Chapter 84 The Blue Danube

A scream suddenly came from an uninhabited island in the Black Lake.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”

An unsuspecting Disapparation made Lockhart fall heavily to the ground, and his handsome face smashed into the soft soil.

He pulled his face out of the dirt without any image, coughed twice, and spit the dirt in his mouth on the ground.

"I...I'm telling you, your sneak attack is immoral. You are not worthy of being a professor at Hogwarts!" Lockhart brushed back his muddy blond hair and faced Germany with an khaki face. Gula, "I'm telling you, you've pissed off the greatest Defense Against the Dark Arts expert in the world!"

"Then I want to ask, how come the world's greatest expert...can't even deal with an Apparition?" Dracula shook his head with a smile.

"Is that because I'm not coping well? No, that's not the case!" Lockhart said stiffly, "It's because you don't have martial ethics! It's just a little clever to attack an author like me who has great trust in his fans. What you can do! There is no way you can touch a hair on my head in a head-to-head confrontation!"

Dracula's mouth twitched. He didn't expect that Lockhart could continue to be harsh at this point.

"Then as you wish, great defense expert." He made a 'please' gesture, "In a head-to-head confrontation, let me see what the so-called members of the Anti-Dark Magic Alliance are like."

Lockhart's expression became solemn and determined.

However, most of his face was covered with dirt. This expression did not look solemn, but looked a little funny.

He fumbled in his pocket for a long time with dirty hands before pulling out his expensive cherry wood wand and pointing it at Dracula with trembling fingers.

"Don't regret it! If you don't want to bear the wrath of the world's greatest Defense Against the Dark Arts master, just apologize to me and admit defeat! Seeing as you are my fan, I might forgive you!" Lockhart Se Li shouted inwardly.

"Hurry up and take action. If you don't take action, you will have no chance." Dracula crossed his arms and said impatiently.

Lockhart gritted his teeth when he saw that Dracula showed no sign of changing his attitude.

He thought about it in his mind for a long time before finally thinking of an attack spell, and then waved his wand resolutely——

"Indio!"

"..."

Dracula watched helplessly as a small, weak flame slowly emerged from the tip of Lockhart's wand...

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When the cold wind on the island blew, the small flames became unstable and seemed to be extinguished at any time.

"Is this a fire-making spell?" Looking at the flames in front of him, Dracula almost couldn't help laughing. "If I hold a cigar, are you going to come over and light it for me?"

Lockhart's expression froze along with the mud on his face.

He also didn't expect that he could forget even the most basic fire-making spell.

"Uh... Well, I'm just trying to liven up the atmosphere, haha..." Lockhart smiled awkwardly and put away his wand, "You know, as a star with high quality, I am the most beloved fan. .How could I do anything to my own fans?"

"I remember you said you were an author just now, why are you a star now?" Dracula asked with a half-smile.

"You don't understand, there is a difference between a street author and a great author!" Lockhart seemed to have regained some of his confidence, straightened his chest, and adjusted his luxurious robe, "And the stars in the magic world who sing and act in dramas They all have little cultural literacy, unlike me, a knowledgeable wizard who can write books to improve everyone’s knowledge!”

"By the way, can I go?"

He asked, moving his steps, trying to sneak away from Dracula.

However, the next moment, the air suddenly turned cold, as if he had returned to the coldest days of winter, and Lockhart was shivering from the cold.

"Did I let you go?" Dracula's expression suddenly turned cold.

The water of the Black Lake quietly spread to the island at some point, climbed up Lockhart's feet, and froze him on the muddy ground.

"Don't get excited, Professor Dracula!" Lockhart saw that the ice had spread to his chest, and he had completely lost consciousness below his chest. A look of panic finally appeared on his face, "I...I was wrong. Okay, please spare me this time!"

"Tell me, how did you write down the experiences in those books?" Dracula raised his hand, temporarily stopped the spread of ice, and walked slowly towards Lockhart's position.

"It's all my fault, Professor Dracula..." Lockhart felt his unconscious lower limbs and said with a sad face, "But I did it all to write a book! If people don't think that I did all those things Yes, the sales of the book are so bad——"

"Readers won't want to read about an ugly old American wizard who saved a village from the scourge of werewolves. If his picture were on the cover, no one would want to read the book. Open it! There is also the old witch who expelled the banshee. She is a mouth-opener! Think about it..."

"I'm not interested in what you're talking about, and I'm not interested in hearing how you record things that others do in your own account." Dracula moved his fingers impatiently, and Lockhart's firmness The ice spread another inch upwards, causing him to shut his mouth immediately in fear.

"I just need you to tell me straight up, how did you write the book 'Traveling with a Vampire'?"

