Professor The Vampire Earl of Hogwarts

Harry picked up his wand dazedly.

11 inches, holly, phoenix feather.Wands made of this wood have the property of repelling evil.

"If the first time using magic outside of school was just a warning, maybe I could..." He looked at his wand, thinking back to the powerful spell the journal had taught him.

"This spell should be easy for you, but you must have a strong enough destructive desire in your heart - the stronger the destructive desire in your heart, the stronger the spell you will cast!" - wrote in the diary road.

Harry took a deep breath, slowly raised his wand, and pointed it at the solid iron cage bars outside the window.

This fence is the biggest obstacle on his way to freedom.As long as he uses that spell, he can break out of the cage, run to King's Cross Station, go to Diagon Alley, seek refuge with Wes to come home... wherever he goes, as long as he doesn't stay in this prison house!

He opened his mouth slowly, trying to say the spell.

But there always seemed to be a voice in his heart telling him - don't read, don't use that spell!Such spells that require a great desire to destroy must be those that are both evil and insidious, which will lead him on a wicked path!

Harry's hands were trembling, one side was the longing and longing for freedom in his heart, and the other side was the worry and fear of this magic.

He regrets it very much now.If he had been more diligent in the beginning and learned the spells of the next few grades in advance like Hermione, would he have been able to choose to use the cutting spell to escape from the prison at this time, and wouldn't he have to worry about whether to use it or not? What about the spell?

"No, I can't..."

Harry gently put down his wand, took out his quill and wrote in his diary:

"Tom, can you teach me the Cutting Charm? I don't want to use it."

"The cutting curse is not simple. It is difficult for me to teach you in a short period of time with words alone." wrote in the diary.

In the diary, Tom's handwriting was a little messy, as if he was a little angry at Harry's hesitation.

"That spell I taught you is easy to use, just needs a little bit of anger," he continued, "Think about how that fat pig named Vernon Dursley locked you up Come on! Think how this family treats you like a prisoner!"

"Harry, don't you feel angry? Don't you want to get out of this cage at once?"

"Come on, raise your magic wand, your future is up to you!"

The diary contained fanciful words and sentences, and the wand in Harry's hand was raised and lowered repeatedly, many times.

In the end, it seemed that the feeling of longing for freedom overcame the suspicion of spells, and a red light flashed in Harry's eyes.

He squeezed his wand tightly, and raised it violently, pointing at the window bars that prevented him from going free.

"Avada—"

As Harry spoke half of the spell, the wand in his hand shook violently, and at the same time, there was a chaotic sound, as if invisible evil objects flew silently through the air.

At this moment, a dark, upside-down cross pendant on Harry's neck suddenly emitted a wine-red light.

Its short and sloping horizontal bars resembled a pair of spreading demon wings. At this moment, the wings seemed to be stained with blood, instantly expelling the scarlet light in Harry's eyes from his body...

Harry's eyes immediately regained clarity, and at the same time, he immediately closed his mouth and swallowed the second half of the spell in his throat.

He lowered his trembling hands, and then his whole body fell heavily on the bed behind him, as if he had exhausted all his strength.

"No... I can't..." Harry murmured bitterly, "I can't use that spell, Tom, I can't..."

The reverse cross pendant on Harry's neck slowly dimmed, and the blood red on those wings also gradually faded, leaving only a deep jet black.

After a long time, the diary by the window was slowly opened, revealing a line of slightly vague handwriting——

"You've disappointed me so much, Harry."

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At this moment, the trapdoor rang.

Harry subconsciously hid his wand under his pillow, before he realized that the people outside didn't bother to look in through the tiny trapdoor, they didn't care about the poor man inside.

Aunt Petunia's hand pushed a bowl of soup through the hole.

In fact, Harry was already so hungry that his stomach hurt. He hurriedly put his wand away, then jumped out of bed and picked up the broken bowl specially for him.

The soup was cold, but he drank half of the bowl in one gulp, then stopped, walked to Hedwig's cage, and poured the soaked vegetables at the bottom of the bowl into her empty food plate .

Hedwig puffed up her feathers and gave him a disgusted look.

"Don't turn your beak up, that's all we have," Harry said sternly.

He put the empty bowl back by the trapdoor, and lay down on the bed again, feeling hungrier than before the soup.

What if a month had passed and he hadn't starved to death and hadn't reported to Hogwarts?Will Professor Dumbledore send someone to investigate why he didn't go back?Could the professors ask the Dursleys to let him go?

If Professor Dracula is willing to come here in person, it must be fine, right?He never cared about those rules and regulations, maybe he would directly turn the Dursleys into two big fat pigs and a carrot...

