Professor The Vampire Earl of Hogwarts

Dracula, Dumbledore, and Grindelwald walk out of the Hog's Head and into the streets of Hogsmeade.

In the distance, a dense stream of people appeared at the end of Hogsmeade village. At this time, the railway tracks of Hogsmeade station had been flooded, and they were moving eastward towards Hogwarts like walking corpses.

Not only that, the originally clear sky seemed to have been filled with dark clouds, the atmosphere was extremely depressing, and endless negative emotions fell from the sky, obliterating the smiles on everyone's faces.

"Look, who said just now that Voldemort has been dealt with?" Aberforth said in a strange tone, "the number of infernal corpses and dementors this time is far more than any previous one." , could it be that a Dark Lord more powerful than Voldemort suddenly appeared somewhere?"

"That's not certain." Dracula smiled enthusiastically, and turned to look at Dumbledore: "How to say, Albus, how do the ghouls and dementors on the two sides divide their work?"

Dumbledore looked at Hogwarts Castle in the east, with a smile on his face, and he looked in a good mood.

"It seems that there is no need for us to take action over there, isn't it?"

Dracula and Grindelwald also looked over the jagged roof of Hogsmeade to the tall main tower of Hogwarts.

Originally under the influence of the dementors, in the dense, pitch-black sky, a faint beam of silver light penetrated the dense crowd of dementors, dispelling a circle of negative emotions of fear and sadness.

Immediately afterwards, two beams of silver light came out.

There are more and more silver lights, gradually converging into a torrent as bright as a galaxy.

A bright stag rushes at the head of the torrent, followed by an otter and a Jack Russell terrier, followed by a horse, a hare, a swan, foxes, boars, Various animals such as cats are running in the torrent...

In addition to these morphological patron saints, there are also countless semi-solid and semi-illusory silver lights and endless silver mist accompanying them.

Faced with such a large number of dementors, a single Patronus may seem powerless.

But when half of the students in the castle have learned the Patronus Charm, then the Patronus will be as powerful as the Dementor.

"Before you know it, the children have grown up, and it's time to be able to take care of themselves." Dumbledore looked at the gathered silver torrent, wiped the corners of his eyes, and said with emotion.

"Sometimes I really think they are still freshmen, one is more mischievous than the other, Minerva nagging me all day to manage them..."

"Why do you suddenly start to miss the past?" Grindelwald interrupted him with a smile, "Then I want to tell you how I spent those 50 years in the Tower."

Seeing that Dumbledore and Grindelwald were about to start remembering the past, and Dracula looked interested and ready to listen to the story, Aberforth next to him couldn't stand it anymore.

"I said what's going on with you three?" Aberforth said impatiently, "The infernal corpse and the dementors are coming, and the three of you don't want to solve it, but miss the past here instead? This makes you miss the past Is it time!"

Dumbledore woke up like a dream, as if he just remembered the business.

"I'm old, I always like to recall the past." He shook his head with some shame, and said softly, "Don't worry, Aberforth, this matter will be resolved soon."

Afterwards, Dumbledore glanced at Grindelwald, hesitated, and handed over the resurrection stone ring on his finger.

Grindelwald looked at the ring that Dumbledore handed over, and his expression was in a trance for a moment.

"Gellert, take the Resurrection Stone first, and I'll give you the Infernal Corpse." Seeing that Grindelwald hadn't moved, Dumbledore reminded him aloud, "I remember you used to be good at necromancy. "

"Well... At that time, a little unicorn was resurrected with necromancy, and it was destroyed by you with Newt." Grindelwald came back to his senses, took the ring lightly, and replied casually, "No problem , are just some low-level corpses."

"Professor Dracula..." Dumbledore turned to Dracula again.

"Go and deal with what you need to do." Dracula nodded, "I'll watch in the dark, don't worry."

Dumbledore finally relaxed and raised his arms to his side.

A fiery red phoenix landed on his arm, bringing Dumbledore into a golden red flame and dissipating on the spot.

Grindelwald watched Dumbledore's leaving figure, clutching the resurrection stone ring tightly in his hand.

Then he chuckled softly, turned around, and faced the group of Inferi corpses that had stepped into the confines of Hogsmeade Village and caused a commotion.

Now, only Aberforth and Dracula are left at the door of the Pig's Head Bar.

"Why do they both have missions, but you don't?" Aberforth looked at Dracula who was still standing there, and asked suspiciously.

"Who said that?" Dracula glanced at him, "My mission is the most important, understand?"

"So what's your mission?" Aberforth asked.

"My task..." Dracula laughed happily, then turned around and walked back to the Pig's Head Bar, "Let's have a glass of the best drink here, to ease the mood!"

