Professor The Vampire Earl of Hogwarts

On an island where the sun cannot be seen, the sky is overcast and the sea wind howls.

The island was surrounded by waves, and rows of huge black waves rose and fell one after another, like countless sea beasts breaking free from their cages, and their rough backs covered with seaweed almost touched the sky.

On this island, a lonely fortress is surrounded by tall steel walls.The waves beat on the iron wall, splashing high waves, but no drop of water could cross the towering walls of the island.

Countless dementors dressed in tattered black cloth wandered in the sky as if soaked in water.Wherever they pass, it seems as if all joy is sucked away, reminding one of the scariest things in life.

However, these dementors, who are almost feared and feared by the entire magic world, behaved very abnormally today.

They deliberately bypassed an open space on the island of Azkaban, far away from there, as if there was something more terrifying than these monsters appearing in that direction.

This is a cemetery on the island of Azkaban.

There is no one to take care of it, just like an abandoned mass grave, where the dead bodies are placed in a mess.

The corpses of wizards tortured to death by dementors in Azkaban were hastily buried, and occasionally some friends or relatives who came here to visit erected a few stones here, which should be regarded as the tombstones of the dead.

A tall figure with long silver hair and burgundy eyes stood quietly beside the cemetery, with a vague thoughtful look on his face.

The countless dementors on the island dare not take a step closer to him——

Most of the dementors have experienced the patron saint curse that covered the entire island, and they have seen their almost immortal companions being completely wiped out... Their fear of Dracula has been deeply engraved on the deep in the memory of the ethnic group.

Dracula was happy not to be bothered by disgusting monsters like dementors, so that he could find someone more conveniently.

Or a ghost.

As early as the Christmas ball, Dracula wanted to come to Azkaban to take a look, but it was only after the end of the second project that he found some free time between the various funs of the Final Four.

Before the Christmas ball, Percy introduced Barty Crouch's family situation to Dracula, mentioned Crouch's death eater son who died in Azkaban, and Crouch who also died during that time wife.

Dracula already had great doubts about Crouch, so naturally he would not let go of this seemingly minor doubt.

Like Barty Crouch Jr., an outstanding young wizard who obtained twelve OWLs certificates during his schooling and joined the Death Eaters not long after graduation, how could he be tortured by dementors for just a few months? Can't bear it?

Dracula stood in front of the cemetery and snapped his fingers lightly.

Next, it seemed that a blood-red silk thread passed through Dracula's hand, hooking on all the almost unformable bones on the ground.

Gradually, these corpses began to show some movement——

In fact, every corpse may still have residual soul fragments still in the body, especially in a cruel place like Azkaban, it is almost impossible for a wizard to die peacefully, and there will be some obsessions more or less ...

These obsessions are the prerequisites for the birth of ghosts.

As Dracula once said to his cheap daughter Serena, he is the purest dark life and is very good at necromancy.

This blood-red silk thread is an application of necromancy, which evokes the broken soul and meager consciousness in the body of the dead that have not completely dissipated, so that Dracula can get some information he needs here.

Under the effect of the blood-red silk thread, one after another transparent figures floated up from among the corpses. Most of them were blind-eyed and unconscious, without any possibility of communicating with them.

However, this is a prison that has existed for an unknown number of years. There are so many dead people, there are always some souls that still retain relatively complete consciousness.

These soul fragments with relatively complete consciousness are actually only a thin line away from forming ghosts.

"What's your name?" Dracula asked softly as he walked up to a phantom wizard with the clearest eyes.

"I... yes, what's my name?" The illusory wizard looked at Dracula blankly, and then looked at the surrounding environment, "I seem to remember... I should have died in a prison inside……"

He covered his head in pain, his looming voice seemed hoarse, "I...my name...my name should be..."

"It's okay, just forget it." Dracula interrupted the illusory wizard, the light in his eyes kept flowing, "I want to ask you a few questions, listen carefully..."

