The Blood Professor at Hogwarts

Quirrell raised his hand, ready to cast a deadly spell.

Seeing this scene, Dracula's wings moved slightly, ready to strike at any time.

However, at this moment, Harry instinctively raised his hand to grab Quirrell's face——

The two screamed at the same time.

Quirrell and Harry's screams can't be dealt with directly by Dracula.He wondered that these two people didn't use magic, why did they suddenly feel like they were possessed by evil spirits...

Even after living for 1000 years, Dracula has never seen such a strange situation.So he decided not to make a move yet, and to observe for a while before talking.

Accompanied by ear-piercing screams, Quirrell's body was gradually burned red and bubbling, until his whole body completely turned into black smoke and dissipated...

At the same time, Harry could no longer bear the severe pain caused by the scar on his forehead, and passed out heavily.

Before he fainted completely, he vaguely saw an illusory figure detach from Quirrell, and at the same time, another figure in a long black robe jumped over the black flame and walked quickly.

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Chapter 69 Lurker

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"Okay, sure enough, I still want to do it myself."

A phantom of a handsome young man emerged from the black smoke that Quirrell turned into, with a cold face.

He opened his hand, and the wand that Quirrell dropped on the ground automatically flew into his hand, and then he pointed it at Harry who was unconscious on the ground.

At this moment, a figure in a long black robe jumped over the black flames at the door and stood in front of Harry.

"Who are you?" He looked a little nervous, and he vaguely guessed the real identity of this handsome young man, but he still didn't want to believe it.

"Severus, long time no see."

The handsome boy showed an intriguing smile.

At the same time, his extremely handsome facial features gradually distorted, and his hair was as black as ebony, and his hair faded away one after another...

A moment later, a bald man with no nose and red eyes appeared in front of Snape.

This is Voldemort, a Dark Lord whose name cannot be mentioned!

Snape's pupils dilated suddenly, and he bent deeply.

While bending down and looking at the ground, he quietly activated the Occlumency to its maximum effect.

"Master, I have been waiting for you for 11 years!" He slowly raised his head, looked at Voldemort in front of him with a mixture of sadness, expectation and relief, and said seriously, "I never believed that you would die like that , I have always firmly believed that you will come back one day and lead us to rule the world again!"

Voldemort looked Snape up and down with his scarlet snake eyes, with an intriguing expression, as if he was thinking about the authenticity of Snape's words.

In fact, Voldemort dared to reveal his true colors when he was far from returning to his peak, not because he trusted this former capable man, but precisely because he didn't trust him.

He didn't know which side Snape was on, and he didn't know if Snape held a grudge against him for killing Lily Potter, and he didn't know why Snape gained Dumbledore's trust.

So Voldemort had to stand up and test him.

Because Voldemort has always understood how powerful Snape is, and he also knows that he is not as easy to deal with as Quirrell.If Snape really delayed Dumbledore or Dracula to come, I'm afraid he would miss the Philosopher's Stone.

Fortunately, at least for now, this former capable man did not completely betray him.

But just to be on the safe side, Voldemort wanted to test him a little more.

"Waiting for me for 11 years, right?" He showed a sinister smile, and said coldly, "But why do I only know that you have been reused by Dumbledore, and you have never come to look for me in these 11 years?" ?”

"Master, since you left, I have been lurking by Dumbledore's side, preparing for your comeback." Snape lowered his head, his voice was low, "Under Dumbledore's surveillance, it is difficult for me to find Go find your opportunity."

"Really?" Voldemort said calmly, "But I think Dumbledore trusts you so much that he even gave you the head of Slytherin."

"That's only because when you left, most wizards from Slytherin House were being tried by the Ministry of Magic." Snape explained calmly, "Under such circumstances, the reputation of the college is also extremely bad, Huo Gewartz rarely recruits Slytherin professors."

"But I had just made a plan to lurk at Hogwarts and became the only Slytherin professor at that time. After Professor Slughorn retired, I also became the only candidate for the dean."

Voldemort stared into Snape's eyes, and Snape didn't give in, looking at him with extremely "sincere" eyes.

"Okay, good!" Voldemort burst out laughing, "I'm glad to have a loyal servant like you, Severus."

His originally doubtful and probing eyes turned into expressions of satisfaction and relief.

"So Severus, I'm going to tell you now, the first thing I need you to do for me when I get back—"

Voldemort stretched out his hand and pointed at Harry, who was unconscious on the ground.

"—kill him for me and get the Philosopher's Stone," he said. "You will be my most powerful subordinate, above all Death Eaters!"