Aberforth: "..."

……

When Dumbledore arrived at Hogwarts Castle, the dementors in the sky had been dispersed.

A figure was standing at the gate leading to the Great Hall of Hogwarts, pacing back and forth anxiously.

"Tom? You're not going to Minerva's office, what are you doing here?" Dumbledore asked in surprise when he saw this figure, "Didn't you come here to compete with Severus for the position of Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts?" Is it?"

"It was originally like this, but isn't there a large number of dementors invading?" Riddle looked very worried. "I don't think this dementor invasion is accidental. Someone must be secretly doing bad things behind it."

"I think it is necessary to show my ability in front of you and Principal Minerva through this incident——In order to investigate the person behind the dementor, I searched around the castle carefully, and finally found a suspicious person. trace!"

"Have you found the suspicious person?" Dumbledore's face became serious, "Where is he!"

"When I found out just now, it was in the depths of the Forbidden Forest." Riddle said in a deep voice, "But even though I absorbed Voldemort's soul fragments, I haven't digested them completely, and my strength is still a little behind the Great Wizard..."

"Therefore, I am not sure that I should deal with that suspicious person alone, so I must come here and wait for you and Professor Dracula to come over!"

"Tom, you've done a good job!" Dumbledore said seriously, "Wait here for a while, I'll go and explain this to Minerva, and then I'll go find the suspicious man with you." trace."

After that, Dumbledore was about to walk towards the marble stairs leading to the second floor beside the entrance courtyard, when Riddle stopped him again from behind.

"Principal, is Professor Dracula nearby?" Riddle asked, "Should we wait for him to go with him, it would be safer..."

"Professor Dracula still has his own affairs, and there is no time to go back to Hogwarts now." Dumbledore shook his head, "Don't worry, with the two of us together, most situations are enough to deal with. There is no need to bother De Professor Gula."

Riddle nodded slightly.

"I see," he said.

……

A few minutes later, Dumbledore hurried down from upstairs and came straight to Riddle.

"Ready, Tom?" he asked softly.

"I'm ready, Principal Dumbledore." Riddle nodded.

He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he felt that Dumbledore seemed to have changed his aura in just a few minutes. The mysterious and vicissitudes of his aura seemed to have disappeared, and instead he became... as if he was much younger.

'Maybe it's because I explained the school matters to Professor McGonagall, so I relaxed a lot. ' That's all he could think.

Afterwards, Riddle led the way, and Dumbledore followed him quietly, and they walked together into a gloomy cypress deep in the Forbidden Forest.

"Here it is, Mr. Principal." Riddle pointed to a dark symbol carved on the cypress tree in front of him, and said slowly, "Look at that rune symbol, isn't it strange..."

Dumbledore frowned, walked towards the thick cypress tree in front of him, and looked at the black rune characters that seemed to be dancing constantly.

"This is……"

His gaze seemed to be sucked in by the ball of runes, and a ray of confusion appeared in his eyes.

At the same moment, Dumbledore did not see that Riddle behind him suddenly raised his wand——

"Avada Kedavra!"

A dazzling green light penetrated the darkness of the Forbidden Forest, and hit Dumbledore's back impartially...

The figure of the old man was like a big doll, and he fell weakly and heavily on the ground covered with pine leaves. The glasses on his face were broken in two, and his eyes were wide open, as if he never expected the attack to come from behind.

Riddle panted violently, looked at the fallen old headmaster, and couldn't believe that he succeeded so easily.

I don't know why, although he has achieved his goal, he has the illusion that something has left him...

"Tom, you really are still obsessed with ghosts."

In the silent Forbidden Forest, a voice suddenly broke the silent air.

Riddle suddenly turned his head, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"How is it possible! You are not..."

"Tom, do you really think you've hidden well?" Dumbledore, who was full of silver hair, came out from the other side of the Forbidden Forest and said with a heavy expression.

The phoenix Fox stood on his shoulder, combing its golden and red feathers comfortably.

"When Professor Dracula told me that you learned to repent, I realized that you had gone back to your old path." Dumbledore looked deeply into Riddle's eyes, "The Tom Riddle I know Del may change his side, but he will never repent of what he did..."

"Not to mention, many of the things Voldemort did are not your own doing in your eyes...Why do you want to repent for him?"

"At that time, Professor Dracula already understood that you were able to piece together the soul obviously because of the power of Death God. The price may be to dedicate part of the soul fragments to Death God after the matter is completed."

Riddle's pupils constricted violently, obviously he still hasn't recovered from the shock.

He looked incredulously at Dumbledore who had been hit by the Killing Curse before and fell to the ground, only to see that old face twitched a few times, the wrinkled skin gradually became smoother, and the white hair became black , disheveled, and a lightning-shaped scar appeared on his forehead...

