Chapter 129: When people who have fun lose their fun
A dazzling green light shot out from the tip of the wand in Voldemort's hand!
"Tonks!"
Moody's shout echoed vaguely in Tonks' ears...but she could no longer hear it clearly. The strong green light instantly occupied all her sight, as if all five senses were deprived of people at that moment.
Tonks opened her eyes wide and watched as this chilling green swallowed up every inch of her field of vision. She had no time to react effectively!
At the critical moment, some different colors suddenly appeared in Tonks' vision——
A pure black bat flapped its wings and squeezed out a black mark from the stubborn green. Its trajectory bloomed like a flower.
The next moment, a dark full moon suddenly rose quietly from the place where the bat flew out.
Several bats rushed toward the green beam of the Death Curse like moths to a flame. Under the influence of the curse, one by one they lost their vitality and turned into points of light and dissipated.
Under the consumption of these bats, the green light was gradually exhausted, and the dark moon also disappeared silently against the backdrop of wisps of fog on the island.
A man with long silver hair and a strange face emerged from the dissipating moonlight.
"This enthusiastic lady, you seem to be in some trouble?" A mellow voice sounded in Tonks' ears.
Tonks' mouth dropped open, her hair turning from violet to rosy in an instant.
"You...you are...the one in the Cairngorms a year ago!" she exclaimed with joy, "Why did you come here?"
Tonks still vaguely remembered a year ago, when she had just graduated from Hogwarts. She became an intern Auror in the Auror Office of the Ministry of Magic, and experienced the daily actions of an Auror with a large army for the first time...
Then she failed the Auror "Stealth and Tracking" subject and got lost.
Deep into the Cairngorm Mountains, Tonks met this handsome and tragic man. She smartly wanted to protect him as an Auror, but she didn't realize that this person was probably the source of the dark magic aura...
"Why didn't I come here?" Dracula glanced at Tonks and raised his lips slightly, "Actually, not only did I come here, but I also watched the show on the wall of Azkaban for a long time. "
"This is impossible!" Voldemort's horrified voice suddenly came from not far away, "Dracula, haven't you been staying at Hogwarts?!"
He took out the parchment sent by Snape from his pocket and saw that the red light spot on it still stayed motionless on the left side of Hogwarts Castle without any change.
Dracula then turned his head and looked at Voldemort's incredible expression.
"Oh?" he asked with interest, "What gave you the illusion that I have been staying at Hogwarts? That piece of parchment in your hand?"
In fact, in the ghost-filled underground classroom of Hogwarts, Dracula's figure did stay in place, happily chatting with Helena and Nick, who was almost headless.
It's just that this figure is not Dracula's true body, but a clone made using necromancy. It stays in Hogwarts with the "positioning device" left by Snape, thereby confusing Voldemort and making him Come to Azkaban with confidence to carry out his plans.
However, compared to the main body, this clone looks a little illusory. This is why he was regarded as a ghost by Harry, Myrtle and others.
As for the real Dracula, he had already arrived in Azkaban in advance, turned into a bat and hung upside down on the marble wall, watching the show from a high place for a long time.
"Did it turn out that Severus betrayed me?" After Voldemort was stunned for a short time, his voice became completely cold.
He crumpled the parchment in his hands fiercely.
After rubbing hard, the positioning map created by Snape was crushed into countless pieces, thrown aside by Voldemort, and blown away by the wind on the island in the blink of an eye.
"Tsk, did you just know about this?" Dracula showed a sarcastic smile and teased, "Professor Snape has always won Dumbledore's trust and provided a lot of useful information for the great cause of eradicating you. intelligence."
"Mr. Voldemort, do you really think that Snape is the spy you planted at Hogwarts?" With a sarcastic smile on his face, he happily took a few steps closer to Voldemort, "However, things The truth is, maybe it’s just the opposite?”
Dracula's cynicism made Voldemort's pale face gradually turn red, and his scarlet eyes kept flashing, obviously he was very angry.
"I will make him pay the price!" Anger rose in Voldemort's heart, and his eyes seemed to be burning with angry flames.
Suffering successive setbacks at the hands of Dracula made the Dark Lord's arrogant and fragile emotions completely explode. He excitedly raised his wand and turned his anger into a dazzling green light that shot out of his hand!
"boom--"
Dracula turned slightly sideways, and the thick green beam struck the ground behind him, blasting a huge pit into the ground and stirring up a cloud of flying dust.
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The next moment, Voldemort turned into a ball of black mist and flew up.
A magic wand suddenly poked out of the black mist in the sky and waved out a colorful curtain of light, like stars covered by dark clouds falling from the starry sky.
These light curtains are beautiful and dangerous, and they all carry a shocking evil aura and powerful momentum. They are all black magic that no one else has heard of.
In this Halloween night with the strongest darkness, the power of black magic has been greatly enhanced!
Dracula looked at the brilliant light curtain in the sky, chuckled slightly, and then raised his wand——
The dark moon lit up behind him, emitting an extremely cold light. Countless crescent-shaped light blades flew out from the moonlight, accurately colliding with every light curtain sent by Voldemort.
Gradually, more and more light blades were released from the dark moon behind Dracula, and they actually gathered into a backward waterfall, overpowering the intensive spell cast by Voldemort from a high place, and crushing him into darkness in the opposite direction. In the foggy sky.
Seeing that the situation was not good, Voldemort immediately turned his whole body into a black mist again, trying to avoid the attack of the light blade.
"Boom——"
Dracula snapped his fingers lightly.
The crescent-shaped light blades suddenly turned after contacting the black mist. Each group of four light blades formed countless turbines, which instantly dispersed the fog in the sky.
The turbine turned into a blade of light also dispersed the dark clouds over Azkaban, and a vacuum area suddenly appeared in the sky.
