The Blood Professor at Hogwarts

Although it was a question sentence, his tone already revealed the meaning of driving people away.

Cedric thanked Dracula tactfully, then turned and left the office.

The Wesley twins, on the other hand, didn't notice Dracula's intention to drive people away, and stood there stupidly, trying to find a way to get the amulet without relying on their test scores.

However, the next moment, the two red-haired figures screamed and were thrown out of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office as if they were being thrown out.

"boom!"

The office door closed heavily.

……

An hour later, Professor McGonagall, who already knew Dracula very well, came to the third floor from the vice principal's office on the second floor to prevent him from lying in the office and pretending to be dead, and took the reluctant Dracula out of the office. He called out and asked him to come to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom to invigilate the exam.

The weather in June was very sweltering, and the castle was not equipped with cooling magic, so the big classrooms made the little wizards feel uncomfortably hot.

Dracula was the first to disagree with being in this environment, so he closed the doors and windows of the classroom and blew into the air above the classroom.

A piece of cool air descended from the sky, bringing a very refreshing feeling to the classroom in summer.The little wizards all expressed their perfect marks in the Defense Against the Dark Arts exam experience, and they will come again next year!

After all the little wizards received a quill specially used for the exam and read the anti-cheating spell, the bell in the Hogwarts clock tower rang loudly, and the Defense Against the Dark Arts exam officially began——

The little wizards buried their heads in writing the exam questions that Dumbledore personally gave. The classroom was quiet, only the sound of the quill writing on the parchment.

Some little wizards frowned and thought hard, some were excited and wrote vigorously, and some looked calm...Of course, Dracula also saw a few little wizards sleeping on the table directly resigned to their fate. never attended class at all...

At the beginning of the invigilation, Dracula was quite interested in admiring the actions and expressions of the little wizards who were scratching their heads and looking sad. The performance lost patience.

So Dracula sat silently behind the podium, cast a spell on the seat to conjure up a figure exactly like him, and then slipped out of the examination room quietly under the cover of the illusion spell.

Dracula leaned against the railing of the corridor outside the door, looking into the distance.

At this moment, his eyes moved slightly.

A delicate crystal ball with a soft shimmer was pulled out of his pocket by Dracula, and it was an interconnected pair with the crystal ball that Wes had asked to send to Romania.

In the center of Mohu's crystal ball, there should have been a dim moon spinning quietly.

However, at this moment, that round of dark moon has become extremely bright.

Chapter 81 Voldemort and the Resurrection Stone (5k word chapter)

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England, Yorkshire, two months ago—

Outside the village of Little Hangleton appeared a very feeble being, worse than a ghost, weaker than the humblest wandering spirit.

This is a remnant of Voldemort's soul.

On the day he stole the Sorcerer's Stone, the soul power that Voldemort spent 11 years accumulating was completely annihilated by Dracula's bloody water prison.Now he can only rely entirely on the existence of the Horcrux to barely guarantee the survival of his soul.

Today, Voldemort's form of existence is like a bubble that is so transparent that it is almost indistinguishable to the naked eye. His facial features are blurred, and he has no hands and feet. It flutters with the cold wind that blows from time to time, and it seems that it may collapse at any time.

He was a little unconscious, but he was still murmuring subconsciously:

"I haven't lost...I haven't lost...I still have other hole cards I haven't used...I will definitely come back..."

While muttering, he worked hard against the wind and drifted towards Little Hangleton in Yorkshire.

In fact, he really wanted to go back to the Albanian forest where he had been for 11 years. At least he was familiar with that place, and there was a viper named Nagini who could accompany him, so that he would not be completely alone. .

But after he used his horcrux diary to restore power, he has discovered a more efficient and faster recovery method.In his heart, he didn't want to wait another 11 years of suffering.

So he chose Little Hangleton, where the Gaunt family's ancestral home was located.

After an unknown amount of time, Voldemort drifted weakly to the edge of a valley on the outskirts of Little Hangleton.

In the dense woods beside the valley, there is a dilapidated shack half hidden in a pile of tangled tree trunks.The jumble of trees growing near the shed blocks all the light and the view of the valley below, giving the building a somewhat eerie atmosphere among the trees.

The walls of the shed were covered with green moss, and so many tiles had fallen from the roof that in some places the rafters could be seen.Unnamed vines grew around it, their tips reaching up to the small, thick, grime-covered windows.

Voldemort's bubble of anticipation and ecstasy blew through the cracks in the grimy glass and floated into the interior of the shed.

The shed was dilapidated, full of rusty pots and pans, moldy furniture, and all kinds of garbage, just like the scene when Voldemort first came here when he was 16 years old.

The dilapidated scene of Gaunt's ancestral home at that time made the young Riddle only disgusted and disappointed with this sad family, and it also gave him a new understanding of the so-called pure-blood supremacists.

But this time when he came back in embarrassment, he was like a lost dog.

He didn't have any thoughts of nostalgia for the past or criticizing this decadent family, and there was only one thing in his mind——

Get back the Horcrux he hid under the floorboards!

The bubbles formed by Voldemort followed the warped and ragged wooden floor, and entered the dark bottom of the floor.

A ring lay quietly in the cracks of the muddy floor.

The ring was gold and set with a large, jet-black stone.The workmanship of the ring does not seem to be very fine, it even looks a bit ugly, and the material of the gold ring seems clumsy and uncoordinated.

The ring's black stone was engraved with a prominent emblem—a triangle containing a circle inside, both bisected by a vertical line.

