn't even want to make his death too easy.

"Helbo, are you worthy of threatening me?" Dracula raised the corners of his mouth and smiled recklessly, "Since you don't want to say it, then don't say it. I will be able to find out your secret sooner or later, no In a hurry."

"Trust me, Dracula. You'll regret what you did today!"

Hai Erbo saw that Dracula refused to accept, and finally no longer expected to cooperate with him. He just stared at him and uttered harsh words coldly.

"Don't worry, I have a long life, but there are really few things that I can regret." Dracula said with a light smile.

In this way, as Dracula and Haierbo looked at each other, the wretched old man was constantly being burned by the dark white flames, gradually becoming illusory and transparent.

Haierbo was burned by the flames, and the corners of his mouth twitched from time to time, but he insisted on keeping his lips tightly shut, without uttering a painful roar, maintaining his last decency.

Finally, Haierbo's soul body was completely burnt out, and the entrance of the copied version of the Parthenon Temple in front of him became empty, only a few silver-white rays of light representing the patron saint were still floating quietly.

"Thanks to you today, my old friend, otherwise I might have played hide and seek with him for many years before I could catch him." Andros stepped forward and patted Dracula on the shoulder .

Dracula took an annoyed step to the side, avoiding Andros' slapping hand without any trace.

"Actually, I've been a little bored recently. I came to see you on a whim. I didn't expect such a thing to happen." Dracula said to Andros, "And after all, it was I who killed the dementors that caused Haier Bo The strength of your body has increased, so I should solve this guy for you."

"It's strange to say these years." Andros stretched out his hand, stroking his funny beard worryingly, "I don't know why Hai Erbo, his soul power has not weakened over the years, but has become more and more powerful." stronger."

"I can only use a special method to continuously strengthen my patron saint, so that I can barely compete with Hai Erbo."

He pointed to the giant patron saint who seemed to be as tall as a mountain, "Look, isn't my patron saint much bigger than before?"

"It's really obvious." Dracula nodded in agreement, "I was still surprised when I first came here. How did you still maintain such an optimistic attitude after 2000 years have passed, and the Patronus does not shrink? It went up instead?"

"That can't be helped, my mentality is really good, you can't compare it!" Andros patted his chest proudly, "You don't even look at who taught you the Patronus Charm!"

Dracula's mouth twitched violently twice.

He took a deep breath, barely suppressed the urge to beat this guy up, and said through gritted teeth, "Don't tell me, just keeping your mind can magnify the Patronus to such a degree..."

"Oh...that's certainly not the case." Andros sighed and explained to Dracula, "In order to limit a Hai Erbo, I still don't know whether what I have done these years is right or wrong. "In fact, I squeezed the magical potential of this area in advance!" He said slowly.

Dracula stopped in his tracks.

"So is this the real reason why the Greek magic world is gradually declining?" He frowned and asked softly.

"I can't think of any other reason for the decline of a magic world to such an extent." Andros smiled self-deprecatingly, "For one person, betting on the future of a magic world, who knows whether it is a profit or a loss? Woolen cloth?"

"But how did you do it?" Dracula took another step and followed Andros's footsteps, "I have lived for so long, and I have never heard of this kind of magic that can squeeze the potential of an area .”

"If this kind of powerful magic falls into the hands of those dark wizards with evil intentions, wouldn't they use the safety of the magic world to pave the way for their own strength promotion?"

"It's not that simple..." Andros shook his head slightly, "The conditions for this kind of magic to take effect are actually too harsh—"

This magic that squeezed the potential of the Greek magic world can be traced back to the birth of the secret realm on the top of Mount Olympus.

During the ancient Greek period in the [-]th and [-]th centuries BC, in order to completely imprison the unkillable Hai Erbo, Andros specially led the entire prosperous Greek magic world and built a huge secret realm——

That is, the secret place on the top of Mount Olympus.

In this secret realm, countless buildings that the Greek people had spent a lot of manpower, material and financial resources to construct were duplicated by wizards in the secret realm.

These buildings are not so much a copy of external buildings, but rather a spiritual projection of external buildings and creatures.

