The Blood Professor at Hogwarts

He picked up the blank diary and moved along the narrow passageway left among the various debris.

The aisles are lined with ramshackle furniture that may have been stuffed here to hide evidence of spell failure; thousands of books, mostly fake and scribbled, are placed together Or stolen books; frozen potions in battered bottles and an evil glow still gleaming in corked vials; rusty swords and a bloodstained axe... …

Riddle carefully looked at the surrounding objects, and suddenly, he gradually felt a hoarse call in the depths of his soul——

He could sense that the calling object came from the same source as him.

Another Horcrux of Voldemort!

Riddle turned around abruptly, turned into a small path among the treasure piles, passed a giant monster specimen that was still emitting a stench, and walked quickly to the place where the calling sound came from.

Finally, he stopped in front of a large cabinet with blisters on the surface, as if it had been splashed with strong acid.

Beside the cabinet was a crate with a battered statue of an ugly old warlock, behind which a rusty diadem hides.

The setting sun sank slowly under the black lake, and two moons of different colors lit up in the sky, casting a soft and cool moonlight from the high window of the room.

In the moonlight, a clear sapphire shone on the rust-dark diadem.

Chapter 75 Harry who is grateful to Snape

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Riddle looked at the rusty and dark crown in front of him, sensed the aura that came from the same source, and felt the sudden impulse from the depths of his soul.

A gloomy light flashed in his pure black pupils, and an evil smile curled up at the corner of his mouth.

The next moment, Riddle suddenly stretched out his hand and clasped the crown heavily on his head.At the same time, his two hands held it tightly, not giving the crown any room to escape.

Crown suddenly felt something was wrong, a powerful wave of energy surged out, frantically blasting towards Riddle's soul body.

At the same time, the place where the sapphire was embedded in the crown flickered, and then a bald man with scarlet eyes burst out from the place where the sapphire was, and quickly crashed into the center of Riddle's eyebrows.

Riddle's eyes suddenly became dull.

Indistinctly, scarlet and pitch-black spots of light were constantly entangled and torn in Riddle's eyes, as if two different souls were confronting each other at the level of consciousness, vying for control over each other.

Riddle's already illusory body is constantly changing, flickering repeatedly between virtual and real, just like an old black and white TV, barely showing a blurred image.

As time went by, the scarlet light in Riddle's eyes became weaker and dimmer, until it was completely wiped away by the dark spots——

Riddle suddenly opened his eyes, and a ghastly cold light bloomed.

His body also stopped flickering at the same time, and became extremely solid. With the naked eye alone, the difference between this soul body and a normal person is almost indistinguishable!

"I really disappoint you, my main soul." Riddle laughed darkly, "I'm not interested in asking others for help. Because I'm just like you, I only care about what I really get in my hands ah……"

If Voldemort saw this scene, he would be unbelievable and furious!

Because no matter what he could have imagined, Tom Riddle in the Horcrux Diary actually took the initiative to absorb the soul fragments in the Horcrux crown, and obtained a more powerful soul power!

Although Voldemort split a soul fragment of similar size in the Horcrux Diary and the Horcrux Crown.But the difference is that the diary has a lot of memories from his youth, contains rich theoretical knowledge of magic, contains his concepts and personality...

Therefore, the Horcrux Diary can borrow Voldemort's soul fragments to give birth to a soul body very similar to it. He has a perfect personality, rich knowledge of magic theory, and the most important point - the possibility of growth!

After 50 years, under the influence of all the other wizards close to him, the diary's ability to use soul power has grown tremendously.

So without much effort, he completely wiped out the weak soul fragments in the crown of the horcrux, absorbed the power in it, and completely merged with it.

The fusion of the two soul fragments made Riddle's illusory body as solid as flesh and blood.

And after he absorbed the soul fragments in the crown, the originally rusty and dark crown was thrown on the crate like a waste product.

There was no more call from it, and there was no breath of the same origin as Riddle...

