Professor Vampire.

Chapter 125: Chapter 125 Voldemort: Follow me as I storm Azkaban!

"No, I still have confidence in my clone." Voldemort said hoarsely, his tone was cold, "Don't say such things again in the future."

Although the words were straightforward, Voldemort's scarlet eyes kept flashing, and no one knew what he was thinking in his heart.

"Yes, Master." Yaxley lowered his head obediently.

Another creepy silence...

After a while, the fireplace in the living room suddenly lit up, making a crackling sound, breaking the silence in the living room.

"Lucius." Voldemort glanced at the absent-minded owner of Malfoy Manor.

Lucius was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly stood up, walked to the green flame of the fireplace, and put his hand into it.

The flame in the fireplace was very gentle and did not hurt Lucius's hand at all.

A piece of parchment rolled into a small paper roll was taken out of the green flame by Lucius. He unfolded the paper roll, and a trace of surprise appeared in his eyes.

"It's a letter from Severus!" he exclaimed.

Voldemort's expression suddenly cheered up a little, and he looked at Lucius with an inquiring look.

"Severus said that he has entangled Dumbledore and will go to the principal's office to discuss with him how to deal with the threat of the Dark Lord's return..." After reading this, Lucius looked at Voldemort with some fear, "This..."

"This is normal." Voldemort was not angry at Snape's statement, but just nodded calmly, "Severus' identity as a Death Eater is impossible to hide from Dumbledore. Only if Dumbledore believes that he is an undercover lurking among us, Severus's true camp will not be exposed."

"I have already communicated with him about what information can be told to Dumbledore and what cannot be told. You don't have to worry about these useless things, Lucius, keep reading!"

Lucius breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the wrinkled parchment in his hand, and continued reading:

"Severus also said that in the next period of time, he will try his best to drag Dumbledore to the headmaster's office and discuss with him the plan to fight against the Death Eaters in detail, which can buy us about three hours..."

"Three hours?" Voldemort nodded, "It's enough for us to break through Azkaban!"

Then, he seemed to think of some other threats, and his face sank, "Did Severus mention Dracula? Did he only hold back Dumbledore, but not Dracula, who is more threatening?"

"Wait a minute, Master. Severus mentioned Dracula on the back of this paper." Lucius quickly read the rest:

"Dracula attended the 500th anniversary party of the ghost Sir Nicholas on Halloween. His relationship with the ghosts They are all pretty good, and there are many new things at the ghost party, which suits his interests, so there is a high probability that he will not leave in the middle of the party. "

"Not only that, ghost parties like this often last until after midnight, so Dracula theoretically stays in Hogwarts Castle longer than Dumbledore - at least four hours. "

Lucius read this and said with a relaxed expression: "Master, so... we are lucky!"

However, Voldemort frowned.

"Severus just let Dracula stay with the ghosts alone? This is completely pinning hope on Dracula's character. I don't see any rigor in it!" He said coldly, "What do you mean by good luck? What if Dracula just doesn't want to stay with the ghosts and has to leave Hogwarts?"

"If Severus only does this, I will be very disappointed in him!"

Lucius's relaxed expression froze for a moment, and he quickly looked at the last paragraph on the parchment:

"In order to prevent Dracula from suddenly changing his schedule and plans (he didn't I have a backup plan. Three days ago, I gave Dracula a novel black magic item on the pretext of easing the relationship between colleagues. He has been carrying it with him these days, and he takes it out to play with it from time to time..."

"However, Dracula obviously did not want to dismantle this black magic item, and did not find the positioning magic inside it, so it gave me an opportunity..."

"Dracula's position is always recorded on the parchment. If you find that he disappears suddenly or moves abnormally, please pay more attention! ——S·S"

After reading the text left by Snape, Lucius looked over and over at the wrinkled narrow parchment in his hand, but he did not find any traces of positioning magic on it, nor did he see the location record mentioned by Snape.

"Bring him here, Lucius!" Voldemort looked at the flustered Lucius with disdain, and stretched out his spider-like slender fingers to him, "How could I have such a waste as you under my command!"

Lucius showed an embarrassed expression, tremblingly handed the parchment to Voldemort's hand, and then lowered his head.

With his face deeply buried, Lucius showed an extremely indignant expression.

However, Voldemort's attention was all focused on the parchment in his palm at this time, and he didn't care about the expression on Lucius' face that was wrong.

He stretched out his wand and touched the narrow parchment, and whispered-

"Flagrate."

The next moment, the handwriting on the parchment seemed to melt, all the ink was disrupted and reorganized, and the vertical and horizontal lines intertwined to form a simple floor plan of Hogwarts Castle.

A red light spot was marked on the left side of the floor plan, which was the location of the underground classroom where the ghost was.

In addition, there was a line of almost indiscernible small words on the edge, which annotated thoughtfully -

"The red light spot is Dracula's location. If the red spot suddenly disappears, or starts to flash, or moves quickly, please pay attention to it!"

The Death Eaters present were all looking at this magical parchment in amazement.

They were very curious about how Snape made such a delicate and compact positioning map in such a short time!

What the Death Eaters didn't know was that Snape's former nemesis during school, the "Four Marauders", was best at making maps that could be located. They often used this kind of map to find Snape's location and bully the young Snape at the time.

As the nemesis of the Marauders, Snape also studied the principle of magic positioning in detail when he was a student.

Compared with the Marauder's map, Snape's super simplified version of the small map is really a small witch compared to a big witch!

