Hogwarts vampire professor

Yorkshire, England, two months ago——

An extremely weak life appeared outside the village of Little Hangleton. It was worse than a ghost and weaker than the humblest wandering spirit.

This is a remnant of Voldemort's soul.

On the day he stole the Philosopher's Stone, the soul power that Voldemort had spent eleven years accumulating was completely annihilated by Dracula's bloody water prison. Now he can only rely entirely on the existence of Horcruxes to barely guarantee that his soul is still alive.

Today, Voldemort's existence is like a bubble that is so transparent that it is almost indistinguishable with the naked eye. His facial features are like a lake, and he has no hands or feet. It flutters with the cold wind that blows from time to time, and it seems that it may collapse at any time.

He was a little unconscious, but he was still muttering unconsciously:

"I haven't lost...I haven't lost yet...I still have other cards that I haven't used...I will definitely come back..."

While chanting, he worked hard against the wind and drifted towards Little Hangleton in Yorkshire.

In fact, he originally wanted to return to the Albanian forest where he had stayed for eleven years. At least that place was familiar enough to him, and there was also a viper named Nagini who could accompany him to prevent him from completely Alone and alone.

But after using his Horcrux diary to restore his strength, he has discovered a more efficient and faster recovery method. From the bottom of his heart, he didn't want to wait for another eleven years of suffering.

So he chose Little Hangleton, where the ancestral home of the Gaunt family was located.

After an unknown amount of time, Voldemort floated weakly to the edge of a valley on the outskirts of Little Hangleton.

In the dense woods on the edge of the valley, there is a dilapidated shack half hidden among a pile of tree trunks. Miscellaneous trees grow near the shed, blocking all light and the view of the valley below, giving the building among the trees a somewhat eerie feel.

The walls of the shed were covered with green moss, and so many tiles on the roof had fallen off that the rafters were visible in places. Unidentified vines grew around it, their tips reaching up to the small, thick, grimy windows.

The bubbles transformed by Voldemort showed anticipation and ecstasy, got through the cracks in the stained glass, and floated into the interior of the shed.

The shack was dilapidated and filled with rusty pots and pans, moldy furniture, and all kinds of garbage, just like the scene when Voldemort first came here when he was sixteen years old.

The dilapidated scene of Gunter's ancestral home at that time made the young Riddle feel disgusted and disappointed with this miserable family, and it also gave him a new understanding of those so-called pure-blood supremacists.

However, this time he returned in embarrassment, looking like a bereaved dog.

He didn't have any thoughts of remembering the past or criticizing this decadent family. There was only one thing on his mind -

Get back the Horcrux he hid under the floorboards!

The bubbles transformed by Voldemort followed the warped, tattered wooden floor and entered the dark bottom of the floor.

A ring lay quietly in the cracks of the muddy floor.

The ring was gold and set with a large, dark stone. The workmanship of the ring does not seem to be very fine, and it even looks a bit ugly. The gold ring material seems a bit awkward and uncoordinated.

[To be honest, I have been reading books recently to catch up on updates. I can switch sources and read aloud with many sounds. It can be used on both Android and Apple. 】

The black stone on the ring is engraved with a conspicuous symbol - a triangle with a circle inside, both bisected by a vertical line.

According to Marvolo Gaunt, the name of this emblem was the Peverell Coat of Arms.

And if Dumbledore were to see this symbol, there was a high probability that he would involuntarily say its true name - the Deathly Hallows!

However, Voldemort did not know that this was the legendary Deathly Hallows.

In the past, he only knew that this ring could be used to control corpses and create an army of Inferi, but now he only knew that this ring could bring him a more efficient recovery speed and help him in his resurrection.

After truly seeing the ring, Voldemort's face showed a hint of relief, and then he quickly threw his entire body into the black stone on the ring.

This Horcrux did not absorb Voldemort's knowledge and personality, so it did not give birth to its own consciousness like the diary. In addition, Voldemort also placed a curse on the Horcrux ring that was completely under his control and powerful enough to harm the great wizard.

Under these two conditions, even if he was extremely weak, Voldemort could still forcibly absorb the soul fragments in the Horcrux back into his own soul.

A burst of light suddenly shone from beneath the rotting floor——

The already fragile wooden floor was blown to pieces, and countless fragmented tiles fell down and piled up on the floor.

Then, an illusory figure with an ugly face stood up from the debris.

"My power is not enough, I need a real body!" Voldemort murmured hoarsely in a terrifying voice.

The next moment, he appeared in an extremely dark and overgrown cemetery.

To the right of the churchyard is a tall yew tree, with the black outline of a small church behind it.

There is an exquisite old house on a hillside on the left - the old Riddle House, an extremely luxurious and bright building that is in sharp contrast to the Gaunt family's shed.

Voldemort just glanced over there and didn't pay any more attention. After all, the people there had been killed by him decades ago.