As if under control, the wizard suddenly stopped hoarsely, and looked at Dracula solemnly.

"You said." He said in a stiff voice without ups and downs.

"How long have you lived in this cemetery?" Dracula asked casually.

The illusory wizard frowned unconsciously, lost in thought.

"About 30 years." After a long time, the Illusory Wizard slowly spit out these words from his mouth.

It can be seen that the wizard's consciousness is not sure how many years he has been here, so under the control of Dracula's necromancy, he can only give an approximate value.

"30 years...then you must know Barty Crouch Jr., right?" Dracula asked, "He also died on this island more than ten years ago, I still have some questions to ask he."

However, the transparent wizard shook his head.

"I don't know anyone named Barty Crouch Jr. in this cemetery," he said.

Dracula frowned.

"Do you know other people?" He asked softly, "Or, you have no way of contacting other broken souls who died nearby, so you don't know Barty Crouch Jr.?"

"No, I know anyone who is buried here." The transparent wizard retorted, "But I haven't seen a wizard named Barty Crouch Jr."

"Is that so?" Dracula's eyes showed a bit of intriguing color.

Now there are only two possibilities——

The first type, the body of Barty Crouch Jr. was taken away by his father, and was not buried here at all; the second type, Barty Crouch Jr. did not die at all, and has been hiding in the dark...

"Very well, I still need to find someone else to confirm." Dracula nodded.

Next, he found other broken soul bodies with clearer consciousness in order to inquire, and the answers he got were similar.

The tomb specially set up on this island of Azkaban seems to have never really contained any information about Barty Crouch Jr....

Until I asked a slightly older witch with gray hair.

"I need to ask, do you know a wizard named Barty Crouch Jr.?" Dracula asked as usual, standing in front of the ghostly figure of the witch.

However, unlike other wizards, the moment this witch heard the name "Barty Crouch Jr.", her pupils dilated abruptly, and then she turned her gaze away as if nothing had happened.

"Looking at you, you should know Barty Crouch Jr., right?" The red light in Dracula's eyes flickered again, and the witch's eyes gradually lost focus.

Just when Dracula thought she would tell the truth like the souls he had asked before, the witch's eyes suddenly regained consciousness.

There was a trace of panic and agility in her eyes that shouldn't belong to these remnants at all, and she turned her eyes aside, trying to escape from Dracula's side.

"Stop!" Dracula said coldly.

An accident happened to his good necromancer, which made him a little embarrassed.

So, Dracula raised his finger and pointed at the witch——

"Imperio."

The Imperius Curse is used in this situation, and the effect is almost immediate.

Although the witch struggled again and again, after all, she didn't have any magic power in her body, nor did she have a complete consciousness and soul, so there was no room for resistance.

Soon, this old witch became obedient and obedient just like those remnants before.

"So, can you tell me now..." Dracula took a breath, stood in front of the witch, and asked softly, "You know Barty Crouch Jr., right? What are you and him?" What about the relationship?"

The witch's lips moved, as if she still had the strength to struggle, and she didn't know where the strength came from.

However, she didn't survive for a minute in the end, and her willpower could not match Dracula's powerful magic power after all.

The illusory witch said:

"I'm Barty Crouch Jr.'s mother."

Dracula's pupils shrank suddenly

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Hogwarts Castle.

Usually, the start of the summer term meant that Harry was training hard for the final Quidditch match of the season.

But this year, what he was going to prepare for was the third and last event of the Final Four, so he didn't need to participate in Quidditch training.

But he still doesn't know what needs to be done, and he doesn't have any specific direction in which to prepare.

It wasn't until the end of the transformation class one afternoon that Professor McGonagall called him to the back of the classroom.

"Potter, you go to the Quidditch pitch at nine o'clock tonight," Professor McGonagall said to Harry, "Mr. Bagman is going to tell the warriors what the third item is there."

So, at 08:30 that night, Harry separated from Ron and Hermione, who had reconciled as before, in the Gryffindor Tower and went downstairs.Cedric was coming out of the Hufflepuff common room when he walked across the hall.