"Harry Potter?!" Riddle watched Dumbledore's face change into Harry in horror, and couldn't believe his eyes, "How is this possible..."

Then he turned his head sharply and asked Dumbledore, "Did you feed Harry Polyjuice Potion?"

"Is this your responsibility as the headmaster of Hogwarts? Let your students resist the death curse for you!"

"Tom, don't you realize?" said Dumbledore calmly. "After casting the Killing Curse on Harry 17 years ago, Voldemort inadvertently left a piece of his soul in Harry. It also turned into a special Horcrux at that time..."

"Ha, I see!" Riddle showed a mocking smile, "Because of this, in order to kill me, you must let your students be buried with me, right? The great wizard who guards the magic world really lives up to his reputation! "

"You think too much, Tom, Harry will be fine." Dumbledore said softly.

"He hit me with a killing curse, you tell me he'll be fine?!" Riddle sneered.

"I don't have to lie to you." Dumbledore shook his head.

……

At this moment, Harry stood up in the silent space.

It was a great dome of glass, gleaming in the sunlight high above his head; all was still except for a strange thumping and whimpering sound from the nearby mist. . .

Harry stood on the spot and slowly turned around, the surrounding scenery seemed to appear in front of his eyes.

A large expanse of space, bright and clean, a hall much larger than the auditorium, above which is the clear glass dome.The hall was empty except for him, except—

He saw the thing that was making strange noises.

The shape of that thing is like a naked child, curled up on the ground, the red skin is very rough, it looks like a layer of skin has been peeled off, lying shivering under a seat, it was stuffed there indiscriminately, Struggling to breathe.

Feeling a little scared, Harry took two steps back.

Although that thing is petite and weak, there is a familiar, evil and terrifying aura coming from its body from time to time...

"You came at the wrong time."

A voice suddenly sounded in the silent space.

Harry turned around abruptly, and saw the silver-haired Professor Dracula walking towards him, with brisk steps and the same interested look on his face.

"Professor Dracula?" Harry asked in surprise, "Where am I... Also, why did you say I came at the wrong time?"

"Because I just cheated a good bottle of red wine from a miser just now, and you just got killed at this time." Dracula moved a chair from nowhere and sat down, yes Li motioned, "Sit."

"Yeah, I seem to be under Tom's death curse..." Harry said with a complicated expression, "When Dumbledore told me to cooperate with him to do something, I thought he was joking."

Then, suddenly, Harry's eyes widened.

"So, professor, you are dead too?" He asked in astonishment.

"What nonsense?" Dracula glanced at him, "I wish I could die, but I can't, unfortunately..."

"But...then why are you here, isn't this paradise?" Harry asked.

"Heaven?" Dracula curled his lips. "I feel like the place I went to is hell...Well, to be precise, this place should be called Lost Land, which is between life and death."

"Lost?" Harry looked around in bewilderment.

"That's right, Lost." Dracula nodded, "Riddle's body contains your blood, which absorbed a small part of the spell left by your mother when she died for you, when Voldemort was creating this I believe this will make him not afraid of that powerful guardian magic..."

"However, in fact, this will only form a cycle between you, and no one can kill the other."

"Riddle inherited this body that Voldemort built, so he's also caught in this cycle—he can't really kill you, he'll just drive your soul into the narrow space between life and death right now."

"But... I always feel like it's King's Cross," said Harry, "but it's much cleaner and empty, and I can't see the trains."

"King's Cross Station?" Dracula looked around with interest, then nodded affirmatively, "Yes, everyone sees different things when they come here, maybe in your impression, King's Cross Station is exactly Made a deep impression on you."

"After all, that station can be regarded as the door that leads you into the magic world, right?"

Harry nodded slightly.

"So, how did you get here, Professor?" he asked. "Have you also been under the Kedavra?"

"That's not true." Dracula shrugged, "I collected all three Deathly Hallows, defeated the previous God of Death, and became the current one."

Harry's eyes widened, dumbfounded.

"You...are you kidding me?" he asked stammeringly.

"Do you think I'm joking?" Dracula asked with a chuckle, "If you hadn't come to this place, I definitely wouldn't have told you about it."

Harry suddenly became excited.

"I can't believe that the legendary God of Death has become my professor!" He shouted excitedly, "After that, even if another Voldemort appears, don't I have to worry about it?"

"I'm the god of death now, you're not afraid of me?" Dracula asked in surprise.

"Why should I be afraid of you, Professor?" Harry said with a smile, "You are the most popular Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts!"

Dracula froze for a moment, then laughed softly.

"Yeah, you're right." He chuckled lightly, and his mood became extremely good.

