Professor Vampire.

Chapter 130: Chapter 130 Dracula's Patronus Spell

Dracula opened his eyes and saw a ball of hair as red as fire.

"See, my method is the most effective!" Ron Weiss jumped up excitedly when he saw Dracula open his eyes.

Then, a large group of ghosts and little wizards surrounded him.

"Professor, what happened to you just now?" Harry asked with a worried look on his face, "You suddenly closed your eyes just now, and your expression was frighteningly cold!"

"Professor Dracula, just now you suddenly had a lot of murderous intent..." Helena said.

In order to protect Dracula's identity, she did not use the title of "uncle" this time, "It felt like... as if you wanted to destroy everyone around you! We were all scared."

"Professor Dracula, you must have just turned into a ghost and didn't react." The short and fat Myrtle also floated over, "It was the same when I just died, but I recovered after being awake in that flush toilet for a while!"

While talking, Myrtle kept winking at Dracula.

Myrtle has not yet given up the idea of ??letting Dracula share a flush toilet with her...

Dracula ignored Myrtle next to him and turned to Harry, the three little wizards, Helena, and the ghosts such as Nearly Headless Nick and shook his head.

"Sorry to bother you, I'm fine." He said softly, "I just thought of something and lost my composure."

"Professor, are you really okay?" Hermione, who was standing between Harry and Ron, asked with concern, "Is the ghost party too dark and affected your mood? Do you want to go back and rest for a while?"

Hearing the dissatisfaction with the ghost party implied in Hermione's words, Nearly Headless Nick looked at her unhappily.

To Nick's surprise, Dracula actually nodded.

"It's better to go back and rest for a while." He said.

Then, Dracula said hello to Nick and Helena, turned around and walked out of the underground classroom where the ghosts were.

"Professor, wait for us!" Harry, Ron and Hermione hurriedly followed.

As the host of today's ghost party, Nearly Headless Nick looked at the wizards who left one after another and shrugged helplessly.

"Well, there is no one left alive tonight." He said to the ghosts around him, "I feel sorry for them. The next show is the head hockey performance of the Headless Hunters."

When the performance of the Headless Hunters was mentioned, Nearly Headless Nick's expression suddenly became depressed, and he forgot on the spot the regret that no one survived to the end of the 500th anniversary party.

"Hey, I finally found you, Patrick Podmore. You haven't settled the account with you for not letting me join the Headless Hunters!"

He rushed to a headless ghost who held his head in his arms and entangled with him.

...

On the other side, Dracula sent Harry and the other two little wizards to the hall, asking them to enjoy the pudding that had not been removed from the Halloween dinner, and walked to the principal's office alone.

Dumbledore and Snape had been waiting there for a long time.

"Our mission today is about to reach its climax, both of you." Dracula looked at Dumbledore and Snape, who were both solemn, and slowly raised the corners of his mouth.

In the space of a few minutes, he raised the corners of his mouth twice, but with completely different feelings.

On the isolated island of Azkaban, Dracula's desire to find fun was inadvertently withdrawn to the deepest part of his heart under the influence of the strange power of the Dementors. When he completely lost the fun, he couldn't find the feeling even if he wanted to raise the corners of his mouth.

Although it only lasted for a few minutes, Dracula, who found fun again, felt a completely different difference.

In his heart, he silently sentenced the Dementors to death.

"It's your turn next, Professor Snape." Dracula looked at Snape's sallow face and smiled with interest, "Whether our plan can proceed smoothly depends on you!"

After saying this, Dracula no longer paid attention to the reactions of Dumbledore and Snape, nor did he worry about whether the plan could be completed.

He snapped his fingers lightly, and his body turned into a light spot and dissipated...

The next moment, Dracula's vision suddenly changed.

He saw a piece of cold moonlight, the Azkaban fortress under the moonlight, and the black mist flying around-

At this time, on the isolated island where Azkaban was located, Voldemort had taken advantage of Dracula's massacre of Dementors to escape from the scene.

The Death Eaters who fought against the Ministry of Magic had some advantages at the beginning, but when they felt Voldemort's departure through the Dark Mark, they instantly lost the courage and motivation to fight the enemy, and began to flee to the sea without the Anti-Apparition Spell.

After leaving some Death Eaters to be captured by the Aurors, most of the Death Eaters finally managed to escape from this lonely island.

Near the Azkaban Fortress, Dracula's body was still hanging in the air under the moonlight, with a cold arc at the corner of his mouth.

"Did I let you go?" He looked at the fleeing Dementors and said softly.

Then, Dracula retracted his sharp nails and took out his wand from his pocket.

"Let me think about it, what magic should I use to eliminate you pests..."

Dracula thought and played with the wand unconsciously. The pure black wand body turned back and forth flexibly between his white and slender fingers.

"Got it, I should still remember the spell." He suddenly laughed indifferently, and at the same time, it seemed that all the dark aura was suppressed in the deepest part of Dracula's body.

Under the moonlight, there was no trace of darkness around Dracula. His silver hair, the same color as the moonlight, fluttered in the wind. His eyes fluttered slightly, and he raised his wand in his right hand and pointed it at the night sky.

Unlike his previous evil appearance, he now released a bit of pure and sacred aura.

"Haha... Don't you like to absorb my pleasure? Then absorb it as much as you want!"

"Expe!"

A silver light, brighter than the moonlight, suddenly burst out from the tip of Dracula's wand, illuminating the entire isolated island where Azkaban was located.

In the dazzling silver light, it seemed that more and more silver-white bats flapped their wings and soared in the night that was illuminated in an instant.

