Chapter 716 Who is the vampire?

The native magic of Neon Country is closely related to "curses". Before magic was popular in this island country, they called everything related to the mysterious side curses. The most famous sentence among them is-"The name is The shortest curse."

Their spells are famous for being weird, but the amazing thing is that many of them were not even created by mystical people, which makes their spells even more elusive.

Neon people are very keen on ghost culture, and have always been willing to commit suicide. All kinds of urban ghost stories emerge in an endless stream, including movies, games, forums, animations, books...

No matter what kind of knowledge carrier, there will be a variety of ghost elements mixed in it. This is a country where ghost culture is very popular.

Different from the multi-faceted magic of the Corrupt Kingdom, this country's magic is not necessarily the most lethal in terms of lethality, but it has always been very successful in various ways of causing pain.

Principal Dumbledore didn't know the specific purpose of this curse, but he knew that this curse was actually attached to the sharp blade in the hand of the vampire just now.

Probably the work of one of his students.

"It is a soil rich in curses, and it really suits him." Principal Dumbledore said softly, "Of course, if it is just a curse of this level, I think I can still resist it."

As he spoke, he groaned and his face seemed a little pale.

Professor Moody looked a little anxious when he heard his voice, "Okay Albus, come with me to find Poppy now..."

"I think I can hold on for a while..." Principal Dumbledore seemed to want to refuse, but the little badgers couldn't help but tremble when they saw their principal, and then said in a weak voice, "No, there is no need to go to Bobby. , let’s go to St. Mungo’s first…call Severus for me…”

The two quickly left the place, knocked on Filch's door, and then disappeared from the sight of the little badgers.

The little badgers looked at each other.

"Dumbledore is injured." Cedric said seriously, "What should we do now?"

Stebbins quickly suggested, "Follow us and take a look?"

Summers rejected his idea, "They must have left through the fireplace. Do you think you could bypass Mr. Filch and use his fireplace?"

"Actually, it's not difficult to lure Filch away." Robert said, "But you forgot one thing."

The three of them turned their heads with confused faces.

"Mr. Filch is married to Ms. Pince!" Robert lowered his voice, fearing that the lady would find out something. "Oh, I should call her Mrs. Filch now."

"Okay, that seems to be it?"

The fact that Hogwarts librarian Irma Pince married Argus Filch, the school administrator, was not widely publicized, but everyone who needed to know knew it.

Summers and Cedric showed understanding expressions, while Stebbins was still a little confused, "So?"

The three little badgers showed strange expressions, "You still need to ask about this kind of thing? Mrs. Pince... Well, I mean Mrs. Filch must be in Filch's room. If I go down now, she might meet them. Hit by a collision."

Sure enough, as soon as they finished speaking, the little badgers saw Mrs. Filch and Mrs. Norris walking out. Their eyes turned around the four little wizards who were lying down obediently, and then they looked back and started their night patrol.

The little badgers were startled, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

Oh my god, that look is a bit scary!

However, this can also prove from the side that this lady is definitely not as simple as she appears. You must know that Professor Moody and the principals of the other three schools did not discover their existence, but Principal Dumbledore and her did. them.

At least in terms of investigation, there is no doubt that Mrs. Filch is powerful.

After Mrs. Filch on night watch left, the little badgers ran downstairs and hid in the common room.

At this time, even the studious little wizard disappeared.

Back in the common room, Stebbins and Cedric were slumped on the sofa, looking terrified.

In fact, it's not that scary.

"Speaking of which, who do you think the vampire will be tonight?" Summers asked a question that everyone was curious about.

"Jager." Stebbins said without hesitation, "Mr. Ross said that Yager is special. He can cast wizard's magic, not vampire magic." Of course, what he didn't say was that he and Yag was a little unhappy, and his first thought was that the bastard had come to Hogwarts again.

"It doesn't have to be him." Cedric argued, "If a wizard is transformed into a vampire, then he may also be able to cast magic." Knowing that his friend had some unpleasantness with the little vampire, Ced reminded him in time. , don't be too emotional.

"Sed and I have similar ideas." Summers pushed up the glasses frame that he didn't know when. "But Yager is definitely the most questionable."

After exchanging opinions, the three of them turned to look at Robert, "What do you think?"

"Look with your eyes!" Robert said angrily, "Didn't you find an important problem? Our original plan was to throw our names into the Goblet of Fire, but that guy disturbed it, and the note with the name was still there. It’s in our hands.”

The little badgers were stunned for a moment, and then made an annoyed sound.

"Oh, no!" Summers held his head, "My Sickle!"

Stebbins was a little desperate, "Am I going to drink such a strange potion tomorrow?"

Cedric stared blankly at the note in his hand, "Merlin, I only need two steps to throw this thing in."

The three of them looked at each other and said in unison, "How about another trip?"

"Wait a minute." Robert rolled his eyes and stood up to go back to the house. "Mrs. Filch must be cleaning up the auditorium now. We will be caught if we go there now."

The little badgers could only moan.

Early the next morning, it was a day off. The little wizards were eating in the auditorium boredly, but their little eyes peeked at the large wooden cup from time to time.

No one wanted to talk, for fear of missing out on some fun.

Yes, what most people want to see is a scene where someone throws their name in and gets slapped in the face.

As for being named by the Goblet of Fire, that's not what they want to see.

In this depressing atmosphere, Durmstrang's wizards stood up, stood in a row under Krum's order, walked past the Goblet of Fire one by one, and put slips of paper with their names into it. .

Fortunately, only three people's names were thrown out, and the timely jeers from the other wizards made their faces instantly look ugly.