"So you are interested in that book? The same goes for that book. The protagonist in the story was originally just an old man hiding in the mountains and old forests growing vegetables. No one would be interested in him at all!" Lockhart He didn't understand Dracula's problem, he just kept complaining and shirking responsibility.

"You have to be considerate of me, Professor Dracula. My job is actually not as easy as everyone thinks - I have to track these people and ask them how they can do those things, and then I have to give them They cast a forgetting spell to make them forget all about it."

"I have worked so hard to become famous! I believe that as a professor at Hogwarts, you must be a good and upright person. I have nothing to say if I am caught by someone like you, but please have mercy on me. Pity me for my efforts, please let me go!"

After saying a long sentence, he breathed out weakly and looked at Dracula expectantly. Because of his inherent impression, he never believed that the professors at Hogwarts would cause him any harm.

However, all he saw was careless indifference.

The next moment, the ice completely covered Lockhart's entire body, leaving only a head covered in mud exposed.

"Good man? I think you may have some misunderstandings about me." He raised his lips indifferently, "If you don't know anything, then what's the use of me keeping your life?"

As Dracula's voice fell, the cold ice began to move upward again.

"Wait...wait a minute, I'm still useful, I really am still useful!" Lockhart felt the threat to his life and shouted in panic, "I can know, I can know everything!"

Only then did he finally realize that the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor in front of him was different from the upright and kind-hearted Hogwarts professors he had remembered!

This Professor Dracula seemed to have no regard for the rules of the wizarding world, and he would do it whenever he was told. When it fell into his hands, Lockhart knew that he would really lose his life!

The biting ice stopped.

"I'll give you one last chance." Dracula's voice was very soft, but had a creepy coldness to it. "Tell me, what use are you to me?"

"I...I can find the memory of the old man who walked with the vampire..." Lockhart swallowed, but the saliva turned into ice before he could swallow it, making his expression even more painful. "My memory Magic has always been excellent, if I think about it carefully, I will be able to completely find the old man’s memory!”

"I hope so," said Dracula, "I'll give you a minute."

Lockhart closed his eyes tightly, frowned, and his face was as pale as a piece of paper.

Dracula, on the other hand, lay comfortably on his back next to Lockhart's frozen icicle.

A wave formed by the lake water surged up at the right time, hitting Dracula's back, and the moment it was about to touch the black red robe, it condensed into a gracefully curved piece of ice, which just supported Dracula's tilted body.

Dracula took out a goblet and a bottle of brightly colored red wine from his pocket and tasted them carefully.

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A minute flies by.

With an extremely strong desire to survive, Lockhart opened his eyes on time and took a big breath.

"Have you found his memory?" Dracula leaned on the ice formed by the waves, took a comfortable sip of the wine in the glass, and asked.

Lockhart nodded hard.

"I remembered that the old man's name was Robert, and he was originally an Auror captain in Serbia. After retiring, he no longer wanted to continue to experience a life of fighting with others, so he lived alone in seclusion among the rarely visited mountains and rivers, living a peaceful life. to a life of farming.”

He narrated eloquently——

Robert, the former Auror of Serbia, got tired of fighting after he retired and lived alone in a mountain forest. He had no heirs, no relatives, and no friends, so he thought he would die alone in the mountains and forests.

Until one day, while he was hard at work plowing the fields, a wounded vampire broke into his secluded mountain forest.

Because wizards have always been prejudiced against vampires, Robert took out the wand that he had not used for a long time from his pocket and wanted to fight to the death with the unkind vampire.

However, the vampire had no desire to fight with him. He just begged Robert to find him some food. He needed to replenish the energy he was in urgent need of.

Robert was tired of fighting, so he agreed to his request and took out a large piece of lettuce from the warehouse. This was a crop he had just picked, and there was so much of it that he couldn't finish it all.

One by one, the vampires nibbled on the lettuce. But his injuries were too serious, and the blood reserve in his body was almost exhausted, and he could not replenish enough energy with anything other than blood.

Robert was surprised and asked him why he didn't try to suck his own blood to make up for the lack of energy.

However, the vampire flatly rejected his idea.

After the vampire's narration, Robert learned that his name was Tesla and he was a high-level vampire.

Tesla said that their high-level vampires can control the urge to drink blood and will not be as crazy as those low-level vampires. He also said that what the leaders of the vampire clan looked down upon the most were idiots who couldn't control their desire to eat and sucked human blood everywhere, ruining the reputation of the vampire clan.

He said that those vampires only deserve to be classified as beasts, not vampires.

Robert was very surprised by this. Because of such a principled vampire, his desire for adventure once again aroused in his heart, and he wanted to personally escort Tesla back to his home.

