The Blood Professor at Hogwarts

Caught off guard, he was hit suddenly by the knockback spell and fell off the edge of the cauldron.

"what are you doing?!"

Voldemort was furious, looking at Riddle with scarlet eyes.

Seeing Riddle's rebellious expression, Voldemort didn't realize until this moment that Snape was right, the soul he split off was the real undercover agent!

And the purpose of this soul fragment is precisely the resurrection potion that he desires so much!

"Fuck you all! Catch him!" Voldemort looked at the frightened Death Eaters and roared viciously.

At the same time, he himself raised his wand and angrily cast countless angry spells at Riddle!

Although Voldemort threw the bones of his father, Tom Riddle Sr., into the cauldron and lost part of his physical strength at this time, his strength is still not comparable to that of the soul fragments of Riddle, the Horcrux Diary. .

Riddle fell into a disadvantage as soon as he fought against him, and could only resist Voldemort's attack with his left and right.

However, Voldemort was not alone here, more and more Death Eaters surrounded him and attacked Riddle.

The situation is about to become dangerous!

However, although Riddle obviously couldn't bear the attack of many spells, he didn't show the slightest panic, and there seemed to be other confidence in his eyes.

Sure enough, when he couldn't hold on any longer, he suddenly shouted——

"Professor Dracula, help me!"

Hearing this call for help, almost all Death Eaters, even all wizards present including Voldemort froze.

They subconsciously turned their heads back and forth, trying to find that terrifying figure.

Voldemort also looked around nervously, only to be slightly relieved when he found that Dracula was nowhere to be seen.

"Stop bluffing, Tom, there is no way for Dracula to enter our base." There was a mocking smile on the corner of his mouth, "Here is the spell of loyalty, unless I personally allow anyone to enter, otherwise no one We can discover the location of this bunker!"

"Oh? Is this true?" A mellow voice suddenly sounded.

"Of course!" Voldemort replied proudly.

However, the next moment, he showed an expression of extreme astonishment, even horror, and looked towards the place where the voice came from.

I saw a silver-haired figure who came here at some unknown time, leaning against the door of the meeting room, looking at Voldemort and the Death Eaters here with a half-smile.

"It's impossible!" Voldemort widened his scarlet eyes, and looked in the direction of the door of the conference room in a daze, "It's impossible... how could you enter the place where the Fidelity Curse was cast..."

"The Fidelity Curse is indeed very powerful, and there is almost no possibility of breaking it—" Dracula looked at Voldemort's panicked expression with interest, and smiled softly, "But it is just a magic after all, as long as it is magic There must be a way to deal with it.”

"As far as I know, the mechanism of the Fidelity Curse is to hide a secret in the soul of a living person. As long as the keeper does not reveal it, the secret will not be discovered, even if the Imperius Curse and Veritaserum are used."

"Mr. Voldemort, don't know if you've forgotten, but you don't have a single soul—"

Dracula laughed happily, "Mr. Riddle's soul comes from the same source as yours. Since you have hidden the secret of this base in your soul, the scope of the Fidelity Curse... is only Only your soul can speak the secret."

"And your soul is already very similar to Riddle's, so as long as you modify Riddle's soul with a little magic, it's not enough to cheat the loyalty curse.

hard. "

Looking at Dracula with a happy smile on his lips, Voldemort was dumbfounded.

He never dreamed that the person who exposed this base that had just been built a few days ago was none other than himself!

I was the undercover agent? !

Voldemort knew that today might be a bad day, so he gritted his teeth and rushed towards the cauldron suddenly.

He rushed forward, shouting loudly, "Stop them, as long as you can!"

Voldemort wanted to be the first to put his soul into the resurrection potion in the crucible. If he could be resurrected on the spot and regain his peak strength, then he still had the power to face Dracula in a battle!

The Death Eaters around looked at Dracula by the door, with different expressions, some were high-spirited, some hesitated, some were doubtful, and some were afraid.

In the end, the Death Eaters led by Nott and Avery chose to attack Dracula immediately.

Nott is because he made some mistakes in the ten years when Voldemort left, and now he wants to make up for it;

And Avery only has a left hand holding a wand, and he is extremely eager to help Voldemort restore his peak strength, only in this way can his efforts be rewarded.Only when Voldemort recovers his strength will he be able to make up for his right hand that was severed during refining medicine, and will he be given a higher status that matches his efforts.

Others are performers like Lucius.

As soon as Lucius received Voldemort's order, he began to try his best to avoid the center of the upcoming battle. At the same time, his actions also meant to distance himself from the other Death Eaters in front of Dracula to show his alignment.

A small group of Death Eaters headed by Lucius once again started the performance of paddling and fishing. They chanted their spells louder than anyone else, and the light at the tip of their wands was much brighter than others, but it took a long time. Not a single decent spell was cast.

In the scene that became chaotic in an instant, Voldemort rushed towards the cauldron at high speed.

He was only hit by a repelling spell, and the distance from the crucible wasn't too far away, as soon as he took a step, he was very close to the crucible.

However, this one step away turned into a long distance——

A silver-haired figure stood in front of the cauldron, raised his hand and erected a transparent light curtain, blocking Voldemort behind the light curtain.

His seemingly thin body firmly blocked every inch of Voldemort's way forward!

Voldemort rushed very fast and hit the light curtain very hard.

His face slammed against the transparent light curtain, and his noseless face became even flatter, as if he had been trampled by an elephant's big foot and pressed to the ground again. I rubbed on it for a long time.