The curved first-quarter moon lay quietly in the sky surrounded by stratus clouds, casting a cool moonlight on this sea area that had never seen light before.
"So...so amazing..." Tonks looked at this scene with wide eyes and murmured.
The scene where Dracula pinned down and beat Voldemort gave her a great shock. You know, this is the Dark Lord who must not be named!
Tonks felt ashamed when she thought that she had said that she wanted to protect his safety...
Under the moonlight, the black mist seemed to become much thinner.
A thin black mist barely condensed on the ground, and then Voldemort, who looked extremely pale, staggered into the place where the black mist was.
"Dracula, don't get too proud too early..." He looked extremely weak and panted, "When I regain all my strength, I will make you look good first!"
"Oh, it's different to have someone to rely on. Even at this time, you still have such confidence." Dracula crossed his arms and chuckled, "Whatever you say, I just need to be there every time you are resurrected." Just treat you well once!"
"Mr. Voldemort, I wonder how many times your soul power can withstand the annihilation of your soul?"
After hearing these words, Voldemort's expression finally changed.
Although he has Horcrux as support, he will never truly die. But his soul is still limited.
If the original power of the soul is forcibly wiped out many times, then it is very likely that he will never be able to return to his peak power.
Don't talk about looking good to Dracula then, it's hard to say whether he can continue to be his Dark Lord.
"You forced me to do this, Dracula!" Voldemort lowered his voice, as if speaking through his teeth, "My allies, please help me..."
The sky seemed to suddenly darken.
The crescent moon that had just poked its head out was once again obscured by a mass of evil, ugly black creatures.
The thick ink-like dementors were stacked thickly together, and the entire group of dementors looked like the ugly face of the devil, looking down at the front of the Azkaban fortress.
"Giggle——"
"Woo-"
One after another, creepy sounds came from the cloudy sky. The air contained an extremely heavy and extremely depressing atmosphere, which evoked the most fearful and painful emotions in people's hearts.
Countless dementors surrounded Dracula in the blink of an eye. There were no facial features under their ragged hoods, and a hole opened where their mouths should have been, constantly absorbing the name of happiness in the air. Emotions.
Dracula's face immediately darkened.
He felt that all his joy had been sucked away...
"Dementors...are really a hateful thing..."
Dracula's voice slowly became colder, and the corners of his mouth that were usually raised also lost their original arc, and his burgundy eyes became like blood, shining with an icy light.
After the only joy in his long life was suppressed deep in his heart, Dracula's figure seemed to be outside the world, and his whole body was surrounded by indifference and indifference, not like a humanoid——
Two sharp side teeth protruded from the slightly opened mouth, and the sharp nails also lengthened. The broad wings behind him suddenly opened up, creating a gust of wind!
The dementors' movements froze.
They could no longer feel any happy emotions from Dracula's body, they could only feel the emptiness and loneliness that was extremely oppressive.
This makes these evil species instinctively feel a sense of fear!
The next moment, Dracula suddenly jumped up from the ground, spread his wings and flew into the air.
His cold eyes were like a ferocious beast that wanted to devour anyone. He only relied on the vampire's fighting instinct to focus on a leading dementor and flashed in front of it in an instant.
The sharp nails suddenly pierced the chest of the leading dementor, but missed, only tearing apart a rotten rag.
"Giggle——"
Several strange screams came from the Dementor's throat, and he opened the empty "mouth" under the hood again, trying to find and suck away the happiness in Dracula's heart.
But once again it failed.
Dracula's current state is like a thousand-year-old ice, and his heart is filled with a sense of indifference.
When this piece of deserted ice saw the dementor's movements, it suddenly changed the position of its attack.
He stretched out his other hand and suddenly thrust it into the dementor's empty "mouth"——
The next moment, Senbai's flame emerged in Dracula's hand and burned with the Dementor's "mouth".
"Woo-"
The effect of this kind of flame directed at the soul was very obvious. Feeling the burning of the flame, the Dementor began to swing his body like a rag in pain, struggling to escape from Dracula's palm.
Dracula let go of his hand as it wanted, admiring the Dementor struggling to fly around in the air, but in the end he could not escape being burned to ashes.
He tilted the corners of his mouth indifferently, but then he found that he could not regain the interest he had when he curled his lips in the past, and his face returned to its cold state again.
Afterwards, Dracula seemed to turn into a ruthless beast, killing all the dementors in the community, or tearing them apart in the most cruel way, or burning them into powder with flames...
The dementors gradually realized what fear was, and scattered away, using all their strength to fly away from the place where the terrible person was.
After those monsters left, the moonlight shone down again, still as cold and pure as before.
Dracula's wings were spread out, floating quietly under the watery moonlight, confusion looming in his blood-red eyes.
I don't know why, but he clearly killed countless dementors that only made him unhappy. It was considered a heartwarming battle, and he should have felt very happy.
But his mood at the moment was not filled with joy and joy, nor was there any pleasure in retaliation.
Dracula now only feels an inexplicable emptiness, as if he has forgotten something...
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"Professor Dracula, what's wrong with you?" A voice sounded in Dracula's ears as if from a long distance away.
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Yes, I think I became a professor. But why should I become a professor?
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"Uncle Dracula, your expression is so scary." A pleasant and flustered female voice sounded in my ears.
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Isn't this voice Luo Yinna's daughter?
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"Professor, wake up quickly, the party is about to end!" This is a somewhat childish voice.
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This voice seems to be that of an interesting little wizard named Harry Potter, right?
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"Harry, your methods are useless. Look at me - Professor, wake up and have fun!"
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Hearing these words, Dracula's heart moved slightly, and he felt that something that had been suppressed in his heart suddenly awakened.
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"Where is the fun?!" Dracula suddenly opened his eyes.
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