However, the old Robert, who had not used a wand for a long time, had long forgotten how to apparate, so he could only take Tesla on his own canoe and store a large amount of lettuce in the cabin for supplies.

One person and one vampire were drifting on the Danube River together, heading from Serbia to Romania.

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"This is the story of "Traveling with a Vampire"." Lockhart said, "Tesla later became Robert's only friend, but because of their different races, the two of them didn't have close contact, so I took the opportunity. Tampering with Robert's memory..."

Lockhart is indeed a well-known writer. His storytelling ability is very good, and it is easy for Dracula to understand this cross-race friendship between wizards and vampires.

However, Lockhart's approach dissatisfied Dracula.

It took a lot of effort for the vampires to have such a principled and bottom-line vampire appear. However, the memory of such a high-quality vampire friend was tampered with by Lockhart, and he no longer remembers his only friend...

"Actually, according to Robert's living habit of living in seclusion in the mountains, even if you don't tamper with his memory, he has no chance of discovering that you have stolen his experience." Dracula said softly, "What's more, he hates fighting with others. , even if I really find out, I’m afraid I won’t complain to you.”

"So why do you want him to forget his only friend?"

Lockhart saw that Dracula's face was gloomy and scary.

"I... I also want to guard against the possibility of one in ten thousand!" Lockhart hurriedly defended, "Professor Dracula, please be considerate of me! As a celebrity, the slightest mistake will be punished. Magnified countless times, those fans who don’t pay attention will abandon me because of these trivial things!”

Dracula straightened up from the ice, walked to Lockhart's side, and sneered indifferently.

The next moment, a dark full moon suddenly appeared next to the two of them.

The icicles wrapping Lockhart shattered inch by inch. Dracula reached out and grabbed his collar, picked him up like a chicken, and stepped into the dark moonlight.

Lockhart closed his eyes in horror.

When he opened his eyes again, the two of them had appeared high in the sky. He saw a clear blue river, flowing quietly among the well-proportioned earth houses and green trees, with ripples appearing in layers under the gentle breeze and the shining sunlight.

From a distance, the river looks like a blue ribbon dotted with dark green gems.

"This is... the Danube River?" Lockhart's eyes widened in disbelief, wondering how Dracula could go from almost the westernmost side of Europe to the Danube River in the east in an instant.

"Open your eyes and tell me at any time which mountain forest Robert lives in." Dracula's somewhat irritable voice sounded in Lockhart's ears because he hated the sunshine in the sky.

Immediately, a huge shadow shrouded Lockhart's head, darkening his vision.

He turned his head with difficulty and was shocked to see a pair of huge wings supported by numerous sharp bone spurs spread out behind Dracula, which looked very much like the wings of the legendary devil!

Lockhart opened his mouth wide, and the words in his mind almost came out, but they got stuck in his throat at the last moment.

He is a vampire!

The Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts is a vampire!

Thinking of what he had done to his vampire friend Robert, Lockhart's heart beat wildly, thinking that he might be in danger.

Dracula's speed was so fast that the towns passing below him turned into shadows and could not be clearly identified at all. Only the broad and long mountains could move backward at a slow and slow speed.

"Have you found the place where Robert hides?"

The cold voice passed through the howling wind and sounded accurately in Lockhart's ears.

Lockhart shivered and pointed to a hill.

Dracula glanced at him, then grabbed him by the collar and smashed him against the hill like a meteorite falling to the ground. The loud sound of breaking wind even reached the small town dozens of miles away.

Before landing, just when Lockhart thought he was going to be smashed into pieces alive, Dracula's speed suddenly slowed down. The huge gap between movement and silence almost scared Lockhart into having a heart attack.

"Come down and show us the way, Mr. Star." Dracula retracted the wings behind his back as if nothing had happened, and threw Lockhart on the ground. "Where is Robert's hiding place?"

Lockhart lay trembling on the ground, breathing heavily. It took a long time before he slowly pointed to his right with trembling hands.

"Just... right over there, you should be able to see it if you take a few steps forward..." He said weakly, "I... I can't do it anymore, I want to rest for a while..."

Dracula took a few steps in the direction of his finger and looked down the hill.

The moment he turned around, Lockhart seemed to be a different person. He was no longer trembling and his face was not as pale as before.

He decisively took out his wand and pointed it at Dracula, who had his back turned to him.

"Obliviate!" shouted Lockhart.

This is the only spell he is good at, and it is also a spell that far exceeds the level of ordinary wizards.

For his own life and future, he must win!

The next moment, he saw Dracula suddenly turning around, his burgundy eyes shining with a breathtaking brilliance...

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