According to Marvolo Gunter, the name of the emblem is the Peverell Badge.

And if Dumbledore sees this sign, there is a high probability that he will involuntarily say its real name - Deathly Hallows!

However, Voldemort didn't know that this was the legendary Deathly Hallows.

In the past, he only knew that this ring could be used to control corpses and create an army of necromancers, but now he only knows that this ring can bring him a more efficient recovery speed and help him in his resurrection.

After seeing the ring for real, a relieved expression appeared on Voldemort's phantom lake face, and then he quickly threw his whole body into the black stone on the ring.

This one

Horcruxes did not absorb Voldemort's knowledge and personality, so they did not have their own consciousness like the diary.In addition, Voldemort cast a curse on the Horcrux ring that was completely under his control and was so powerful that it could hurt the wizard.

Under these two conditions, Voldemort was able to forcibly absorb the soul fragments in the Horcruxes back into his own soul, even in his extreme weakness.

A burst of light suddenly shone from beneath the rotting floor—

The already fragile wooden floor was blasted into a piece of dust, and countless fragments of tiles fell down and piled up on the ground.

Then, a phantom figure with an ugly face stood up from the debris.

"My strength is not enough, I still need a real body!" Voldemort murmured hoarsely in a terrifying voice.

The next moment, he instantly appeared in an extremely dark, overgrown cemetery.

To the right of the cemetery there is a tall yew tree, and behind it is the black silhouette of a small church.

On a hillside on the left there is an exquisite old house--the old Riddle house, a very luxurious and bright building, in sharp contrast to the Gaunt's shed.

Voldemort just glanced over there and didn't pay any more attention. After all, the people there had already been killed by him decades ago.

Walking along the path of the cemetery, he looked at the tombstones one by one until he found a well-repaired marble tombstone with a name written on it——

"Tom Riddle".

Voldemort looked at the tombstone with the same name engraved on it, without any sadness or joy in his heart.He had long since abandoned everything that belonged to the name.

He raised his hand and aimed at the graveyard with the black stone on the ring in his hand.

The tomb suddenly cracked open, and a corpse with only bones left floated up from the tomb, drifting towards Voldemort's phantom figure.

Under the action of the resurrection stone, a piece of white light enveloped the corpse, separating all the dirt and dirt attached to the skeleton, gradually removing all impurities, leaving only a complete skeleton that is pure white without a trace of dust.

Then, old Tom Riddle's skeleton accelerated suddenly, crashing straight into Voldemort's illusory figure.

White light radiated from the bones, covering Voldemort's whole body.

After a while, the light slowly dissipated.

A man with a terrifying face appeared in front of the split tomb—

His skin was as white as bone, his body was thin and shriveled, and his eyes were scarlet.The face paler than chalk is like a skull, the bridge of the nose is sunken, and the fingers are unnaturally long and thin, like some deformed spider legs...

Voldemort clenched his fists, feeling the feeling of having a body that he hadn't experienced for a long time, his deformed face was full of intoxication.

"It's wonderful, the feeling of having a body—" He took a deep breath of the stale breath in the cemetery, and whispered to himself.

"The father's bones, donated unintentionally, can make his son regenerate... Oh, this damn old thing is still useful!" Voldemort sneered, unapologetic for digging his biological father's grave, "The next thing is What is left, the flesh of the servant, the blood of the enemy?"

In fact, Voldemort does not have a complete body now.

He just borrowed the power of the resurrection stone that he didn't know in his hand, and used his father's bones as a frame to build a simple but practical body.But the flesh and blood on this body is still not real, but fabricated by magic.

"The servant's meat is easy for me to get. As for the blood of the enemy...it depends on whether my diary can take Potter's blood under the nose of Dracula and Dumbledore."

Thinking of the scene when Dracula completely annihilated his soul source, Voldemort's scarlet eyes shone with hatred.

"Heh, doesn't Dracula like to have fun?" He sneered, "In that case, I might as well make some fun for him first, I hope he can have fun..."

Voldemort put the ring on his middle finger and clenched his fist suddenly.

The next moment, all the tombs in the cemetery were split in two, and skeletons that had been dead for a long time crawled out of the tombs stiffly.Their bodies are rotting, their hair is falling out, their eyes are cloudy, and they walk with twisted and strange steps.

Cutting came close to Voldemort.

A wicked grin appeared on Voldemort's mouth.

Then, a cloud of black smoke covered a group of newly made Inferi, and he apparated out of a dark cave with these Inferi.

Inside the cave lay many naked humans, all of them in ragged clothes, covered in mud, with hatred and despair in their eyes.

The sudden visit of Voldemort with a deformed face led a large group of extremely strange infernal corpses, causing these people to show vigilant eyes, and bared their teeth to block him at the entrance of the cave.

"What are you here for? Outsiders are not welcome here!" A leading man who was clearly dressed better than others stepped forward and said in a bad tone.

"boom!"

Voldemort did not see any movement, and the leading man immediately flew up, slammed into the rock above the cave, fell heavily, and passed out.

"Next time you see me, remember to speak well!" Voldemort said coldly.

Many people in rags didn't feel scared when they saw this scene of beating people, as if they had long been used to it.

They huddled together and rushed towards Voldemort, trying to bite and scratch his body with their teeth and long nails.

Voldemort looked cold and waved his wand.

A large area of ​​people at the entrance of the cave was emptied instantly, leaving a wide space for Voldemort and the corpse behind him to walk.