The street lamps outside the window grilles also gradually went out, and the room was completely dark.

Harry was exhausted, the hunger in his stomach mingled with a deeper pain in his heart.He didn't know if he did the right thing in not using the spell in the end, and he didn't know what his future would be like.

He was in the Mimi Lake, thinking about those questions that could not be answered, and fell asleep unknowingly, and his sleep was very restless.

Harry dreamed that he was standing again at the grille that had separated him from freedom, and raised his wand again.

This time, he recited the dangerous spell completely——

A dazzling and eerie green light shot out from his wand, attacking the solid cage.

However, at the next moment, a teenager with red hair and freckles appeared outside the window and was hit hard by his spell.

He fell down blankly.

"No, Ron!

"

Harry woke up suddenly, covered in cold sweat.

He opened his eyes and saw the moonlight coming in through the window bars, and someone was staring at him through the bars—a boy with red hair, freckles, and a long nose.

Just like in the dream, Ron Weisley actually appeared outside Harry's window.

"Are you thinking of me even in your dreams, Harry?"

Ron tapped on the glass and smiled at Harry.

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Under the dim night, the starry sky hangs down, connecting with the blood-colored lake, and a majestic ancient pagoda stands on the edge of the bright red flat mirror.

Behind Dracula's castle, there is a huge lake made of blood, lying quietly next to an ancient tower.

Dracula and Serena, who were dressed in black and red robes, stood on the shore of the lake. There was also a puffy corpse floating beside them, floating with the movement of the two of them.

The infernal corpse's expression was dull, his eyes were cloudy, but a trace of pride still remained on the corners of his lips. "So you know necromancy?" Serena asked curiously, "I haven't seen you use it before."

"It can't be counted." Dracula smiled lightly and waved his hand, soaking the corpse in the blood lake, "I can only say...very good at it!"

After a long absence, he took out the wand made of spooky wood, and used the tip of the wand to write and draw in the air, gradually drawing a complex pattern.

Afterwards, Dracula waved again and divided the pattern into two——

One part was submerged between the eyebrows of the Yin Corpse, and the other was slammed into the Yin Corpse's heart.

After doing this, endless blood-red lake water surged up, covering the arms, chest, cheeks of the Infernal Corpse, and finally submerging the tip of his nose.

The next moment, the ghost suddenly moved.

He slowly stood up from the blood-colored lake, then moved towards Dracula and Serena on the shore, and stretched out his hands stiffly, as if trying to pull them into the lake.

"Hey, is there any movement in necromancy so soon?" Serena stared at this scene with wide eyes.

"No, the necromancy hasn't had time to take effect yet." Dracula said in amazement, "It seems that when it was made, the instructions received by this infernal corpse were related to water. It looks paraedema."

"What do you mean?" Serena pushed the Yin Corpse back casually, her expression still a little dazed, "Has he been soaked in the water all this time? Then why did he come to attack us?"

"This is a problem related to the mechanism of making Yin corpses." Dracula waved his wand, bound Yin corpses firmly, pushed him back into the blood lake, and then explained to Serena, "There are two main mechanisms for creating ghost corpses. One is to awaken corpses that have died a long time ago..."

"...This kind of corpse is already dead, and there will be no remnants of any actions and habits in life. It is like a blank piece of paper. It can only be ordered by the master who summoned the corpse. The advantage is that it has [-]% One hundred obedience."

"But this kind of ghost also lost all plasticity at the same time, and can only act according to the owner's instructions. Without being manipulated, they are like aimless walking dead, and they are easy to deal with."

"As for the other one, it's like the corpse in front of us." Dracula pointed to the corpse that was completely soaked in the blood lake, and only a silhouette could be seen. Before he died, he was first issued an order by the black wizard using necromancy, and whenever this order is triggered, he will act in a unique way of action."

"Didn't you also see it just now? The moment the corpse was submerged in the lake, it seemed to be activated. It immediately moved towards the two of us and launched an attack."

"So I guess, his action instructions are probably to attack all the life on the shore when he is in the lake, and try to drag all the life on the shore into the lake where he is."

Serena nodded thoughtfully, and looked at the Yin Corpse, which was originally honest but now immersed in the lake water but began to struggle violently, slightly frowned her slender eyebrows.

"Wait a minute, I have a question." She asked, "If the command is triggered to act, why does this kind of ghost appear in the plain area under our Dracula castle? Is this so-called command to attack life on the shore?" , can you make the distance so far?"

