Professor The Vampire Earl of Hogwarts

Facing Dracula's question, the hooded figure didn't respond, but slowly raised the magic wand in his hand that looked like an ordinary branch.

Dracula's mouth curled into a smile, and he also raised his wand.

In the next instant, two spells of different colors, one black and one red, were cast at the same time, colliding violently.

A gust of violent wind centered on the place where the spell collided, and spread out rapidly, blowing the robe behind Dracula and the hooded man's cloak.

The two spells stalemate for a moment, and the pitch-black light beam cast by Dracula gradually gained the upper hand, slowly pushing the opposite crimson beam towards the direction of the hooded man's wand.

"Are you just like that?" Dracula chuckled, raised his left hand to cast another spell without a stick, and defeated the enemy on the opposite side in one fell swoop.

However, the next action of the hooded man was completely beyond his expectation!

The hooded man seemed to have expected that Dracula would use his left hand to make up a spell, and before Dracula raised his hand, he swung his wand violently, deflecting the two stalemate spells from their original direction and throwing them towards his body side.

Just like a prophet, the spell thrown to the side coincided with the magic cast by Dracula's left hand, which interfered with the operation of the spell, and made him narrowly avoid the message. Ben Lei's offensive.

However, in Dracula's view, the hooded man's evasion may not be called dangerous and dangerous, but it should be said that there is no trace of extra movement... An attack that can be avoided by taking half a step, there is no need to take a full step step!

The Hooded Man's next actions confirmed Dracula's conjecture.

After evading the curse, without a moment's pause, the hooded man keenly took advantage of the almost imperceptible gap between Dracula's two attacks, instantly changed his figure, and appeared in Dracula. Gula behind.

Although Dracula was a little surprised, he reacted quickly and set up a barrier behind his back that could interfere with the transmission of magic power for a short time.

No matter what kind of magic it is, it will be affected by this barrier and completely deviate from the original route.

However, the hooded man was once again like a prophet, he did not use any magic, but instead raised his left hand and punched Dracula.

There was a look of surprise in Dracula's eyes, and then he sneered, and lightly raised one palm to meet the opposite fist.

It's really rare that there are still people in the magic world who would choose to compete with Lord Vampire Earl in physical strength!

So is this a werewolf?

Dracula looked curiously at the figure of the figure wrapped in the cloak, and felt that although his figure was not thin, there was still a big gap between him and the exaggerated physique of a werewolf.

What's more, it's not a full moon night, and the werewolf's physical ability can't be used at all.

He was no longer distracted, ready to grab his opponent's fist and capture him directly.Just take off his hood and everything will be revealed.

The slender white palm collided with the fist in the thick glove, and the slender fingers bent slightly, buckling towards the fist wrapped in the glove.

However, in the next moment, an incredible look appeared in Dracula's eyes.

A powerful force that was not inferior to him came from the opponent's fist, and with such overwhelming momentum, Dracula, who had completely underestimated the enemy, pushed back several steps before stopping.

"Who the hell are you?"

The curiosity in Dracula's eyes was completely aroused, and he looked at the hooded man opposite him with scorching eyes, as if a scorching flame was burning in his wine red eyes.

The hooded man still didn't say a word, kicked out a whip kick, and rushed forward relentlessly.

"Don't want to say yes?" Dracula sneered, and said casually, "It's okay, I will reveal your true face myself!"

While speaking, he also raised a whip leg, which suddenly collided with the hooded man's shin, making a dull sound.

The powerful impact vibrated from the place where the two legs met, shaking the wet and muddy shore of the Black Lake into a hemispherical crater.

The lake water reacted for a long time, until the two left the position just now, it poured in, filling the big pit into a unique pond.

Dracula and the Hood are still fighting.

The two of them tacitly did not use any magic, punching to the flesh, turning a duel in the magic world into a free combat match, but the damage caused was not at all inferior to the magic duels of those top wizards. Let it go!

After a long time, the two separated tacitly from the intense personal battle, and both stood there panting.

After Dracula completely let go of his underestimation of the enemy, the difference in strength and fighting skills between him and the hooded man were surprisingly similar.

But what puzzled Dracula the most was not the similarity in strength and skill between the two, but that the hooded man always had a foresight method in the fighting process, so as to establish many weak advantages for himself.

If things go on like this and continue to fight with fists and kicks, Dracula has to admit that after a few days like this, the probability of the hooded man winning is much greater than him!

"You really exceeded my expectations, my friend." Dracula calmed down the inexplicable emotions in his heart, and laughed softly, "I haven't had such a good time for a long time..."

Even at this point, the man in the hood still had no intention of speaking, he just watched Dracula quietly, and at the same time calmed down his slightly scattered breath.

"Still don't want to reveal your identity?" Dracula folded his arms and said with a chuckle, "Well, no matter who you are or what shady problems you have... Next, I will find out your true identity." identity."

Then, the wings on Dracula's back suddenly stretched out and flapped gently.

Wings drive Dracula to fly in the air—the black wings flutter from time to time, and the black and red robe flutters with the breeze in the air. Dracula folds his arms and stares at the hooded man below, as if a god descended from the earth. .

He snapped his fingers lightly.

The blood color condensed behind the wings, like a silky and smooth blood flowing behind the wings, and turned into a bright red river, winding a graceful arc behind the black wings.

Dracula's silver hair fluttered in the wind, his arms stretched forward.And behind him is the golden light of dawn at the end of the black lake, which adds a bit of mystery to Dracula's face.

The blood-colored satin flowed along the direction where Dracula's slender fingers passed, and gradually merged into a blood-colored water prison, attacking the hooded man.

The man in the hood looked at this scene and shook his head lightly. There seemed to be a chuckle coming from under the hood, but he couldn't hear it clearly, and couldn't distinguish his voice.

