Chapter 130 Dracula’s Patronus Curse
Dracula opened his eyes and saw a mass of hair as red as fire.
"You see, my method is indeed the most effective!" Ron Weiss jumped up excitedly when he saw Dracula open his eyes.
Immediately afterwards, a large group of ghosts and little wizards gathered around.
"Professor, what happened to you just now?" Harry asked with a worried look on his face, "You suddenly closed your eyes just now, and your expression was so cold that it was scary!"
"Professor Dracula, just now a huge killing intent suddenly appeared in you..." Helena said.
To protect Dracula's identity, she did not use the title 'uncle' this time. "It felt like... like you wanted to wipe out everyone around you! We were all terrified."
"Professor Dracula, you must have just turned into a ghost and didn't react." Short and fat Myrtle also floated over, "I was like this when I first died, but I woke up in that toilet. It took a while to recover!”
As she spoke, Myrtle kept winking at Dracula.
Myrtle has not given up on the idea of letting Dracula share a toilet with her...
Dracula simply ignored Myrtle next to him, turned to Harry, the three little wizards, Helena, Nearly Headless Nick and other ghosts and shook his head.
"Excuse me, I'm fine." He said softly, "I just thought of something and lost my temper."
"Professor, are you really okay?" Hermione, standing between Harry and Ron, asked with concern, "Is the ghost party too dark and affecting your mood? Do you want to go back and rest for a while? "
Hearing the dissatisfaction with the ghost party implicit in Hermione's words, Nearly Headless Nick glanced at her unhappily.
To Nick's surprise, Dracula actually nodded.
"It's good to go back and take a rest." He said.
Afterwards, Dracula said hello to Nick and Helena, turned around and walked out of the underground classroom where the ghosts were.
"Professor, wait for us!" Harry, Ron and Hermione quickly followed.
As the host of today's ghost party, Nearly Headless Nick looked at the wizards leaving one after another and shrugged helplessly.
"Okay, now there's not a single living person left tonight." He said to the ghosts around him. "I feel sorry for them. The next show is the Headless Hunters' overhead hockey show."
As soon as the performance of the Headless Hunters was mentioned, Nearly Headless Nick's expression suddenly became depressed, and he forgot on the spot that there was no one alive to survive the 500th anniversary party until the end.
"Hey, I found you, Patrick Podmore. I still haven't settled the debt with you for not letting me join the Headless Hunters!"
He quickly rushed towards a headless ghost holding his head in his arms and became entangled with him.
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On the other side, Dracula sent Harry and the three little wizards to the auditorium and asked them to enjoy the pudding that had not been removed from the Halloween dinner. He walked to the principal's office alone.
Dumbledore and Snape had been waiting there for a long time.
"Our mission today is about to reach its climax, you two." Dracula looked at Dumbledore and Snape, who had solemn faces, and slowly raised the corners of his mouth.
Within a few minutes, he moved the corners of his mouth twice, but they had completely different feelings.
On the isolated island of Azkaban, Dracula's desire to have fun was inadvertently withdrawn to the deepest part of his heart under the influence of the dementors' strange abilities. When he completely lost the fun, he couldn't find the feeling even if he wanted to move the corners of his mouth.
Although it only lasted a few minutes, Dracula, who had found fun again, experienced an earth-shaking difference.
He silently sentenced the Dementors to death.
"It's your turn next, Professor Snape." Dracula looked at Snape's sallow face and smiled with interest, "Whether our plan can go smoothly or not depends entirely on you!"
After saying this, Dracula ignored the reactions of Dumbledore and Snape, and was not worried about whether the plan could be completed.
He lightly snapped his fingers, and his body turned into a patch of light and dissipated...
The next moment, Dracula's vision suddenly changed.
He saw a piece of cold moonlight, the Azkaban Fortress illuminated by the moonlight, and the black mist flying in all directions——
At this time, on the isolated island where Azkaban is located, Voldemort has taken advantage of Dracula to massacre the dementors and fled the scene.
