Professor The Vampire Earl of Hogwarts

A new term begins, and with it comes news of Nicole Flamel.

"You mean... the black air left by Haierbo is almost identical to Moran?" Dracula said in surprise, looking at the bronze mirror engraved with phoenix embossment in front of him.

Lemay's old and thin face appeared in the bronze mirror. At this time, his originally amiable and smiling expression all the year round appeared extremely dignified.

"That's true." He said, "Whether it is from the magic power reserve or the characteristics of the two energies, it can be found that the two energies have very similar characteristics."

"I don't know if anyone else has had the idea of ​​comparing these two energies before, but at least in the past 600 years, I have never seen the energy produced by a black magic item like a Horcrux. It is too rare."

"Compared to Horcruxes, Moran may be more widely known, but it is also not common, and wizards who have the opportunity to observe Moran's energy characteristics are even rarer..."

Flamel looked into Dracula's eyes through the bronze mirror, "So I guess, Newt may be the first wizard to discover the similarity between these two energies!"

Dracula frowned slightly.

He held the phoenix mirror in one hand, and with the other hand he pushed open the front door of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, looking at the little wizards who were sitting upright amidst the melodious ringing of the class bell.

"Self-study in this class, you read the book and review what you have learned before, and take a class test in the next class." He said to the little wizards.

Afterwards, Dracula slammed the classroom door shut, and returned to the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office along the stairs connected to the classroom, leaving only the little wizards in the classroom looking at each other.

"Hey, Potter, come Wes, does Professor Dracula often let us study by ourselves?"

Rolf Scamander, who had been moved back by Dumbledore from the first year to the second year, sat in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom and asked a pair of Gryffindor tablemates next door.

"You can be lucky, Scamander." Ron quietly looked towards the front of the classroom, making sure that the classroom door was completely closed, and then said to Rove with confidence, "Professor Dracula rarely let us Self-study, if you take a self-study class, there must be something else that aroused his interest and made him lazy to go to class."

"You just came here, and you may not realize how cruel Professor Dracula's class is. It's really lucky to have a self-study class in the first period of the new semester!"

"Is Professor Dracula's class so cruel?" Seeing Ron's cautious expression, Rove was a little dazed, "Is it possible that you are overreacting? I heard from my grandfather that Professor Dracula is very powerful?"

Rove has only taken the Defense Against the Dark Arts class taught by Riddle at Hogwarts so far, and has not listened to Dracula's class.

Not only the classroom, after Dracula gave himself a vacation very capriciously, even the duel club he hosted was in a state of suspension. I understand Ron's caution too well.

"That's because you haven't participated in Professor Dracula's physical training!" Harry also turned his head to look at Rove, and whispered to him, "Now that Professor Dracula is back, the Dueling Club should reopen, you can Come and meet."

"Believe me, as long as you have participated in the dueling club's devil training, you will never forget the horror of Professor Dracula!" He assured Rove, patting his chest.

"Harry, Ron, it's class time!" At this moment, Hermione, who was sitting in the front row with disheveled hair, turned around and scolded in a low voice with a serious face.

Harry quickly picked up the quill, pretending to be studying.

Ron, on the other hand, was even more irritating, elongated his tone, and responded in a drawn-out tone:

"Got it, Her--mione--!"

After Hermione turned around, Harry and Ron got together again, whispering again in a lower voice...

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After returning to the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office, Dracula thought about it, and felt that he couldn't tell through a mirror, so he simply teleported to Paris.

51 rue Montmorency, LeMay House.

As a dark moon quietly emerged, Dracula's figure appeared in the living room of this house that has experienced more than 500 years of vicissitudes.

As soon as Dracula walked out of the dark moon, he walked towards the left wall of the living room familiarly, and pushed open an old and simple door.

Inside this door is a studio. There are a lot of things in it, and it looks a bit messy, but if you look closely, you can find a special order of arrangement.

There is a cabinet in the studio. Inside the cabinet are large and small glass vials and tubes. An open padlocked book with a phoenix embossed on it stands upright against the edge of the cabinet.

The opened pages are connected to the phoenix embossed bronze mirror in Dracula's hand, and an elegant picture frame on the page is connected to the mirror, showing the figure of Dracula and the scene inside the studio.

"Nico, how did you come to that conclusion?"

Dracula put away the bronze mirror casually, and walked quickly to Nico Flamel's side.

At this time, Le May was sitting on a chair next to a workbench, looking solemnly at the table full of complex alchemy items.

"Brad, come here." He glanced at Dracula, pointed to an alchemy balance on the workbench exuding metallic luster, "You should know the use of this balance, it can analyze two difference between different kinds of substances.”

"Well, I know." Dracula nodded, "As long as the volumes of the two substances are the same, this balance can distinguish the differences in their magic power, quality, and composition content."

"It seems that you haven't forgotten all the alchemy in the past 100 years of sleep." Even though Lemay's expression was still a little dignified, he still couldn't help joking with his old friend.