Snape's eyelids twitched imperceptibly.

For a moment, there was no immediate reaction.

"Why, don't you want to?" Voldemort raised his eyebrows and showed a sneer, "Or, even after more than ten years, you still love Lily Evans?"

Snape's hand was hidden in his sleeve, and he subconsciously clenched his wand tightly.

He knew that Voldemort didn't really trust him, and the relief and satisfaction on his face were just another layer of temptation.

"Do it, Severus!" Voldemort pressed on.

Snape turned to face Harry, with his back to Voldemort, preventing him from seeing his pained expression.His nails hidden in his sleeves sank deeply into his flesh and blood, but he didn't notice it at all.

He looked at Harry lying on the ground, gazing at the face that resembled James Potter—the face he hated and loathed the most.

But he also knew that there were a pair of emerald green eyes under the eyelids of that face, just like Lily's eyes...

He can't let Lily's son die here!

Could it be that... his latent mission has ended before it even started?

Snape slowly raised his wand.

His hand was steady, but his heart was trembling, ready to turn his wand to Voldemort's position behind him in the next second!

……

"Do what you should do, and leave the rest to me." Just then, a mellow voice rang in his ears.

……

Snape's eyes moved slightly.He easily identified the owner of this unique voice.

This is the voice of Dracula!

He gritted his teeth and didn't hesitate anymore.

"Avada Kedavra!"

The eerie green beam shot straight at Harry who was unconscious on the ground.And Voldemort really showed a relieved expression behind Snape's back.

……

"boom--"

A heavy landing sounded in the room.

A thick, pitch-black wooden plank slammed heavily on the ground, denting a large part of the floor and blocking Snape's deadly spell at the same time.

A silver-haired figure came out from behind the wooden board, curling the corners of his mouth with interest.

"It's very lively!" He took out a blood-scented lollipop from his pocket and stuffed it into his mouth, then leaned against his coffin board, "Let me see, um, it seems that I Just in time!"

Voldemort's originally relieved expression froze on his face.

"It's you again, Dracula!" he said through gritted teeth, pointing his wand quietly at Snape.

Snape's expression immediately became numb and stiff.

Seeing Snape's suddenly numb expression, Dracula was taken aback for a moment, and then laughed even more amusedly.

"Professor Snape, I haven't seen it for a while, why did it become so miserable?" He said with a half-smile, "A headmaster is actually controlled by the Imperius Curse, I feel ashamed for you."

Voldemort next to him was relieved, thinking that the plan was going perfectly.

He used the Imperius Curse on Snape at the last moment, pretending that he was under the control of the Imperius Curse before casting the Death Curse on Harry Potter, so that he still had Dumbledore's trust and continued to lurk Possibility in Hogwarts Castle.

In this way, even if he didn't get the Philosopher's Stone this time, Snape, who had penetrated into the enemy's interior, would still provide him with information, so as to gain more opportunities to steal it.

Of course, he didn't know that Dracula actually saw the casting of the Imperius Curse, and also saw Snape's deliberate cooperation, and even watched the whole process of him testing Snape from beginning to end.It's just that it didn't pierce through it so badly...

But Voldemort didn't know that.

So he just nodded secretly, manipulating Snape to attack Dracula.

On the other hand, Dracula watched Snape raise his wand and aim it at him, and laughed happily.

"boom!"

The next moment, Snape's figure was imprinted on the wall behind the Mirror of Erised, engraving a humanoid imprint...

"It's your turn next."

After dealing with Snape who was in the way, Dracula turned to look at the notorious Dark Lord whose name one dared not even say.

"You are Voldemort, the mysterious man who can't even mention his name, right?" Dracula's eyes glowed extremely hot.

Since Dumbledore is unwilling to fight him, he can only have fun with this dark wizard who is also at the top of the world.

The eerie wand was quietly held in Dracula's hand.

Seeing this scene, Voldemort also solemnly raised Quirrell's wand.

"Fringo!"

Voldemort was the first to say the spell.

However, the wand in his hand abruptly changed direction, instead of shooting the explosive spell at Dracula, it hit the wall behind him instead.

A big hole was blasted out of the solid wall in an instant.

"You can still hit it at such a short distance. Are you sure you are really the Dark Lord himself, and you are not pretending to be a little wizard who has not yet graduated?" Dracula sneered.

Listening to his wanton ridicule, Voldemort's eyes were about to breathe fire. If he didn't have a nose, his nose would probably be crooked.

When had he, the mighty Dark Lord, suffered such grievances?

"You'll pay for your arrogance, Dracula," he said in a huff.