But the strange thing is that the rusty and dim traces on the crown gradually disappeared as the Horcrux fragments were sucked away, gradually revealing the original color of the crown——

Shining silver and looking brand new, it seems to be the most perfect jewelry in the world, without being worn out and eroded by time at all.

However, for this kind of beauty, Riddle has no intention of calmly appreciating it.

He just frowned, looking at the two bright moons hanging far outside the high window, feeling depressed.

Riddle knew that it was the magic that belonged exclusively to Dracula, and he also understood the magnificence and power of that magical dark moon, so he couldn't think of confronting Dracula head-on.

"It's fine if there is only one Dumbledore in Hogwarts, why is there another Dracula..." He fiddled with the diary in his hand unconsciously, his eyes blank.

When he accidentally turned the diary to the title page, Riddle lowered his head and took a look, feeling that the title page was a bit empty, as if a name was missing.

His eyes moved slightly, "Soup

M Marvolo Riddle" appeared on the blank title page.

The next moment, Riddle's eyes suddenly widened—

He has a way to complete the task!

……

Two days later, the fourth floor of Hogwarts Castle, the school infirmary.

Dumbledore was haggling with Madam Pomfrey, the Matron.

"Albus, the patient needs to rest!" Madam Pomfrey said with a serious face, "Mr. Potter doesn't know what happened, but his spirit is very weak, it's best not to be disturbed."

"Don't worry, Poppy, I'm just going to visit this young hero, and I'll be fine soon." Dumbledore said with a smile.

"Well, for the sake of you being the headmaster." Madam Pomfrey said reluctantly, and when Dumbledore walked into the school infirmary, she did not forget to add, "I'm not an example!"

Dumbledore went straight to the hospital bed where Harry was. Seeing his eyes closed tightly, with some painful sleep on his face, and thinking of his unfortunate life experience, he couldn't help feeling a little hurt.

He wiped the corners of his eyes emotionally, sat on the seat beside the bed, stared at the scar on Harry's forehead, wondering what he was thinking.

At this moment, the tightly-fitted windows of the school infirmary suddenly opened automatically, and a silver-haired figure appeared on the window sill, looking at Dumbledore with a chuckle.

"Professor Dracula, you should close the window." Dumbledore looked at the figure on the window sill and said helplessly, "Madam Pomfrey is most concerned about the temperature in the infirmary. If you find out, she will be angry."

He no longer had any hope about getting Dracula to follow the right path. He only hoped that this professor who did not take the usual path would close the window by the way, so as not to attract Madam Pomfrey.

"Okay." Dracula shrugged, jumped off the window sill, and closed the window casually, "How is Potter?"

"Thank you for your concern, Professor Dracula." Dumbledore said, "Harry's condition is fairly stable now, and he should be able to wake up soon."

"You may have misunderstood me." Dracula waved his hand, "I didn't mean to care about the students, I was just a little curious, how did Potter burn Quirrell with his bare hands before? I have lived for so long, It seems that this kind of magic has never been seen before."

Dumbledore looked at the interested expression on Dracula's face, and he didn't care about the students' thoughts at all, so he shook his head helplessly.

"Harry's mother died trying to save him," he said softly, "and Voldemort is an aphrodisiac baby who will never know what love is."

"Wait a minute." Dracula stretched out a hand, interrupting Dumbledore's words, "Shouldn't you come up with that set of fetters theory again? This kind of trickery tricks Potter It's fine with such a child, you don't have to use it to deal with me."

"But I'm serious, Professor Dracula." Dumbledore adjusted his glasses and looked directly into Dracula's pupils, "Harry's mother left him a love amulet, and this amulet is deeply Deep in Harry's skin, in his blood. That's why Quirrell couldn't touch Harry."

"Quirrell has sold his soul to Voldemort, thus stained with unicorn blood, becoming a cursed, half-dead remnant soul. His broken soul, when touching a wizard with an amulet of love At that time, it will be purified by the radiance of that powerful positive emotion."