This is also the origin of this magnificent building complex in the secret realm.

Most of these buildings are ancient Greek temples, which contain the beliefs of countless human beings in the gods, and also contain the most ardent expectations of wizards and commoners in the magic world for Andros to defeat Haierbo.

One building after another was used as the foundation of the formation, and they were arranged together to form a magic circle full of magic power, sealing Haierbo's soul in this powerful magic circle.

And the core of the magic circle is the giant patron saint incarnated by Andros!

During Andros' fight against Haierbo for more than 2000 years, Andros' power gradually weakened over time, but Haierbo's soul power continued to grow for unknown reasons.

Under the ebb and flow, Andros gradually became unable to suppress Hai Erbo.

For this reason, he borrowed the power of the projection of that building, and used his little power to communicate with the original building outside, connecting the beliefs of ordinary wizards in this land.

In the end, with the help of outsiders' beliefs, Andros once again gained the power to rival Hai Erbo.

However, people's beliefs are not endless.

As time went by, the power of this belief became weaker and weaker, until this belief could no longer support the confrontation between Andros and Haierbo, the formation automatically absorbed the foundation of the Greek magic world——

Escaping magic!

Therefore, the total amount of magic power in the Greek magic world is getting less and less, and the wizards born here are getting weaker and weaker. Even the local magic school can only teach in the thin magic power, and can no longer train as good as before. talent.

This is the root cause of the decline of the Greek magic world.

"So, the way Haierbo wanted to tell me about absorbing the power of dementors just now is the same reason why his soul power keeps growing over time?" Dracula asked, frowning.

"Very likely." Andros nodded helplessly.

"Then why didn't you stop me from killing him just now?" Dracula glared at Andros, "If you can get him out, maybe there will be a solution to the problem, and you don't have to continue to squeeze the Greek magic world. potential."

"Don't worry, Hai Erbo and I have been fighting for more than 2000 years anyway, and I know him well." Andros shook his head instead, "That dog can't be honest. Even if he really tells you his The secret, nine times out of ten, is also wrong, or at least something is being concealed."

"If you want me to say...it's better to think of a solution by yourself than to listen to Haierbo's nonsense!" He smiled in relief, as if he didn't feel the slightest regret.

"Now I have to admit that your mentality is really outstanding." Dracula praised, "No wonder you can cast the largest Patronus Charm in the world."

"Hahaha, it's a pity that the size of the Patronus Charm is not necessarily related to strength." Andros laughed, "Didn't you always use this to laugh at me? I don't know if I am invincible or not. Anyway, I am very happy to know."

"Now I want to know how you will explain to the minister of the Greek Ministry of Magic." Dracula raised the corners of his mouth gloatingly, "Albert is bald because of worrying about the magic world, I'm curious how you will Face him."

He pointed forward, pointing to Andros the bald middle-aged man standing with Newt.

Andros's smile froze on his face.

"To be honest, I don't want to lie to him." After a long silence, he sighed deeply, "I'm going to tell him the truth. If the minister hates me, I will admit it."

Andros laughed at himself, and walked straight in the direction of Abertel.

"One more question, do you speak modern Greek?" Dracula suddenly stopped him from behind.

"Of course I will." Andros gave a thumbs up behind him. "However, I have been communicating with various temples in the outside world. Learning the language of a descendant is not that complicated."

Dracula shrugged, and watched Andros from a distance, pulling Albertel, the current minister of the Greek Ministry of Magic, away from Newt, and chatting with him next to the low wall.

Alberto looked at the ancient Greek hero with admiration at first, but then he didn't know what Andros said, and Alberto became filled with righteous indignation.

After another conversation, Abertel sat down on the ground with no image, scratching his own few hairs with his fingers in pain.

In the end, Albertel leaned against the low wall and sat on the rippling ground without love, no matter how anyone called him, he did not respond.

"Professor Dracula, what happened to Albert?" Newt walked to Dracula and asked worriedly.

"Maybe it's the collapse of faith?" Dracula sighed softly.

"Let him sit alone for a while, this kind of thing has to be seen by himself."

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