Professor The Vampire Earl of Hogwarts

In theory, Voldemort really has no reason to go to Albania to hibernate.

Ravenclaw's diadem had long been taken from a hollow tree in the forest by the young Tom Riddle, who later made it into a Horcrux, which remained in existence for decades. Displayed in the Room of Requirement at Hogwarts.

So he didn't come to Albania to find his Horcrux.

In addition, according to Nagini's memory, as Voldemort's only friend during hibernation, she did meet him in this forest after Voldemort died in Godric's Hollow.

In other words, Voldemort did not know the existence of Nagini before.

Nor did Voldemort come to Albania in search of his fellow Vipers.

In this way, there is likely to be something in this forest in Albania that can attract Voldemort, allowing him to drag a remnant soul that is worse than a ghost and weaker than a wandering spirit, and come here from a long distance.

What would that thing be?

Dracula frowned and remained silent for a long time.

He really couldn't imagine that there is anything worth paying attention to in this ordinary forest...

"Pickett, don't mess with other people's things!"

Newt's voice suddenly sounded, interrupting Dracula's thoughts.

Dracula lowered his head and saw a palm-sized animal with two small brown eyes standing on his cuff, fiddling with a delicate button.

The whole body of this little animal has the color of a wooden branch, and it seems to be composed of bark, leaves and twigs. If it is lying on a tree, it may be difficult to be found.

Hearing Newt's voice, Bowtruckle Pickett immediately withdrew his two slender tentacles-like claws, and stood obediently on Dracula's overlapping arms, looking at him innocently. Newt.

"Pickett seems to like you quite a bit, Professor Dracula." Newt smiled at Dracula.

He stretched out his hand forward, took Pickett to his index finger, raised his hand to his eyes, and looked at him dotingly.

"Does this Bowtruckle still have a name?" Dracula temporarily put aside his doubts about the Albanian forest and asked in surprise.

He turned his head to look at the guardian tree against which he was leaning.

The guardian tree is very similar to the common sorbus tree in the Muggle world. Many Bowtruckles like bark, leaves and twigs are lying on the slender branches, looking at Dracula below curiously, and some are kindly He jumped down from the tree to say hello to Newt.

Dracula looked back and forth between the Bowtruckles on the tree and Pickett standing on Newt's index finger, but he couldn't see any difference between these little things.

I don't know how Newt could tell the difference, but he could tell at a glance that the Bowtruckle he was talking about was Pickett.

"Does every Bowtruckle here have a name?" Dracula suddenly thought of a possibility, and looked at Newt in shock.

"It's not that exaggerated..." Newt looked at the Bowtruckle on his index finger, "But I did think about doing this when I was young, giving each magical animal a unique name."

"But when I got older, my memory was not as good as before, and I couldn't remember the names of every magical animal. In addition, choosing a name was never an easy task, so in the end it just didn't matter."

"But Pickett is different. He was one of the first animals to accompany me. During the Global Wizarding War decades ago, Pickett and Teddy helped me a lot. Especially in Germany That time when Theseus was rescued from Erkstag Prison..."

Unknowingly, there was nostalgia in Newt's eyes.

"Ah, I'm sorry, Professor Dracula." Newt suddenly reacted, and smiled apologetically at Dracula, "It's like this when you get old, you always like to miss the past."

"It's okay, I'm also very interested in things during the Global Wizarding War." Dracula shook his head lightly.

Dracula has discovered that the 100 years he spent in a deep sleep can probably be called the most magnificent 100 years in the magic world.

The global wizarding war triggered by Gellert Grindelwald, the wizarding war in the British wizarding world started by Voldemort, the three great wizards who appeared one after another in a hundred years...

Dracula missed it all at once.

Now, he is extremely curious about the stories of his sleeping period, but he can only use other people's dictation to constantly supplement his understanding of various major events that happened in the world during this period.

As a witness of the global wizarding war, Newt can even be regarded as one of the most important roles in it, and what he tells is naturally of high value.

It is precisely for this reason that Dracula invited Newt to his castle on a whim.

While the two were talking, several curious Bowtruckles quietly jumped down from the Bowtruck tree and landed on Dracula's shoulders. They each found a seat and sat down, sizing up Newt across the way.

"Professor Dracula, it seems that you are indeed very popular with Bowtruckles." Newt looked at this scene and said with some surprise, "I thought Pickett was just an exception..."

"Why, shouldn't I be loved by them?" Dracula glanced at the little creatures on his shoulders, and then leaned safely against the trunk of the guardian tree, giving them a safe environment.

"How should I put it..." Newt scratched his chin, "Bowtruckles are gentle and shy by nature, and usually don't get too close to people."

"As for Pickett, because he was injured when he was a child, I was taken care of and grew up, so he will appear clingy. But he is still quite rare."