"What do you think the third project will be?" Cedric asked Harry as they walked down the stone steps together into the overcast night. "Cho and Fleur both think it's going to be an underground tunnel." , they thought we were looking for treasure."

"That's not so bad," said Harry, thinking he could just borrow a Niffler from Rove and let it do the work.

They walked down the pitch-black lawn towards the Quidditch pitch and entered through a gap between the stands.

"What did they do here?" Cedric suddenly stopped and said angrily.

Quidditch pitches are no longer flat and smooth.

It seems that someone has built countless long low walls here, and these low walls are intricate, winding and extending in all directions.

Both Cedric and Harry are loyal fans of Quidditch, and of course they can't accept that the Quidditch pitch they are familiar with has been transformed into this look.

"Looks like a fence!" said Harry, looking down at the low wall closest to him.

"Hello!" shouted a cheerful voice.

Ludo Bagman stands in the middle of the court, next to John, Klum and Fleur.

Harry and Cedric stepped over the low walls towards them.Fleur smiled brightly at Harry as he approached - she'd done a 180-degree turn on him since he rescued her sister from the lake.

"Looks good, don't you think?" Bagman asked cheerfully as Harry and Cedric climbed the last low wall. "It's going pretty fast, isn't it? Two more months, Hagrid." would make them twenty feet tall."

Seeing the unhappy expressions on Harry and Cedric's faces, he smiled and comforted, "Oh, don't worry, your Quidditch pitch will be back to normal as soon as the Tournament is over!"

"Well, I think you can probably guess what we're going to do here?"

Bagman looked at everyone expectantly.

"Maze." After a moment of silence, Krum said in a rough voice.

"By the way!" Bagman clapped his hands together, "It's a maze! The third item is very simple and clear. The Triwizard Tournament Cup is placed in the center of the maze. Whoever touches it first will win the final prize." champion."

"We just need to go through the maze?" Fu Rong asked suspiciously.

This doesn't seem too difficult.

"There's going to be a lot of obstacles," said Bagman cheerfully, hopping on tiptoe, "Hagrid has a whole bunch of animals to offer... and some spells that have to be broken... and stuff like that, you know. "

"In addition, the warrior with the leading score enters the maze first." Bagman glanced at John, "But it doesn't mean that the first to enter will definitely be the first to pass the level. You all have to do your best!"

Harry and the other warriors couldn't help looking at John.

Harry knew all too well what kind of animal Hagrid would offer on such an occasion, and it wasn't fun at all...

In addition, he later learned from Rove that John had studied under the most outstanding magizoologist, Newt Scamander, for a long time. It's his.

"Don't worry, magical animals won't be the only ones." Bagman seemed to see their worries, and explained, "There are other barriers such as protective magic and alchemy products waiting for you!"

After explaining the content of the game, everyone walked over the ever-growing low wall and walked towards the castle.

Bagman hurried beside Harry... Harry felt that he was about to offer to help him again.

Sure enough, Bagman made excuses and dragged Harry to a remote place close to the Forbidden Forest, and he looked a little distraught.

"Listen, Harry, do you think you'll be able to win the championship against the other warriors?" he asked.

"Of course I don't think so." Harry shook his head, but smiled relievedly, "Actually, I'm quite satisfied that I can get to this point, and I don't insist on No.1."

"No, how can you not pursue No.1..." Bagman said urgently, "I can let you get No.1!"

Harry shook his head, not wanting to pay any more attention to the referee who didn't know what he was thinking.

At this moment, a rustling sound suddenly came from the depths of the Forbidden Forest.

Harry turned his head, staring at the place where there had been movement.He reached inside his robes, fumbling for his wand.

At this time, a man in ragged clothes suddenly stumbled out from behind a tall oak tree.

Harry didn't recognize it for a moment...then he realized it was the Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, Mr Barty Crouch.

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