Chapter 33 Uncharacteristically
Dracula crossed his arms and looked at Snape's raised wand with a playful expression.
"Do you mean to fight me, Professor Snape?" he asked with a chuckle.
Snape ignored him, but solemnly raised his wand with one hand in front of him, looking straight at Dracula in front of him.
The standard stance for initiating a duel.
Dracula also put away his playful expression when he saw this, and there was a hint of reminiscence in his eyes.
"A wizard duel? It's really a long-lost etiquette."
Immediately, he also took out his gloomy wooden wand and stood it upright in front of his body.
During the bow before the duel, Snape was a little perfunctory and only half-bent. Dracula even lowered his head hastily and started the duel between Hogwarts professors.
"Expelliarmus!"
Snape was the first to throw out his wand.
A bright red light illuminated the dark Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, reflecting Dracula's burgundy eyes as red as blood.
Dracula raised his wand and flicked the disarming spell aside, letting it blow the tables and chairs around him into pieces.
The red light fell and the classroom became dark again.
"Stop testing, your strength should be more than this, right?" Dracula looked at Snape and provoked casually.
Snape didn't reply, but kept changing the direction of his attacks, shaking the wand in his hand, and throwing ordinary attack spells in the direction of Dracula.
The Petrification Curse, the Stunning Curse, the Disarming Curse...these basic spells, which have hardly changed in hundreds of years, were continuously shot from the tip of Snape's wand, and then were carried away by Dracula one by one, smoothly and smoothly. Generally, there is no pause.
Facing these basic spells, the expression on Dracula's face became increasingly impatient. In the end, he didn't even bother to use the wand and directly stretched out his hand to grasp the ordinary spells in his palm.
"Do you only use these basic spells?" He said impatiently, "If your next attack is still this boring, then this duel will end like this."
Dracula raised his wand. A dark moon seemed to rise behind him, making his silver hair look like a dream.
Next, a crescent-shaped light blade struck silently in the direction of Snape from the moonlight.
There was silence in the classroom. In this silence, the speed of the crescent moon was too fast to be caught with sight!
Snape subconsciously cast an armor spell to block the transparent barrier in front of him, and at the same time stretched out his wand and pointed forward——
"Sectumsempra!"
The next moment, the crescent moon hit the barrier generated by the iron armor spell, instantly smashing it into pieces. Snape flew backwards along with the barrier, knocking over countless desks, and finally hit the classroom door behind him heavily.
And the hidden ripple that Snape cast at the last moment flew in front of Dracula in an instant.
Dracula's eyes moved slightly, showing a hint of curiosity about this curse he had never seen before. He raised his hand, wanting to hold this hidden colorless ripple in his hand.
With a "dong" sound, the door made a heavy muffled sound. Snape's body fell to the ground, and his face instantly became extremely pale.
At the same time, Dracula's slender palm also shrank like a conditioned reflex.
He lowered his head slightly and looked at his palm - at this time, a straight and narrow bright red blood line was clearly visible in his palm!
The blood line is healing, but it is not like the extremely efficient healing speed of vampires in the past. Instead, it is shrinking the blood line bit by bit, like a slowly burning fuse, or a trail of water gradually evaporating under the sun. .
"Did you create this interesting curse yourself?" Dracula looked away from his palms and chuckled.
"It has nothing to do with you." Snape leaned weakly against the classroom door, covering a wound on his waist, and said coldly.
Dracula didn't feel dissatisfied at all. He walked over the ruins of tables and chairs with a smile on his face and walked slowly towards Snape.
"Professor Snape, I always thought you were a standard Slytherin, not an impulsive person." He slowly came to Snape's side, squatted down, and a soft white light lit up in his hand. "No matter what, the most beneficial way for you is never to come to me for a duel alone, let alone without knowing my details."
Snape originally wanted to say something harsh, but then he was shocked to find that the wound on his waist that had just been cut by Dracula's crescent moon was now healing at an extremely exaggerated speed.
"If you ask me, you should report to the principal after you have doubts about me. This is more like Salazar Slytherin's egoistic style." Dracula continued, "But you still came to me in the end. Yes, that means that Principal Dumbledore believes me, and he does not agree with your inference."
Snape remained silent.
"Then another problem arises here. Even if the principal denies your inference, you are still unlikely to come over and fight me recklessly. Professor Snape is not too idle like me. Now, do you want some excitement?"
In a matter of moments, Snape's wound was completely healed. If it weren't for the large hole in the wizard's robe, it would have been impossible to tell that there had been a serious wound on his waist.
"You're thinking too much. I'm just angry about the failure at the door of the auditorium and want to regain some face." Snape said coldly.
He shook his sleeves heavily and stood up from the floor, showing no appreciation for Dracula's treatment.
Dracula was half-crouching on the ground, and happened to glance up when Snape was rolling his sleeves, but he vaguely saw... there seemed to be a tattoo on his left wrist?
With his excellent night vision and memory, Dracula vaguely recognized the pattern of the tattoo - it seemed that the main body was an ugly skeleton, with a python emerging from the skull's mouth, like a long Tongue.
‘This is...the Dark Mark? ’ Dracula was startled.
Flamel had seen this pattern in his entire bookshelf of newspapers from recent decades.
Immediately, Dracula thought of Snape's behavior that was contrary to the normal behavior of the Snake Yard, and his eyes lit up with a look of understanding.
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In the darkness, Snape failed to notice the change in Dracula's expression.
After standing up, he walked numbly towards the door of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, but the scene in front of him when he was talking to Dumbledore in the principal's office twenty minutes ago...
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