"Also, there's one more thing I don't know if I should say..." Newt glanced at Dracula, hesitating in his words.

"Tell me, there's nothing you can't say." Dracula folded his hands on his chest with great interest, and said to Newt, "It's not like these little guys can be against me, right?"

Newt took another look at Dracula, focusing on Dracula's back against the trunk of the guardian tree.

"Bowtruckles won't do you any harm, but Bowtrucks do have the potential to..." he said. "If you've read A Thousand Wonderful Herbs and Fungi in Herbalism, you might know—"

"The Guardian Tree is a magical tree that protects those who touch its trunk from dark creatures."

Newt glanced at Dracula again, and said after deliberation: "But as far as I know, vampires should be a kind of dark creature, right?"

"So you're worried about this." Dracula laughed happily, "Mr. Scamander, apart from the features of a vampire, do you think I look like a dark creature?"

Newt looked around Dracula hesitantly, and after a moment, he slowly shook his head.

"If I didn't already know that you are a vampire, I really wouldn't be able to recognize any characteristics of dark creatures on your body." He said blankly, "Could it be said that vampires can also not be classified as dark creatures?"

Dracula slowly raised the corners of his mouth and smiled slightly.

"It's not like that, Mr. Scamander. I've always belonged to the dark, and that's never changed." He laughed, "But you know what? When I'm completely a part of the dark, then the dark never Can't affect me passively."

"Instead, I can control the darkness with my fingers, like this—"

In Newt's eyes, Dracula seemed to have suddenly changed his appearance.

Although the Lord Vampire Earl was still leaning against the tree trunk, he didn't move at all, and his expression was still smiling.

But in an instant, his whole body was enveloped by an evil and dark aura.

The black and red cloak is moving behind without wind, and blood is faintly flashing in the wine red eyes...

The next moment, the wind blows!

The Bowtruckles stepping on Dracula's shoulders jumped up in fright, jumped off their shoulders one by one, and climbed up the Bowtruck tree as if fleeing, their small brown eyes full of surprise and uncertainty.

The guardian tree swayed crazily in the strong wind, buds appeared on the slender branches, and the sorbus flowers bloomed almost at the same time!

Clusters of pure white sorbus flowers are swaying in the wind, and the whole guardian tree is like a heavy snowfall in the deep winter.

In Newt's eyes, the suitcase environment, which was just a colorful summer, seemed to change color in an instant, and his eyes were filled with bright white.The wind blows over Katsuyuki's flowers, as if pieces of shining crystals have been blown down.

Every flower is really surrounded by bright white light!These white lights squeezed and squeezed Dracula, trying to push this dark being away from his spotless territory.

However, Dracula still just smiled and remained motionless.

"See, Mr. Scamander," he said softly. "If I don't want to, no one will find out that I came from the darkness...not even the Warder Tree."

However, Newt barely heard Dracula's voice at this time, and all his eyes were focused on the guardian tree full of flowers.

This is the first time Newt has seen this magical tree that looks like a sorbus tree bloom!

"It's so beautiful!" Newt murmured, "It turns out that the flowers of the guardian tree are really the same as the sorbus."

The flowers of the Bowtruckle were still blooming, and the white light became more and more dazzling, as if it wanted to cover the isolated island specially built for the Bowtruckle.

At this moment, Newt's child hole suddenly shrank.

He saw that as the light shone, the flowers on the guardian tree began to wither gradually.

"Professor Dracula, stop!" Newt shouted hastily, "The magical power of the guardian tree is limited, it can't withstand the impact of such a strong dark breath!"

Dracula looked back in some surprise.

Sure enough, the branches and leaves of this guardian tree had gradually become wilted, and all the slender branches of the tree were drooping dryly.

Countless Bowtruckles jumped down from the tree in a panic, carrying many small bugs like wood turtles as food, and moved towards the Bowtruck next door.

Dracula straightened up and left the territory of the guardian tree.

"It seems that Hogwarts' herbalism textbook is still exaggerated." He looked back at the guardian tree whose light was slowly fading, and shrugged helplessly, "As long as you touch the trunk of this tree, you can How about protection from dark creatures?"

"But you are not an ordinary dark creature, Professor Dracula." Newt said dumbfoundedly, "I have seen scenes of guardian trees expelling dark creatures many times, but I really like the spectacular sight of a tree full of flowers. See you for the first time."

"In the two minutes just now, the magic power released by this guardian tree might have been able to drive away a group of werewolves, but it didn't seem to have any effect on you..."

Newt sighed with emotion, walked up to the guardian tree with his wand in his hand, and began to heal the tree with the magic of plant growth recovery.

Dracula also withdrew the dark aura around him, and approached the magic tree again.

I don't know if it's because I can't feel the dark breath of Dracula anymore, or because I know I can't expel this existence. This time, the guardian tree didn't respond to Dracula's approach.