"Professor, tell me quickly, what does it feel like to be the Grim Reaper?" Harry leaned over to Dracula curiously and asked, "It must be very powerful."

"I don't feel much, and it's not much different from before." Dracula sighed, and said depressedly, "I thought it would be interesting to be a god of death, but I was so disappointed..."

"Besides, I was originally a blood race. Maybe I could find a chance to die if I searched carefully, but now I have become a god of death. I can't die at all!"

"I dare not think, how boring I will be in the next few years..."

Dracula slumped on the chair, suddenly feeling a gloomy future.

Looking at this scene, Harry wanted to laugh a little bit, but felt that it was inappropriate, so he could only press his lips together tightly, his face flushed.

"Forget it, the more you talk, the more depressed you get, I won't talk to you anymore." Dracula stood up from the chair with a straight face, and snapped his fingers.

Harry watched as the weird thing under the chair burned to ashes in an instant.

"The fragment of Voldemort's soul in your body has been eliminated." Dracula clapped his hands, as if he had killed a mosquito, "Now you can go back, don't stay in Lost for too long."

"But... how do I get back?" Harry asked.

"Well, let me think about it..." Dracula said softly, thinking, "Since you said we were at King's Cross Station, then I think you could... say... board a train?"

Harry turned his head and saw what seemed to be a real train in the nearby mist, exactly like the Hogwarts Express.

……

Harry woke up and fell face down on the ground, the smell of the Forbidden Forest wafting through his nostrils.

He felt the cold, hard earth and the many thick pine needles under his cheeks, and felt the corners of his glasses, which had been knocked askew when he landed, prick his temples.There was no pain anywhere on his body, and the place hit by the Killing Curse was like being wounded by an iron fist.

He struggled to move, managed to get half of his body up from the ground, and vaguely saw two people confronting each other.

"Harry, are you back?" Dumbledore's voice reached Harry's ears.

The glasses on his face were suddenly repaired by a silent repairing spell. Harry put on the glasses and saw Dumbledore's kind smile and Riddle's stunned face.

"Why...why didn't you die after being hit by the Killing Curse?" Riddle asked in astonishment, "It's not fair, last time you had your mother's guardian magic, why is it this time!"

"It doesn't matter." Dumbledore said softly, "Tom, it's over, you have to admit that you have no chance of becoming the next Dark Lord."

"No! It's not over yet!" Riddle yelled unconvinced, "One thing I didn't tell anyone, after absorbing Voldemort's soul, I have already reached the magical power of a great wizard. Now I am definitely stronger than you Stronger!"

"Then what if I'm added?" Another gray-haired old man appeared in the Forbidden Forest, standing side by side with Dumbledore.

With the help of the resurrection stone, it wouldn't take him much time to deal with those ghost corpses.

"Grindelwald." Riddle's face darkened, "Do you think two great wizards can stop me? At worst, I will only leave two soul fragments, and sacrifice all other souls to Death... He will be very willing to borrow Give me strength!"

"Pfft-"

A piercing laugh reached Riddle's ears.

He turned his head and saw that Harry was covering his mouth, trying very hard to suppress a smile.

"What are you laughing at?!" Riddle asked angrily.

Harry waved his hands hastily, but his body was still trembling, apparently unable to stop laughing.

He turned his head to look at Dumbledore and Grindelwald again, only to find that both of them also had teasing smiles on their faces.

"How dare you laugh at me?" Riddle growled angrily, "I don't think you understand how powerful Death God is!"

"Then go borrow it quickly, we'll be waiting for you here." Grindelwald sneered maliciously.

"You wait!" Riddle said gloomily.

Black flames glowed in his eyes, trying to connect with the realm of death.

However, the next moment, the black flame in his eyes went out with a "shua".

Riddle was stunned, he wanted to connect again in disbelief, but this time he didn't even ignite the black flame.

"How about it, can't you borrow strength?" Grindelwald sneered, "Don't think about improving your own strength, always want to rely on external things, people like you will suffer sooner or later."

Dumbledore took two steps forward and sighed.

"It's over, Tom." He raised his wand.

……

Without the power of death, how could Riddle be the opponent of the well-prepared Dumbledore and Grindelwald?

He didn't struggle for a few minutes before he was bound to the thick trunk of a cypress tree by Dumbledore's Transfiguration.

Dumbledore held his wand and looked deeply at Riddle in front of him, with a hint of hesitation in his eyes.

"Albus, you've been a good guy for too long, maybe you've forgotten how to kill someone?" Grindelwald smiled wildly, and patted Dumbledore's shoulder, "Leave this to me." .”

He raised his wand sharply—

"Avada Kedavra!"

……

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