The Blood Professor at Hogwarts

If anyone else passed by here, they might just think that there was a heavy snowfall in June.

There was no trace of blood on the ground below the city wall, instead there was a large expanse of fine ash as pure as snow, which evenly covered the entire battlefield.

Occasionally there is a breeze blowing, and it will set off a gray haze.

Dracula and Serena quietly stepped on the ashes of the corpse, leaving two lines of shallow footprints.

"I still remember that there were so many yin corpses under the city wall last night that they couldn't be counted." Serena said suddenly, breaking the silence, "But you can actually control countless bats and burn every yin corpse to death. Gray?"

"Naturally." Dracula raised the corners of his mouth and nodded to her, "None of the corpses within my range of perception fell."

Serena puffed her lips, seeming a little depressed.

"Keep working hard, maybe you can reach this level in a few hundred years." Dracula said with a chuckle.

However, the next moment, Serena's expression showed a trace of surprise, and she stretched out her hand and pointed to the other side of the battlefield.

"What do you think that is? It's definitely a ghost, don't play tricks!" She glanced at Dracula excitedly, and said loudly, "Admit it, even if you make a move, there will be fish that slip through the net! "

Dracula looked suspiciously in the direction of Serena's finger, and found that there seemed to be a pale body with cloudy eyes and stiff and slow movements, wandering aimlessly.

He frowned and disappeared instantly.

When he appeared again, he had already come to the side of the corpse.

Unlike most other Yin corpses, this Yin corpse's body is well preserved, its limbs are sound, and its skin is rarely festered, but it looks a little edematous, as if it has been soaked in some unknown liquid for a long time.

Dracula looked at the back of his neck for the first time, and found a piece of scorched black skin.

"Selina, look here." Dracula waved to Serena who just flew over, pointing to the position behind the neck of the infernal corpse, "Actually, I didn't miss this infernal corpse. The burning bat has landed on the back of his neck, but somehow it wasn't set on fire."

Serena showed a thoughtful expression.

"Could it be that your flame has failed?" She asked, "Look at him, it's obvious that he has been soaked in water for a long time, maybe the fire you let the bat carry is too small, and it was extinguished by the water ?”

"..."

Dracula looked at Serena and was silent for a long time.

"You...why are you looking at me like that?" Serena asked weakly, "Is there something wrong with what I said?"

"I just suspect that you have no brains when you go out this time." Dracula said speechlessly, "You tell me, when did our talent flame become so fragile that it can be extinguished by water? There is not much water left!"

"What's so fierce, I'm just offering a guess..." Serena said without confidence, "After all, I've never seen such a situation that doesn't make sense..."

Dracula also had some doubts about this, so he began to carefully look at the appearance of this infernal corpse.

This is a somewhat thin Yin corpse. He has long and thick black hair, which did not fall off even after being soaked for a long time. Because it was not taken care of, it covered half of his cheeks.

Dracula waved his hand lightly, and a gust of wind blew his hair behind his ears, revealing a handsome face even though it was edematous. From the expression on his face, one can even vaguely see See a trace of arrogance in life.

"He shouldn't have been an ordinary person before he was alive, I don't know why

will be reduced to such a point. "Dracula sighed softly.

His eyes continued to move down, looking at the body of this ghost.

Although the long-time soaking made the robes on the Yin Corpse look a bit faded, but the preciousness of its materials could still be discerned vaguely.

"Wait a minute, look here!" Serena's voice suddenly sounded, "This sign seems familiar!"

She stood beside the infernal corpse, raised his left arm, and pulled his sleeve up a little, showing the inside of his forearm in front of Dracula's eyes.

Just on the inside of his forearm, there is a bright red mark——

It's a skull with a snake sticking out of the skull's mouth!

"This is... the Dark Mark?" Dracula looked at the mark in surprise, and became even more puzzled in his heart.

As the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts, of course Dracula inevitably came into contact with information about the Dark Lord. Not only that, he even personally annihilated the Dark Lord's soul once.

So he knows exactly what this mark is.

This is the Dark Mark that only high-status Death Eaters possess, and Death Eaters of Fenrir's level do not have this mark.

But why did the Dark Mark appear on a corpse summoned by Voldemort?

Could it be that Voldemort has become so insane that he even wants to kill his own people mercilessly, and even make them into evil corpses that don't deserve to die?

"If he was a former Death Eater, then it shouldn't be difficult to find out the identity of this wizard during his lifetime."

Dracula suppressed his doubts, and pointed to the left chest of the robe worn by Yin Corpse with his fingers.

"Repair as ever()."

A ray of light flashed, and a bright color appeared on the left chest of the clothes, as if it had been restored to a brand new piece of fabric.