"Then according to what you said, is it possible for any powerful wizard to be killed by a weak man who is powerless but full of love?" Dracula snorted disapprovingly, "Mr. , do you think this is reasonable?"

"Professor Dracula, but love is an unreasonable thing." Dumbledore gently stroked the wand in his hand, his thoughts drifted to nowhere, "Love is the positive energy projected by the human spirit. Let's do a lot of things that would never have been possible."

"It's the same with Lily, she used her love to gain the power to fight Voldemort..."

Dracula frowned, and suddenly put his hand on the side of Harry's neck, with sharp nails protruding from his fingertips.

Dumbledore was taken aback and stood up quickly. "what do you want

What? "

"I didn't want to do anything, I see you are nervous." Dracula took his hand back and glanced at Dumbledore, "So it's just a specific blood magic, I really don't understand how you said such a simple thing complicated."

"According to my observations, when Potter's mother sacrificed her life, she condensed a strong positive emotion and infused these two powers into Potter's bloodline with a specific bloodline magic. Therefore, she gained the ability to resist killing specific powers of the

"It's a very ingenious magic. It really allows her to temporarily defeat the strong with the weak." Dracula said while looking at the arteries in Harry's neck with a little greed.

If it weren't for Dumbledore being here, he really wanted to take some of Harry's blood that contained the unique blood magic...

Just then, Harry woke up.

He stared blankly at Dumbledore at first, and then suddenly shouted: "Sir! The Philosopher's Stone! Voldemort got off Quirrell, he must have got the Philosopher's Stone!"

"Don't get excited, my dear boy, what you're saying is a little outdated," said Dumbledore gently. "Voldemort didn't get the Philosopher's Stone."

Harry froze for a moment, then suddenly thought of the last scene he saw before he passed out——

"I remember! The last time I saw Snape coming from the other side of the door!" He said gratefully, "Sir, was it Snape... no, Professor Snape saved me! He saved Hit me twice!"

Chapter 76 Honestly

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Hearing Harry's grateful words, Dracula's mouth curled into a smug smile, and he pulled open the white curtain between the beds in the school infirmary.

Suddenly, a big oily man with a haggard face appeared in Harry's sight.

"S...Professor Snape?" Harry was stunned for a moment, looking at the face in the next bed, awkwardly, the words he wanted to say were stuck in his throat.

After all, he and Snape had had a long-standing grudge in just one school year. The two disliked each other, and they only wanted to trouble each other every day.

After waking up in the school infirmary today, it was because Snape was not here that Harry had the courage to tell Dumbledore and Dracula what was in his heart, expressing his inner feelings for Snape's two rescue efforts gratitude.

However, Dracula suddenly opened the curtain, as if pulling away the fig leaf between two people, and suddenly let these two people with extremely complicated relationships meet each other frankly...

This embarrassing scene made Harry blush, and he didn't know what to say for a long time.

As for Snape on the other side, he was eavesdropping on the conversation in the next bed with his face sideways.The sudden opening of the curtain made him startled, and he quickly leaned his head on the pillow, pretending that he had never woken up.

However, he overheard the movement of leaning on the pillow with his ears up, and the other three people present had a panoramic view...

"Professor Snape, there's no need to be so shy, I know you're awake." Dracula said with a half-smile, "Potter is about to thank you, isn't it impolite for you to ignore me like this? ?”

Dumbledore watched Snape's performance from the side with a smile, and also interjected.

"Severus, don't be so unkind. Today is just a good opportunity to repair the relationship between you and Harry." He said cheerfully, "I think Lily will be very happy to see You take care of her son."

Snape was still lying on the bed, motionless, completely unwilling to face such an embarrassing situation.

However, his tightly pursed lips and trembling eyelids all reflected the unrest in his heart.

"Professor Snape..." Looking at Snape's haggard face, Harry gradually became frank and natural, and his speech speed changed from stumbling to fluent, "Thank you, Snape Professor, I know you saved me."

Hearing Harry's sincere thanks, Snape finally couldn't continue pretending to be asleep.