After Voldemort was frustrated, he turned his head subconsciously, wanting to angrily reprimand those Death Eaters who couldn't stop even one person.

However, when he turned his head, he found that the silver-haired figure at the door was still standing there, waving his wand casually, blocking countless attacks of the Death Eaters' spells very casually.

Seeing Voldemort's gaze, Dracula at the door also averted his gaze and smiled at him.

Voldemort looked at the silver-haired figure in front of him again, and found that this was also the same Dracula, but his figure was more real than the one at the door.

His emotions were immersed in shock and panic before, and he didn't see any weirdness.

It wasn't until now that Voldemort discovered that Dracula at the door was just an avatar or power projection, so it seemed a bit illusory like his soul body.

Voldemort suddenly realized that there might be nothing wrong with the map Snape had given him.

It's just that even he was deceived by Dracula, which led to the red light spot representing Dracula on the map, which could only be the location of Dracula's incarnation first.

"Severus, I misunderstood you." Voldemort said silently in his heart.

Afterwards, he gave Snape a meaningful look, hoping that Snape's Legilimency could be activated in time to understand what he meant.

This look means something like this:

"Severus, today I may have failed again, and the Death Eaters will probably be severely damaged. But you still have a chance

Yes, if you continue to lurk in Hogwarts well, I will definitely come back! "

Snape was silent for a moment, then nodded slowly.

After Voldemort turned his head, Snape lowered his head with a mocking smile on his face.

Even Snape, who secretly forged a great enmity with Voldemort because of what happened 12 years ago, couldn't help showing a somewhat pitiful look at this moment——

Voldemort probably didn't know that Snape, whom he had sincerely hoped for, was the biggest undercover agent...

This time, whether it was Riddle's exposure or Dracula's intentional display of his incarnation, it was all to cover Snape to better lurk among the Death Eaters, so as to ensure that Hogwarts could have enough people from Death Eater intelligence.

Regardless of the era, occasion, or person, information is always important.

On the other side, in Voldemort's desperate eyes, a blood-red water prison wrapped his illusory body.

This is Dracula's bloody dungeon magic.

Last semester, after Voldemort failed to steal the Sorcerer's Stone, his soul was wrapped up in all directions by Dracula's magic, and was finally completely eroded by blood.

"Mr. Voldemort, it seems that I have to let you see with your own eyes how your clone can restore your peak strength instead of you." Dracula looked at Voldemort covered in blood and smiled lightly.

Dracula gave back to Voldemort almost exactly what he had said to Snape earlier, only changing a few names.

This kind of murderous behavior made Voldemort furious, and even through the bloody water prison, he could see his purple face with anger.

"This is just the beginning, Voldemort. Are you going to be unable to hold on?" Dracula then repeated what Voldemort had said before, his tone full of ridicule.

Voldemort took a deep breath and managed to calm down.

"If you want to do it, do it quickly, you don't need to bully me like this!" He said very stubbornly, relying on the fact that he still has a lot of Horcruxes, even if his soul is wiped out, there is still a way to resurrect it.

However, Dracula is also very aware of the fact that he has Horcruxes, and he doesn't follow him at all.

"Don't be in a hurry to die, Mr. Voldemort." He squeezed his chin and said thoughtfully, "Let's think about it... you say, if I don't destroy you, but lock your soul in this place for a long time Wouldn't it be the best choice for you to be unable to revive in the water dungeon, and also incapable of going out to stir up trouble?"

Voldemort's eyes widened suddenly, his expression horrified.

"You're a devil, Dracula!" he said through gritted teeth, staring at Dracula closely.

"Strictly speaking, you can indeed call me a devil." Dracula didn't think he was offended, but chuckled softly, "Of course, if you look at what you have done, it is obvious that you are more like me than me." is a devil."

Standing in the bloody water prison, Voldemort fell silent and stopped talking.

After a while, he took a deep breath, as if he had made some kind of decision, and nodded heavily.

"Don't worry, Dracula. I won't do what you want." Voldemort's voice came from the bloody water prison.

Dracula looked over curiously, and found that black flames suddenly ignited in Voldemort's scarlet eyes.

The next moment, Voldemort's whole body was ignited by black flames.

"I'll be back again, Dracula..."

After saying these words, his phantom body completely burned up, turned into ashes and scattered in the blood-red water prison.

Watching Voldemort burn himself like this in front of his eyes, Dracula blinked in a daze.

"Eh...how did your main soul ignite spontaneously?" He looked at Riddle beside him and asked with an innocent face.

"Didn't you say you were going to lock him up?" Riddle wiped the cold sweat that didn't exist on his head, and whispered, "He chose to spontaneously combust in order to have a chance to continue to be resurrected..."

"I was just joking just now..." Dracula shrugged, "It's too troublesome to maintain a magic all the time just to guard a Voldemort! I'm too lazy to do that."

Riddle: "..."

"Okay, let's not talk about it. This time, Voldemort should be able to be honest for a long time." Dracula said with a chuckle, "There is another thing, the resurrection potion prepared by Voldemort is here. Don't you want to go in and experience it?"

"I'm just a soul fragment, can I really use this resurrection potion?" Riddle still couldn't believe it.

"It's always good to try." Dracula said, "In addition, Voldemort obviously divided his soul into many parts. When you absorb one part, it is not necessarily better than the main soul. How much smaller is the share."