The Death Eaters who fought against the Ministry of Magic had some advantages at first, but when they felt Voldemort's departure through the Dark Mark, they instantly lost the courage and motivation to fight against the enemy, and began to disapparate without anti-Apparition. Escape on the spell-covered sea.
After some of the Death Eaters were captured by Aurors, most of the Death Eaters finally managed to escape from this lonely island.
Close to the Azkaban Fortress, Dracula's body was still hanging in mid-air under the moonlight, with a cold arc at the corner of his mouth.
"Did I let you go?" He said softly, looking at the dementors fleeing in all directions.
Then, Dracula withdrew his sharp fingernails and took out his wand from his pocket.
"Let me think about what magic should be used to get rid of you pests..."
Dracula thought, playing with his wand unconsciously. The pure black staff rotated back and forth flexibly between his white and slender fingers.
"Yes, I should still remember that spell." He suddenly laughed coldly, and at the same time, it seemed that all the dark atmosphere was suppressed in the deepest part of Dracula's body.
Under the illumination of the moonlight, there was no trace of darkness around Dracula. His silver hair, the same color as the moonlight, swayed in the wind, his eyes were slightly closed, and he raised his wand in his right hand and pointed at the night sky.
Different from his previous sinister appearance, he now exudes a somewhat pure and holy aura, uncharacteristically.
"Haha... Don't you like to absorb my pleasure? Then suck it to your fullest!"
"Calling God—Guard—(expe)!"
The tip of Dracula's wand suddenly emitted a silvery light that was more dazzling than the moonlight, illuminating the entire island where Azkaban was located.
In the dazzling silver light, there seemed to be more and more silver-white bats flapping their wings, soaring in the night that was illuminated in an instant.
After the bats gathered for a short time, they dispersed in an instant, shining silver light all over the island, even covering a large area of the sea outside the island.
The silver light shines on the sparkling water waves, and each piece is swaying and shining, extremely beautiful.
The silver-white bats shuttled through the air as if covered with silver gauze, spreading to every corner of the island at a rapid speed, trapping the dementors that had fled in all directions and driving them away. to a centralized area.
The dementors instinctively realized that something was wrong, and flew around with uneasy emotions, but they could not break through this layer of bright silver light at all.
Gradually, countless Dementors were held hostage by the silver light and crowded together. They were imprisoned in a sealed silver ball of light, completely losing their space to fly.
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They were like a swarm of ants forced into a bag that had been gagged by Dracula. The ants inside lost any room for survival and could only gradually die from the torture of lack of oxygen and hunger...
"Almost everyone is here, right? Then I'll give you a ride."
Dracula smiled gently, raised his hand, and lightly snapped his fingers.
Forest-white flames suddenly rose from beneath the silver ball of light, engulfing the densely packed Dementors in the ball of light.
I don't know if it's because the burning is too intense, or if the Patronus Charm compresses the dementors too tightly.
With a "bang" explosion, the silver ball of light suddenly bloomed——
Like the white and silver fireworks, it instantly broke through the quiet and dim night, and it was like an epiphyllum blooming in the middle of the night, bright and dazzling.
In such an isolated island that is always occupied by clouds and storms, this unique firework is simply breathtakingly beautiful!
On the ground, Tonks watched this gorgeous scene with stars in her eyes.
"Wow - this is so beautiful!" Her hair turned silver unknowingly, and she shouted excitedly, "Instructor Moody, come and watch the fireworks together!"
If it were normal, Tonks would probably be scolded by Moody again for his fussy behavior.
But today Moody didn't care about educating the trainee Auror. He was now even more horrified than Tonks!
"That's impossible..." Moody muttered.
There is a magic eye in his left eye socket. It is large, round, and a bright blue color. It is spinning non-stop at this time.
Moody tried to use his invincible magic eyes to see through this illusory scene. He couldn't believe that a dark creature like Dracula could use such a powerful patronus spell, let alone the classification of Dementors. Species that "do not exist" can be artificially eliminated.