Walking along the path of the cemetery, he looked at the tombstones one by one until he found a well-repaired marble tombstone with a name written on it——

"Tom Riddle".

Voldemort looked at the tombstone with the same name engraved on it, without any sadness or joy in his heart. He has long abandoned everything that belongs to this name.

He raised his hand and pointed the black stone on the ring at the cemetery.

The tomb suddenly opened, and a corpse with only bones floating up from the tomb floated towards Voldemort's illusory figure.

Under the influence of the Resurrection Stone, a white light enveloped the corpse, separating all the dirt and dirt attached to the skeleton, gradually removing all impurities, leaving only a pure white complete skeleton without a trace of dust.

Then, Old Tom Riddle's skeleton suddenly accelerated and crashed straight into Voldemort's illusory figure.

White light emitted from the bones, covering Voldemort's whole body.

After a moment, the light slowly dissipated.

A man with a terrifying face appeared in front of the cracked grave——

He has bone-white skin, a skinny and shriveled body, and scarlet eyes. The face, which is paler than chalk, is like a skull, the bridge of the nose is sunken, and the fingers are unnaturally slender, like a few deformed spider legs...

Voldemort clenched his fists, feeling the feeling of having a body that he had not experienced for a long time, and his deformed face was full of intoxication.

"It's so wonderful, the feeling of having a body -" He took a deep breath of the stale atmosphere in the cemetery and whispered to himself.

"The father's bones, unintentionally donated, can regenerate his son... Hehe, this damn old thing is somewhat useful!" Voldemort sneered, showing no apology for digging his biological father's grave, "There are more below. What is left, the flesh of your servants and the blood of your enemies?”

In fact, Voldemort does not have a complete body now.

He just borrowed the power of the Resurrection Stone in his hand that he didn't recognize, and used his father's bones as a framework to build a simple but practical body. But the flesh and blood on this body is still not real, but fictionalized by magic.

"The flesh of the servant is easy for me to get. As for the blood of the enemy...it depends on whether my diary can take Potter's blood under the eyes of Dracula and Dumbledore."

Thinking of the scene when Dracula completely wiped out the origin of his soul, Voldemort's scarlet eyes flashed with malice.

"Oh, doesn't Dracula like to have fun?" He sneered, "In that case, I might as well find some fun for him first, and hope he can have a good time..."

Voldemort put the ring on his middle finger and clenched his fist suddenly.

The next moment, all the graves in the cemetery split into two halves, and skeletons that had been dead for a long time crawled out stiffly from the graves. Their bodies were rotting, their hair fell off, and their eyes were cloudy. They gathered towards Voldemort with twisted and weird steps.

An evil smile appeared on Voldemort's lips.

Then, a black smoke covered a group of newly made Inferi, and he apparated with these Inferi to the outside of a dark cave.

Inside the cave lay many half-clothed humans. They were all in ragged clothes and covered in mud, and their eyes were full of hatred and despair.

The sudden visit of Voldemort, who had a deformed face and led a large group of extremely weird-looking Inferi, made these people look wary and blocked him at the entrance of the cave with bared teeth.

"What are you here for? Outsiders are not welcome here!" A leading man who was obviously dressed more appropriately than others walked up and said in a bad tone.

"boom!"

No movement was seen from Voldemort. The leading man immediately flew up, hit the rocks above the cave hard, and then fell down hard, passing out.

"Next time you see me, remember to speak nicely!" Voldemort said coldly.

Many people in ragged clothes were not frightened when they saw this beating scene. They seemed to have become accustomed to it.

They crowded together and rushed towards Voldemort, trying to bite and scratch his body with their teeth and long nails.

Voldemort looked cold and waved the wand in his hand.

A large area of ​​people at the cave entrance was instantly cleared, leaving a wide space for Voldemort and the Inferi behind him to walk.

As we go deeper into the cave, there are more and more people inside, but they all look like they are drinking blood and looking fierce. They looked at Voldemort and the numerous Inferi eagerly, as if they were waiting for an order to rush forward and bite them as much as they wanted.

"Who dares to come here to cause trouble?" A tall man walked out from the deepest part of the cave aggressively, "Is there anyone in this area who doesn't know whose territory this is?"

This tall man had gray hair and a beard, and a ferocious expression. The sharp teeth he showed when he spoke and the long yellow nails on his fingers made him look almost like a beast.

However, when he saw the person coming, he froze on the spot and lost his previous momentum.

"You...you...you are..." His voice trembled, and then he knelt on the ground directly, "Dark Lord, you...it turns out you are not dead!"

"Long time no see, Fenrir Greyback." Voldemort said coldly, "Is this how you welcome my return?"

"I failed to take care of my men and made you laugh." Fenrir Greyback lowered his head, his eyes stern, and then he jumped to the side of the leader at the beginning.