"Very good!" Voldemort stood up from his seat and nodded affirmatively, "Severus is worthy of it. I knew that it would be impossible to find him and make such a low-level mistake just now!"

Lucius: "..."

That's not what you said just now...

"Now all I need is my clone to deliver Potter's blood." Voldemort stood up impatiently and paced back and forth in the dim living room of the Malfoy family, "What a waste, he can't even get the blood of a little wizard in more than half a year!"

"Severus can only hold Dumbledore for three hours, and we don't know when Dracula will come out of the ghost party... Time doesn't allow any delay at all!"

"Waste! Waste! Waste!"

Voldemort became more and more angry as he thought about it, and finally couldn't help but yelled.

In the whole living room, elite wizards from all walks of life were silent and trembling, and they didn't have the courage to answer at all.

Only Voldemort's heavy breathing, which was still angry, remained in the living room.

Just as the room was about to fall into silence again, the flame in the fireplace lit up with a green light again, and Voldemort and the Death Eaters present all subconsciously turned their eyes to it-

A face made up of various elements in the fireplace suddenly appeared in the green flame!

Although the face made up of flames, ash and coal looked a little scary, from the structure of the face, one could still vaguely see the handsomeness of this face.

"Waste, you still know how to contact us?!" Voldemort roared, "What have you done in this month that you can't even get a bottle of blood?!"

"Who told me that I would be able to get Potter's blood before Halloween?! I trusted you again and again, but you failed my expectations again and again!"

"Say! Did you bring the things this time?"

Voldemort stared at Riddle's face in the fire with his scarlet eyes, burning with anger.

Even as Voldemort's Horcrux, Riddle was frightened by the violent temper of his main soul.

This matter can be said to be the only important task Voldemort gave him, but he has been dragging it out for too long.

At first, he didn't find a practical way. When he finally found a way, he reached an agreement with Dracula and could only drag it on.

Of course, the most important point is that after absorbing the Horcrux fragments in the Ravenclaw crown, Riddle had already lost the possibility of standing with his main soul!

So he took a deep breath, forced down the panic in his heart, and said, "Can you wait for me for a while?"

"Wait more?!" Voldemort suddenly pulled out his wand and pointed at the fire where Riddle was.

Under Voldemort's angry eyes, the flames in the fireplace rolled wildly, the green fire tumbled, and jumped wildly in the narrow space, like an angry devil dancing in hell!

Riddle's face made of fire was messed up, and his voice became unclear.

"Listen... I really... want to help... you." Riddle's vague voice came out from the flames, intermittently, "But... it wasn't until today that I finally found the best time to get Harry's... blood..."

"You said the same thing last time!" Voldemort was still angry and said loudly.

Perhaps he wanted to hear what reasons Riddle would say, or perhaps he really wanted to get a slightly better news from Riddle, Voldemort did not completely disconnect Riddle.

The surging green flames slowly calmed down and gradually returned to the quiet burning state as before.

And Riddle's face was restored to its original state, and his voice became clear again.

"I don't know why, but Dracula has been watching Harry Potter too closely during this period, and I can't find a suitable opportunity to take blood." He explained to Voldemort, "But today is different from the past. Dracula went to attend the ghost's Deathday party and will not come out from there until after midnight!"

"This is a great opportunity! Although Harry Potter and his friends also went to the Deathday party, this kind of little wizard will definitely not be able to stand the gloomy atmosphere of the Deathday party. They will definitely come out from the ghost after staying for two hours at most."

"When Harry comes out, I will tell him that I have prepared for my friend A sumptuous meal to comfort his psychological trauma from attending the ghost dinner... When Harry comes to my assistant's office, in the absence of Dracula, won't he be at my mercy? "

"I only need three hours at most! I promise that before eleven o'clock tonight, I can definitely bring Harry's blood to the safe place you told me before!"

Riddle's tone suddenly became extremely serious: "If I can't do it, I am willing to accept your punishment, even if it means completely absorbing my birth consciousness!"

Voldemort narrowed his eyes and looked deeply at Riddle's face, as if he was wondering how true his words were.

"You are right about Dracula staying with the ghosts."

Voldemort slowly raised his hand and looked at the narrow, wrinkled parchment in his hand. At this time, the red dot representing Dracula was still motionless in the underground classroom.

"In that case, I'll give you one last chance..." He said in a cold tone, "I'll even give you one more hour... If you haven't delivered the blood before Halloween officially arrives, you know what will happen!"

Riddle nodded slightly, and then his face disappeared in the green flames.

Voldemort watched Riddle disappear with scarlet eyes, watching the flames in the fireplace gradually turn from green to red, with an inexplicable look.

"Master..." Yaxley approached cautiously and asked softly, "Do we really have to wait for your clone for three hours? I'm worried... what if we miss the opportunity?"

"No more waiting." Voldemort said, the red fire reflected on his scarlet eyes, as if there was a flame burning in them, "Severus can only delay Dumbledore for three hours, we don't have another three hours."

"Let's go, follow me to break through Azkaban!" He pointed his wand in the direction of Azkaban, "Wait until my most loyal companion is rescued, and my clone will naturally get what I want."

"But... isn't your strength not fully recovered yet?"

"Heh, in the absence of Dumbledore and Dracula, do you think you can stop me with just those chickens and dogs in the Ministry of Magic?" Voldemort said coldly, "Even if the strength has not yet recovered!"