"This is impossible...Only those with pure hearts and happy hearts can cast the Patronus Charm..." He murmured.
"Who stipulated that only those with pure hearts can cast the Patronus Charm?" A voice suddenly rang.
It was rare that Moody did not maintain his usual vigilance, and did not notice that Dracula had landed next to the two of them.
He was startled, and raised his hand nervously, wanting to attack Dracula, but found that the wand originally held in his hand had been thrown away into the muddy soil by Voldemort's disarming spell.
"Why are you so nervous?" Dracula saw Moody's performance and laughed with interest, "Mr. Moody, right? Did you stipulate the requirements for the use of the Patronus Charm?"
"This is common sense in the magic world!" Seeing that he had no ability to do it, Moody could only say viciously, "Sacred magic like the Patronus Charm has a strong purifying effect on dark wizards and dark magic creatures. Many dark wizards They will all be swallowed up by the patron saint they cast in their desperate attempts."
"I have to correct you on a few questions, Mr. Moody -" Dracula folded his hands on his chest and said with a chuckle, "First of all, I am not one of those low-level dark wizards, don't compare me with them!"
"Secondly, why do you think that my heart is not pure? Is it because of the dark aura I released before?"
Moody's words paused.
He suddenly realized that all the dark aura had been completely removed from Dracula at this time, which was completely different from the way he looked when he was killing the dementors ferociously.
"To tell you the truth, the only thought in my heart is to take back my fun. Isn't this pure enough?" Dracula said softly, "Besides, to destroy those abominable people Dementors already make me happy enough. Isn't that enough for me to cast the Patronus Charm?"
He patted Moody's shoulder with deep meaning in his eyes, then turned around and walked towards Tonks, whose eyes were shining with utter adoration.
"What a coincidence, this enthusiastic lady. We met again." Dracula chuckled and said to Tonks, "Thank you for telling me the exact time last time, otherwise I might not have been killed by someone. Loves to be fooled by bad old guys.”
"No...you're welcome..." Tonks stammered.
Then she raised her eyes and glanced at Dracula, and asked curiously: "You...were you really the source of that large area of dark aura at that time?"
Dracula raised his eyebrows with interest and chuckled: "That's right. What, are you going to take me away?"
"Ah no no no..." Tonks said quickly, "I feel like... our entire Ministry of Magic can't catch you, right?"
"Tonks, stop talking!" Moody finally picked up his wand and walking stick, walked closer and yelled angrily.
"What I said is the truth..." Tonks curled her lips secretly.
"I'll teach you a lesson when I get back!"
Moody glared at her fiercely with his normal right eye, then turned his head and looked at Dracula with his big evil eyes, "Mr. Dracula, I heard that there is a new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts. , called Professor Dracula..."
"Yes, it's me." Dracula nodded.
"Okay, since you can become a professor at Hogwarts, it seems that Albus is willing to believe you." Moody said seriously, "Since he believes in you, then our Auror Office will not make things difficult for you anymore. .”
"It's not like I can't catch him and I want to find a way down the stairs myself..." Tonks said to herself next to her.
Although she was talking to herself, her voice was just loud enough for Dracula and Moody to hear.
Moody's face was as dark as coal, and he pretended not to hear, and then said: "Professor Dracula, what I need to remind you is that the Dementors are under the management of the Ministry of Magic. Your actions against the Dementors In fact, it was an attack on Ministry of Magic employees."
"Oh? Do you still want to avenge them?" Dracula asked expressionlessly.
"I didn't mean that. I just wanted to say that this kind of creature usually cannot be killed physically." Moody said, "Even if you just burned them with fire, as long as there are negative emotions in the world, They can never be completely eradicated."
"That is to say...Dracula, what you just did may not have the desired effect. Instead, it will intensify the conflict between you and those stubborn politicians in the Ministry of Magic!"
"So what?" Dracula smiled faintly.
"As long as I'm happy."
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