"Don't bother you, my memory is very good." Dracula shrugged, "Hurry up and show me your results, it stands to reason that I should be in class right now!"

"You came here while you were still in class?" Flamel glanced at Dracula in surprise, but nodded knowingly the next second, "Oh, if it was you, would it be normal?"

He picked up a glass bottle from the side of the scale, picked a wisp of black mist out of the bottle with his wand, and placed it on the left end of the scale.

After the black air entered the scope of the balance, it seemed to be enveloped by a magical force immediately, unable to escape the balance tray with only one plane.

At the same time, the left tray of the balance also sank slowly.

"This is what you sent over, the black gas generated during Hai Erbo's resurrection collected from Mount Olympus," LeMay said.

Afterwards, he closed the cap of the glass bottle and picked up another test tube, which also contained a cloud of black mist.

"This is the sample of Moran that I asked Newt for." Flame introduced to Dracula, "But Moran has lost its host, but it still retains a shallow consciousness, and there is still the possibility of riots."

"In order to prevent a silent riot, I could only ask Newt to calm down his emotions, and then collected a very small number of samples very carefully. The sampling here is all."

In order to prevent waste, he used his magic wand to very carefully stir up a wisp of mist that was sampled from Mo Ran's body, and immediately asked Dracula to help cap the bottle of the test tube, and then put the sample on the right side of the balance. on the side tray.

Then, Flamel turned a knob on the top of the balance slightly.

Several different letters were engraved on the knob, and he twisted a letter "W," or "weight," to face him.

The tall tray on the right side of the balance gradually descends, while the tray on the left side slowly rises.

In the end, the two pallets stayed at almost the same height.

"The quality of the two samples is basically the same," LeMay said.

Dracula nodded, and reached out his hand to change the direction of the knob on the top of the balance for Flamel.

Now, the " which represents "magic power (na)" is facing the front.

The trays on the left and right sides floated up and down for a while, and finally kept almost the same height.

"Among the two samples of the same volume, the magic power content is basically the same, right?" Dracula asked in a deep voice.

"That's right, and it's more than that." Flame nodded slightly, and turned the knob to another direction...

In the end, Dracula saw on this alchemy balance that the samples on both sides were almost the same in terms of quality, density, toughness, and magic power content.

This can completely prove that the black air produced by Hai Erbo and the misty object in Mo Ran's body are exactly the same energy component.

"Have you discovered the reason for this?" Dracula asked with some doubts, "I don't see any similarities between the two except that they both belong to the category of black magic."

"It's not clear yet." Le May shook his head and said, "It's a pity that there are no more samples of other energies, otherwise we might be able to analyze the connection between them."

Dracula supported his chin with two fingers, looked at the samples on both sides of the balance, and frowned slightly.Although these two different energies are both black, and although they are both gaseous or foggy objects floating in the air, their shapes and appearances are quite different——

The black gas produced during Haierbo's repeated resurrection is a kind of gas. If you have to use other substances to describe it, you can only say that it is roughly similar to the black smoke emitted from the chimneys of Muggle factories.

But the silent black mist is different.

The black mist in Mo Ran's body is often covered by a layer of transparent oily substance. After cutting open this shell, it can be found that the black mist inside is not just misty, but the black particles in it sometimes condense together to form flocs objects.

Therefore, the difference between the two substances is quite easy to identify if judged only by the naked eye.

However, under Newt's keen observation, its deep energy form was discovered.After being weighed by Flamel's alchemy balance, it was discovered that the two substances that were originally irrelevant were the same!

Seeing that Dracula was lost in thought and did not say a word for a long time, LeMay acted first, preparing to receive the two hard-won energy samples into corresponding glass bottles and test tubes.

"Wait, don't accept it yet."

Dracula said suddenly.

The wand that had stirred up the black air stagnated in the air, and Le May paused for a moment, then turned to look at Dracula.

"Anything new?" he asked.

"I want to make another set of comparisons." Dracula said softly, looking at the alchemy balance in front of him.

He removed his left hand resting on his chin, and stretched out his slender and white index finger to the left tray that had been emptied by Flamel.

A mass of blood-red energy condensed at Dracula's fingertips, pouring out all on the tray on the left.

Originally, without the support of the sample, the raised left tray slowly descended as the blood-red energy expanded and expanded until it remained at the same level as the right tray.

Dracula withdrew his index finger on the left tray, with a rare dazed expression.

Flamel looked at the alchemy balance in astonishment, but found that the volume of energy on the trays on both sides was exactly the same!

"This is……"

"This is the purest dark energy in my body." Dracula said softly.

He stared blankly at the two ends of the balance, then raised his hand and glanced at his fingertips, and slowly expressed his conclusion.

"It's actually like this... Are all the energies belonging to darkness the same substance?" Dracula murmured.