The next moment, the hooded man also waved his wand.

The water of the Black Lake seemed to be supported by a magical force, setting off a huge water curtain, pointing to the bloody water prison cast by Dracula in the distance, and blending with it.

Transparent and clean water gradually appeared in the blood-colored silk, and the water ball in the sky became bigger and bigger, becoming more and more vast, blood-colored and colorless flashing alternately, until the water prison took up half of the sky, and then gradually stopped expanding. trend, which in turn began to contract.Shrinking does not mean that the energy of this water prison has become smaller, but instead represents a kind of concentrated magic power, in which the frightening energy is constantly fluctuating, even affecting the creatures under the surface of the Black Lake.

A few vicious-looking mermaids floated up from the black lake, carrying steel forks, with a fierce look on their faces.

They have iron-gray skin, unkempt hair, and incomplete teeth, and they seem to be two different creatures from the mermaids in Muggle stories.

These mermaids became angry as early as the first crimson light blade that slashed towards Dracula's throat, but flew into the black lake.

They felt that their peaceful life under the black lake was disturbed by the wizards on the lake, and they were all furious.

"Who is casting spells on the Black Lake indiscriminately?" One of the toughest-looking mermaids shouted as soon as it came out of the water, "Several Grindylos we raised were cut in half, and one The underwater houses are destroyed by that magic."

"Those who cast spells indiscriminately stand up for me! The anger of our mermaid clan is not something you wizards can bear!"

At this moment, the mermaid with the toughest appearance suddenly felt his companion tug on his sleeve.

"Don't drag me, I want these despicable wizards to feel the anger of the mermaid clan!" The sturdy mermaid didn't notice the problem at all, and shouted loudly, "Hogwarts has signed with us a long time ago to divide the ownership of the Black Lake." Treaty, we are safeguarding our rights normally!"

With that said, he finally looked up at the sky.

He saw a water prison occupying half of the sky, flashing alternately between bloody and colorless colors, and the powerful aura contained in it was terrifying.

On both sides of the water dungeon, a silver-haired man in a black and red robe and a man covered in a red cloak and hood were suspended in mid-air. Both of them were manipulating the water dungeon while looking at the black man with interest and malicious intent. Those few mermaids on the lake.

The sturdy mermaid shuddered, as if it was not September when the summer vacation was still very strong, but December and January, the coldest months of the year...

"That... I suddenly feel that there are not so many things to be angry about." The sturdy mermaid changed his words instantly, "I want to know which wizard cast the spell, adding some new vitality and power to the silent Black Lake! I Thanks to him!"

Other mermaids: "..."

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Both Dracula and the hooded man ignored the sudden appearance of these clowns, and quickly looked away, then compressed and snatched the water prison between them.

In the following time, the two of them came and went by the Black Lake, and countless spells flew in the air.

Dracula didn't know what the Hood was thinking, but he was having fun.

This can basically be said to be the most hearty duel Dracula has had in the past thousand years.

On the whole, the strength of the hooded man seems to be a little worse than that of Dracula.

This is not because he is not strong enough, but because his wand seems to be too ordinary, and most of the magics he casts are very common, common, and well-behaved, and there are very few powerful magics with strong personal characteristics.

However, the hooded man seems to have the ability to predict the future. He can often predict the direction of Dracula's next move and give a very clever response based on this.

In addition, his combat experience and responsiveness are not inferior to Dracula who has lived for more than 1000 years, and it is not known how he did it.

A few hours later, the sun in the sky completely rose from behind the distant mountains, hung high in the sky, and cast a fiery red reflection on the surface of the Black Lake.

The sky was exceptionally clear and blue, and it was difficult to see a single cloud.

The bright sunshine made Dracula frowned, and unconsciously raised his hand to cover his forehead.

He was about to open his mouth to suggest a different place to duel, but the hooded man spoke for the first time since he came to the shore of the Black Lake.

"My time is almost up," he said.

The voice of the man in the hood was indistinct, and his voice was distorted by some unknown magic, and his true tone could not be heard at all.

It took Dracula a little effort to figure out what he meant, and looked up at him with some doubts.

"What does time mean?" he asked softly.

The hooded man didn't say another word, but shook his head slightly.

Afterwards, his figure twisted for a while, and he apparated away from the place.

"Don't rush away, I haven't finished asking my questions yet." Dracula's face turned cold.

He raised his hand and pushed out an imaginary handprint, and suddenly grabbed the place where the hooded man's apparition disappeared, trying to drag him back from the other end of the space.

However, the hooded man still discovered Dracula's interception method as he did in the battle.

At the last moment before he apparated and left, a strong iron armor curse blocked the position where the space fluctuated, and also blocked Dracula's illusory handprint.

Dracula was not willing to just let him go, so a flash appeared at the place where the hooded man disappeared, and summoned a dark moon, extending along the direction of space fluctuations, leading directly to the place where the hooded man apparated .

However, just as his dark moon channel was about to be established, the corresponding space coordinates changed for a while, followed by strong interference.

Soon, Dracula completely lost the direction in which the hooded man left...

"... Disturbing the space, who is this?" Dracula frowned, full of doubts, "Why didn't the anti-apparition spell work on him?"

He thought for a moment, then suddenly his eyes narrowed, and he took out an old and simple parchment from his pocket.

As long as the apparition used by wizards within the scope of Hogwarts, even if it can bypass the restrictions of the anti-apparition spell, it will be recorded on the magical residual traces of the Hogwarts title deed.

Dracula carefully observed the traces of magic power on the title deed, looked at every part of the castle, and wanted to find even the slightest trace left by the hooded man.

However, before the trace of the hooded man was found, he discovered another very interesting thing.

"Huh? Why are there two Grangers in the castle?"

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