"Professor Dracula, I think you may be remembered by the Bowtruckle." Newt said suddenly.

He was casting a spell on the Bowtruckle, and Bowtruckle Pickett, still on his forefinger, whined to him incessantly.

"Pickett is very dissatisfied with you, and his kind thinks the same way." Newt relayed to Dracula, "Pickett said that you destroyed their living environment, so don't even think about getting near here..."

"Hey, these little things think they can stop me?" Dracula looked at Pickett on Newt's index finger with interest, "As soon as I withdraw the dark power, they think they can do it again?"

"Come on, Professor Dracula." Newt said helplessly, "The little ones were forced to move after all, why don't you apologize to them?"

"Okay, for your sake." Dracula shrugged with a chuckle, "But I broke a whole tree, will my apology be forgiven by these little guys?"

"Can you try to make up for some gifts?" Newt said uncertainly, "Actually, the guardian tree is an excellent wand material and potion raw material, and many wizards will want to break some branches or leaves from this tree. ..."

"Usually, to remove leaves or wood from a tree guarded by a Bowtruckle, a wizard needs to give them some woodjack or fairy eggs. Bowtruckles prefer these two things as food."

"If it takes two wood turtles to break one branch..."

Newt glanced at the guardian tree with all its wilted branches, and swallowed, "Professor Dracula, you may have to prepare thousands of ground turtles or fairy eggs."

Dracula's face froze for a moment.

"Do you really want to be so serious?" He asked with a twitching corner of his mouth.

"Bowtruckles are very vengeful." Newt nodded sympathetically, "If Professor Dracula finds it troublesome, I can go digging with you. I'm quite experienced, and I should be able to do it in three or four days. Enough to dig."

Dracula took a deep breath, slightly bent his two fingers, and put them on his chin.

"Actually...it's not that troublesome." After a while, he suddenly said.

"Isn't it troublesome?" Newt looked at Dracula in astonishment, "Let's talk about it first, Professor Dracula, don't give the Bowtruckles the Bowtruckles created by the Copying Curse and Transfiguration, it will hurt them physical."

"I'm not so inhumane, I feed them magic creations." Dracula shook his head with a chuckle, "I really have a better way."

As he spoke, Dracula suddenly snapped his fingers.

A dark moon quietly floated beside the two of them, and there was a faint scene of a dense forest in the dark moon.

The next moment, tens of thousands of bats flapped their wings and appeared from behind Dracula, pouring into the dark moon like a black torrent, and all of them entered the forest in the dark moon.

Newt was taken aback by this large group of bats. He subconsciously blocked the Bowtruckle beside him, thinking that Dracula would use these bats to brutally dispose of the Bowtruckle...

"What are you doing, Mr. Scamander?" Dracula said to Newt, looking at Newt's movements with amused smile, "This moon leads to the Albanian forest outside the box. I let every Each bat helped me catch a wood turtle in the forest, wouldn't that solve the problem?"

"Oh, so that's what you thought." Newt heaved a sigh of relief, and let out the guardian tree behind him with embarrassment.

Dracula shook his head with a chuckle, and slowly closed his eyes.

In fact, Dracula's purpose in releasing the bats was not just to catch woodcutters for Bowtruckles, he would not do this for a group of small magical animals.

His most important purpose is to explore this seemingly ordinary forest with the sight of many bats.He wanted to find out what had attracted Voldemort's attention, and he had traveled thousands of miles from Godric's Hollow to Albania to hibernate.

Time passed by, one after another bats flew back from the dark moon.

Each bat held a wood turtle in its claws, threw it in front of the guardian tree, and then disappeared into trivial light spots.

The forests of Albania gradually became clear in Dracula's eyes, and every suspicious place was not overlooked.

Using the sonar-like hearing of bats, Dracula carefully inspected every corner, not even ignoring the most hidden caves and the most remote bushes.

However, he never found any special place in the forest.

Until the last bat returned to the world of the suitcase, the entire Albanian forest was also seen by Dracula.

He had to admit that this was indeed just an ordinary forest...

"Professor Dracula...Professor Dracula!"

Just then, Newt's voice interrupted Dracula's thoughts.

Dracula opened his eyes and looked at Newt, who was standing next to a large group of ground turtles, magically enclosing them so that the destined food insects would not have a chance to escape.

Next to Newt was a large field of Bowtruckles, dancing excitedly around the ground turtles, thanking them for the unexpected surprise.

"Pickett asked me to thank you for the Bowtruckle tribe, Professor Dracula." Newt smiled at Dracula, "He said that as long as you are willing to give them these foods, even if you take away the Bowtruckle It will be all right!"

Dracula froze for a moment, then shook his head with a smile.

Sure enough, even the most loyal guardian of the Bowtruckle, the Bowtruckle, couldn't resist the temptation of bread!

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