Flamel hesitated, then reached for the right tray of the scale with his wand.

"I haven't finished all the comparison cases, so I can't just draw conclusions like this." He said, "Try to replace Moran with Haierbo's black energy."

The black mist that fluttered around the tip of the wand before it could be put into the glass bottle was placed on the tray on the right, and then the black mist extracted from Mo Ran's body was picked up from the tray by Flamel's wand.

Due to the energy changes on both sides, the balance shook slightly for a moment.

As time passed, the shaking became smaller and smaller.

Eventually, both ends of the balance stop at the same level.

"That's true, Brad, the dark energy in your body is almost the same as Hai Erbo's black energy." Flame took a deep breath and said slowly.

"So...all the different types of dark energy are actually the same substance, is that what you mean?" Dracula asked with a frown.

"Probably." LeMay smiled softly, "If this is the reason, then the experiment we made seems to have no practical significance other than adding a paper definition to the theory of black magic. gone."

"Perhaps." Dracula curled his lips noncommittally, "I want to know more now, what is the reason why the dark energy comes from the same source?"

"It's hard to answer such an overly broad question, Brad." LeMay said with emotion, "But this doesn't seem to be a problem for you. Your time is almost unlimited, and one day you will be able to figure out this question .”

"Similarly, if you really want to understand this matter, then the life that has always made you feel boring seems to have some other meaning." Flame chuckled softly.

Dracula shook his head slightly.

His eyes were particularly deep, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

……

The night in the Scottish Highlands is like being dyed ink with a brush, and the sky and the earth are painted with strokes.

A cold winter moon slowly outlines a floating shadow from the sky.

On the east side of Hogwarts Castle, there is a Whomping Willow tree that was damaged by two naughty little wizards last semester. It has been restored under the careful care of Professor Sprout, and its branches are shaking in the cold wind. , as if dancing some trendy dance.

The cold wind beat against the windows of the castle, causing the window panes to shake and rattle.

Two little wizards with fiery red hair and identical looks passed by the shaking window, chatting with their dark-skinned roommate about all kinds of interesting things about today with a playful smile.

"Li, have you heard that Professor Dracula gave the students a self-study class for a day today!" George put his arm around Lee Jordan's shoulder with an inscrutable look.

"Really?" Lee Jordan had a black question mark on his face, with a disbelieving expression on his face, "Professor Dracula disappeared for so long, and he gave self-study to the students just after he came back?"

"Of course it's true." Seeing Lee Jordan's skeptical expression, Fred said a little unhappy, "Don't you trust the news channels of the two of us?"

"That's not what I meant..." Lee Jordan quickly waved his hand and explained, "I just never thought that Professor Dracula would do this at all. Is he getting impatient with the lecture and starting to mess up?"

Even though he didn't deal with Dracula like the Wesley twins, Lee Jordan still has his own understanding of his Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

In fact, after more than a year of getting along, almost every student at Hogwarts has a certain understanding of their professor Dracula, and they all understand several characteristics of Dracula——

First, Professor Dracula is very strong, very strong, very strong, and the weakest is no weaker than Principal Dumbledore, because the old principal seems to have nothing to do with the professor's willful behavior;

Second, Professor Dracula is very lazy. If he can lean against the wall, he will never stand. If he can lie down, he will definitely create a bed for himself;

Third, and most importantly, Professor Dracula is boring and never only interested in interesting things.

According to the discoveries made by the little wizards in more than a year, they realized that Professor Dracula's coming to Hogwarts to give lectures was probably just a game of tricks, and waiting for the day to teach this job would not give him enough If he is not attractive, he will probably abandon his students and leave Hogwarts very capriciously...

This is why Lee Jordan believes that Dracula has begun to grow impatient with the lectures.

"By the way, do you guess that the duel club will be held on time tonight?" Lee Jordan asked, "I haven't participated in Professor Dracula's devil training for two months, which is a good thing, but why do I feel a bit inexplicable?" miss it?"

"I guess you just have an itchy skin, and you'll be fine with a beating." Fred said with a smirk, "I can help."

Lee Jordan's already dark face became even darker. He kicked Fred's ass, and after being easily avoided by Fred, his expression looked a little depressed.

"We think that Professor Dracula will not leave so easily." George was a little more reliable than Fred, and answered another question from Lee Jordan, "When we first started last school year, I made a bet with Professor Dracula!"

"Professor Dracula bet that he can teach us until we graduate. If he just leaves, wouldn't those Galleons be completely owned by us?"

Having said that, George smiled.

"Forget it, I knew I wouldn't be able to ask you two." Lee Jordan gave the twins a middle finger, and continued to walk forward, "Let's go, when we get to the auditorium, we will know that the Dueling Club is still closed. "

The three walked into the tall gate of the auditorium together.

The duel platform in the middle of the auditorium was erected for a long time, and the tall and straight figure of Dracula was standing in the center of the stage.

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