There is an elaborate family coat of arms—

The coat of arms is decorated with a mountain symbol, two five-pointed stars and a shield with a short sword, flanked by two greyhounds leaping.

If we use the terminology of heraldry, it is "black, with the mountain shape between two stars as the main body, a sword as the base, and silver..."

……

On the other side, four Privet Drive in Little Whinging, Surrey, England.

Early in the morning, this disharmonious family had a dispute at the dining table——

"This is the third time this week!" A man as obese as a fat pig roared across the table, "If you can't control that owl, let it go!"

Across the table, a skinny boy in glasses tried to explain.

"He's bored, he's used to flying outside, if I could let him out at night..." He was interrupted by his uncle, Vernon Dursley.

"You think I'm a fool?" yelled Uncle Vernon, a slice of unswallowed fried egg dangling from his bushy beard. "I know what it's like to let an owl out!"

The skinny boy hastened his breakfast with resentment, then rushed upstairs to his room, locked the door, and lay quietly on the old bed.

The boy wearing glasses is the famous savior in the wizarding world, Harry Potter.

However, the boy who lived, the hero who won the house cup for Gryffindor and the savior of the wizarding world, was locked in a small room and did not communicate with his friends for most of the holiday.

Ever since Harry came home from summer vacation, Uncle Vernon had been treating him like a ticking time bomb, because Harry was not a normal kid.

In the eyes of a Muggle like Vernon Dursley, he was indeed quite abnormal.

Harry was a wizard, a freak in the eyes of these Muggles.He had just finished his first grade at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and he had to return to such a disharmonious family during the summer vacation.

If the Dursleys were upset that he was home for the summer, their unhappiness was nothing compared to Harry's.

He misses Hogwarts so much now that his guts hurt from thinking about it.

He missed the castle, and the secret passages and ghosts, and his magic lessons.And when he thought of the many subjects in the school,

He thought of Professor Dracula whom he admired, the stern Professor McGonagall, the amiable Professor Sprout...and even Professor Snape, whom he hated very much but now has complicated feelings.

Harry clearly remembered that he had had a big fight with Professor Snape before going home, again ruining the newly thawed relationship.

Lying on the bed, he felt that he was very awake now.However, when he recalled the scene when he quarreled with Snape more than a month ago, he always felt that his memory was not clear.

Harry is very clear that he has lived in a difficult environment since he was a child, and grew up being bullied by his cousin Dudley and his friends, but he can still find ways to enjoy himself and bring himself happiness under such conditions. Come for spiritual comfort.

A teenager who grows up in such an environment rarely grows up to be an irritable person.

Thinking about it now, the quarrel with Professor Snape at that time was probably a sudden impulse of his own, and he couldn't control his eagerness to restore the relationship with him.

"Maybe I should write an apology letter to Professor Snape." Harry thought silently, looking at the yellowed ceiling in the room.

But he couldn't write a letter.

As soon as Harry arrived home, Uncle Vernon locked his spellbook, wand, robes, cauldron, and the superlative Nimbus 2000 into the small, dark cupboard under the stairs.

The Dursleys didn't care if Harry would be expelled from the college Quidditch team for not practicing for a summer!What did it matter to them that Harry didn't do any of his homework and couldn't turn in errands when he got back to school?

The Dursleys were the most conformist and change-averse Muggles.In their view, having a "wizard" in the family is a great shame!

Uncle Vernon even locked Harry's owl, Hedwig, in her cage, preventing her from delivering messages to anyone in the wizarding world.

"Ron, Hermione...Neville, why don't you send me a letter?" Harry lay on the bed in pain, thinking of his friends, "If you can think of sending your owl over, then It's not like I can't even post a letter..."

Just when Harry was about to burst into tears, there was a sound of pages turning from the window.

Harry turned his head subconsciously, and saw a blank diary with a black cover, turning its pages automatically without wind.

"Tom?!" Harry walked to the window in surprise, looking at the blank diary with tears in his eyes, "How did you get out of that cupboard under the stairs?"

Then he realized that the diary could not hear his voice directly, so he found a quill secretly hidden from the crack of the bed, dipped some saliva in his mouth, and wrote in the diary what he had just said. The problem.

Two lines of elegant handwriting emerged from the blank page of the diary:

"Harry, as I said, I can use a small amount of magic."

"Then can you get me out of this damn place?" Harry wrote, "I don't want to stay here any longer, but I've lost my wand and I can't deal with them without magic. "

"Don't be impatient, Harry." The diary wrote, "Although I don't have the power to take you out of here, I can think of a good idea for you."

"First of all, we must take revenge for all the suffering you have suffered!"

Seeing the scrawled writing on the diary, Harry hesitated.

Chapter 91 The Resurrection of an Inferi

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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?