His eyes flashed with bloodthirsty light, he opened his bloody mouth, and suddenly bit the man's neck, biting him into two pieces.

"Lord Dark Lord, can this calm your anger?" Greyback lifted his blood-stained face from the pool of blood and looked at Voldemort.

"Very good." Voldemort laughed, "Since you are so sensible, I have an important opportunity to give it to you."

"Haven't you always wanted to conquer the large number of werewolves in Romania? No problem, these Inferi will be your most effective subordinates. If you feel that these are not enough, I have endless Inferi hidden in a cave on the seaside in London. The corpse is at your disposal..."

"...My request is that all the werewolves over there must be brought under your command within two months!"

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Contrary to the scene where Voldemort was, there was a peaceful and joyful atmosphere in Hogwarts Castle.

The torturous exam week is finally over, and the little wizards have got rid of the trouble of review and worries about exams. Moreover, the results will not be officially announced until a week later, which means that before then, even the little wizard who does poorly will have a whole week of carefree time.

The weather in June is still very hot, but this does not stop the joyful atmosphere in the castle.

On the edge of the black lake, a giant octopus was lying in the warm shallow water basking in the sun. The Wesler twins and their roommate Lee Jordan were gently stroking its tentacles.

"Professor, I haven't seen you go out for a while. Have you finished correcting the test papers?" George scratched the suckers on the tentacles of the big octopus and looked back at a big tree next to the black lake.

It was a very tall Pinus sylvestris. In the hot summer, it used its lush branches and leaves to cast a large shade, shrouding the silver-haired figure leaning on the trunk in a cool shade.

Dracula leaned quietly against the trunk of the Scots pine tree, ignored George's question, and stared at the crystal ball in his hand in trance.

The dark moon in the crystal ball has turned from dim to bright, and is now spinning quietly in the center of the sphere.

This is the signal coming from Romania.

When the dark moon becomes bright, it means that the vampire group in Romania has encountered a special situation, but it is not important. Dracula does not have to go over to support and help.

Only when the dark moon turns into a bright red blood moon does it mean that the ethnic group over there has encountered an emergency that they cannot contend with and needs the Lord Vampire Count to come to the rescue.

Dracula waited at Hogwarts for a week, until the entire exam week had passed, and the moon in the crystal ball showed no sign of transforming into a blood moon. This means that the other side can completely handle this special situation.

Or maybe they just want to meet Dracula.

This is actually normal. After all, it has been less than a year since Dracula just sent the crystal ball. This year is just a short moment for the vampire family, and they will not encounter anything like this at this moment. Something particularly critical.

But they and Dracula have not seen each other for a hundred years, so it is inevitable that they will not miss him.

Thinking of this, Dracula sighed softly.

He had no intention of returning to Romania. Because he knew that there would be a lot of trouble waiting for him to deal with after returning to Brown Castle.

As early as the beginning of this school year, he was very curious about the current situation of the vampire community in Romania, and he even questioned Quirrell at that time.

However, for Dracula, it was not complicated to go to Romania to learn the information of the vampire tribe personally, it was just a matter of using a dark moon to teleport magic.

As for why not, the fundamental reason remains the same: he doesn't want to return to Romania.

Seeing the bright dark moon still rotating uniformly in the sphere, Dracula curled his lips and put the crystal ball back into his pocket.

"Professor, can you hear us?"

After returning to his thoughts, Dracula suddenly heard Fred's voice from the lake shore.

Dracula looked towards the lake and found that the twins had abandoned the big octopus basking in the sun and ran towards the Scotch pine where he was.

"What's the matter with you two?" Dracula had a headache when he saw these two guys, and asked angrily.

"Professor, since you are free to go out today, you must have finished grading the test papers, right?" George blinked and looked at him expectantly.

Fred also looked over with piercing eyes, "Yes, Professor, are you sure who can get the three amulets?"

"It doesn't have anything to do with you two anyway, so what are you expecting?" Dracula raised his eyebrows.

These two people are not usually such ignorant people.

At this time, the twins' roommate Lee Jordan ran over panting.

"Professor, I'm reporting this! Fred and George started another bet." Lee Jordan wiped the sweat from his face and complained, "They bet that Cedric and Hermione Granger can get your production." Amulet, prepare to make a big fortune."

"Hey, Li, how could you betray us?" The twins looked at Li Jordan with dissatisfied eyes, "We agreed to make money together?"

"You have the nerve to say that?" Lee Jordan protested loudly, "Last time we agreed to give me half of the money we earned, but what did you do in the end? Regardless of the type, you only gave me the money according to the total number of coins. I divided the money. Half of them are coppernuts!"

"..."

Dracula looked at Fred and George who couldn't take any time off, and shook his head speechlessly.

"If you are really too free, then come over and help me correct the test papers." He opened an umbrella and walked out of the shade of the tree. "But you are disappointed. In fact, I have no intention of correcting the papers myself."

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