"This is the second benefit of this kind of ghoul." Dracula chuckled, "They can not only act according to instructions in the absence of the summoner, but also can act like the walking dead without any consciousness. , obey the summoner's orders."

"Given the huge number of yin corpses brought by the werewolf Greyback this time, Voldemort may have taken out most of the yin corpses made before. He gave these yin corpses an order to obey Greyback's instructions, As a result, these ghost corpses that originally lived in the lake also came to the plains of Romania."

At this time, the ritual of necromancy has come to an end.

Countless black rays of light passed through the bloody water from the place where the corpse was, and flew to the sky, gradually outlining a huge skull with a snake spitting out of its mouth in the sky.

Seeing this, Dracula waved his wand again, painting and changing on the huge black skull.

"I have another question." Serena asked while watching Dracula draw.

"Ask, it depends on my mood if you want to answer." Dracula seemed to be drawing happily, with a faint smile on his face.

"Why is this yin corpse the only one that was not burned to death?" Serena looked at Dracula's happy expression, knowing that he would probably answer this question, "As far as I know, those yin corpses that acted on orders There should be many, right? But in the end, only this one survived in your hands."

"That's right, that's why I'm interested in him." Dracula held up his wand to draw like flowing water, and at the same time he was able to answer Serena's question calmly and distractedly, "These people were given orders before they died." Most of the yin corpses can retain some consciousness and habits of life, which is also an important reason for distinguishing them from low-level yin corpses."

"And this Yin Corpse seems to have a strong obsession that was not completed before it was alive, so it has retained a lot of subconsciousness and inherent habits, so it can get rid of danger by instinct. Those phantom bats are actually very easy to deal with, as long as they can be completely destroyed in the flames. Drive them out before they burn, and they burn themselves out."

"There is another very strange thing. Voldemort's necromancy seems to be very good, and he even feels that he is superior to me... Well, this is of course impossible. He must have borrowed some relatively powerful props to achieve it. This effect."

Dracula's expression was quite confident, and at the same time he was quite disdainful towards Voldemort, completely disbelieving that he could surpass himself in necromancy.

"If you ask me, it should be the prop in Voldemort's hand that caused a qualitative change in his necromancy. I even suspect that this special infernal corpse even retains some of its memories during its lifetime."

"Whether it is really as I guessed depends on whether we can wake him up this time!"

Serena raised her head and looked curiously at the pattern above the blood-colored lake.

Under Dracula's painting, gradually, the skull floating in the sky seemed to be erased little by little by an eraser, and then another pen appeared, drawing on the place where the original skull was. He picked up a pair of exquisite demon wings composed of several bone spurs.

"It's done!"

Dracula clapped his hands in satisfaction and put his wand back into his pocket.

"What did you do just now?" Serena asked curiously, "I thought you were just suddenly interested, so I drew a picture here."

"You didn't say anything wrong, I just did it out of interest." Dracula shrugged, "Actually, I just need to change the necromantic mark left by Voldemort in this yin corpse into my It’s just fine, there’s no need to project the imprint.”

While speaking, he smiled and winked at Serena.

"But don't you think the feeling of projecting and painting like this...is very ritual and atmospheric?" Dracula laughed.

"Forget it, just be happy."

Serena looked at his happy expression, curled her lips helplessly, and looked towards the lake.

At this moment, a large number of bubbles suddenly appeared in the blood-colored lake where the Yin Corpse was soaked, and the people inside struggled violently, shaking the dead blood lake into ripples of uneasiness.

"What's the matter, did something go wrong with your necromantic spell?" Seeing this scene, Serena subconsciously stretched out her sharp nails and side teeth, and took a fighting stance.

Dracula also looked at this scene with some doubts.

"There shouldn't be a problem. I've changed the mark in his body to everyone, and even awakened some of his withered organs..."

Having said that, he suddenly rubbed his temples.

"It's broken, it's my fault," Dracula said.

Serena looked at him puzzled.

"I only remember waking up his body organs, but I forgot to untie the shackles that were wrapped around him before."

Dracula snapped his fingers.

The next moment, a handsome young man with black hair suddenly sat up from the bloody lake.

"Cough cough cough..."

As soon as he left the lake, he began to cough continuously, coughing and spitting out a large amount of bright red lake water, looking very painful.

"So you awakened this person's lungs, but you still soaked him in the lake water. Is that what you mean?" Serena silently retracted her nails and side teeth, and said with a speechless expression.

"Don't worry about those details..." Dracula smiled awkwardly, and then walked straight to the lake.

At this moment, the handsome black-haired young man finally spit out the bloody lake water that choked his lungs, and then subconsciously shouted——

"Kreacher!"

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