After the bats gathered briefly, they dispersed in an instant, shining the silver light on all parts of the isolated island, and even covering the large sea outside the island.

The silver light shone on the sparkling water waves, and each piece of water light swayed and sparkled, which was extremely beautiful.

The silver-white bats shuttled through the air like wearing silver yarn, spreading to every corner of the island at a rapid speed, circled the scattered Dementors one by one, and then expelled them to a concentrated area.

The Dementors instinctively realized that something was wrong, and flew around with uneasy emotions, but they could not break through this layer of bright silver light at all.

Gradually, countless Dementors were held hostage by the silver light and crowded together, and were locked in a closed silver light ball, completely losing the space to fly.

They were like a group of ants forced into a bag, and the bag was tied by Dracula. The ants inside lost any room for survival and could only gradually die in the torture of lack of oxygen and hunger...

"Are you almost here? Then I'll take you there."

Dracula smiled gently, raised his hand, and snapped his fingers lightly.

A white flame suddenly rose up under the silver ball of light, engulfing the densely packed Dementors in the ball of light.

I don't know if it was because the burning was too intense, or the Patronus spell compressed the Dementors too tightly.

With a "bang", the silver ball of light suddenly bloomed-

It was like a firework of white and silver, instantly cutting through the gloomy night, and it was like a night-blooming cereus blooming in the middle of the night, bright and dazzling.

In such an isolated island that is always occupied by clouds and storms, this unique firework is simply breathtakingly beautiful!

On the ground, Tonks looked at this gorgeous scene with stars in her eyes.

"Wow-this is so beautiful!" Her hair turned silver unconsciously, and she shouted excitedly, "Instructor Moody, come and watch the fireworks together!"

If it were normal, Tonks's fussing behavior would probably be scolded by Moody again.

But today Moody couldn't care less about educating the trainee Auror. He was more horrified than Tonks!

"This is impossible..." Moody muttered.

There was a magic eye in his left eye socket, big and round, a bright blue color, which was spinning non-stop.

Moody tried to use his invincible magic eye to see through this illusory scene. He couldn't believe that a dark creature like Dracula could use such a powerful Patronus Charm, and he couldn't believe that a species classified as "non-existence" like Dementors could be destroyed artificially.

"This is impossible... Only those who are pure in heart and full of joy in their hearts can cast the Patronus Charm..." he muttered.

"Who stipulated that only those who are pure in heart can cast the Patronus Charm?" A voice suddenly sounded.

Moody rarely failed to maintain his usual vigilance, and didn't notice that Dracula had landed beside the two of them.

He was startled and raised his hand nervously, wanting to attack Dracula, but found that the wand in his hand had been thrown into the muddy soil by Voldemort's disarming spell.

"Why are you so nervous?" Dracula saw Moody's performance and laughed with interest, "Mr. Moody, right? Did you stipulate the requirements for the use of the Patronus Charm?"

"This is common sense in the magic world!" Moody saw that he had no ability to do it, so he could only say viciously, "The sacred magic of the Patronus Charm has a strong purifying effect on dark wizards and dark magic creatures. Many dark wizards will be swallowed by the patronus they cast in their ignorant attempts."

"I have to correct you on a few issues, Mr. Moody--" Dracula folded his hands in front of his chest and chuckled, "First of all, I am not one of those dark wizards with little level, don't compare me with them!"

"Secondly, why do you think my heart is not pure? Is it because of the dark breath I released before?"

Moody's words paused.

He suddenly realized that Dracula had completely removed all the dark aura, which was completely different from the way he fiercely slaughtered the Dementors before.

"To be honest, the only thought in my mind is to take back my pleasure. Isn't that pure enough?" Dracula said softly, "Besides, destroying those hateful Dementors makes me happy enough. Isn't that enough for me to cast the Patronus Charm?"

He patted Moody's shoulder meaningfully, then turned around and walked towards Tonks, whose eyes were shining and extremely admiring.

"What a coincidence, this enthusiastic lady. We meet again." Dracula chuckled and said to Tonks, "Thank you for telling me the exact time last time, otherwise I might be deceived by an old guy who likes to do bad things."

"No... You're welcome..." Tonks stammered.

Then she looked up at Dracula and asked curiously, "You... are you really the source of that dark atmosphere at that time?"

Dracula raised his eyebrows with interest and chuckled, "Yes. What, are you going to take me away?"

"Ah no no no..." Tonks said hurriedly, "I feel... our entire Ministry of Magic can't catch you, right?"

"Tonks, stop talking!" Moody finally picked up his wand and crutches, walked up to him and shouted angrily.

"I'm telling the truth..." Tonks curled her lips secretly.

"I'll teach you a lesson when I get back!"

Moody glared at her fiercely with his normal right eye, then turned his head and looked at Dracula with his big magic eye, "Mr. Dracula, I heard that the new professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts is called Professor Dracula..."

"Yes, it's me." Dracula nodded.

"Well, since you can become a professor at Hogwarts, it seems that Albus is willing to believe you." Moody said seriously, "Since he believes you, then our Auror Office will not embarrass you anymore."

"It's because you can't catch them, so you want to find a way out..." Tonks muttered to herself.

Although she was talking to herself, her voice was just heard by Dracula and Moody.

Moody's face was as black as coal, and he pretended not to hear it, and then said: "Professor Dracula, I need to remind you that Dementors are under the management of the Ministry of Magic. Your action of attacking Dementors is actually an attack on the employees of the Ministry of Magic."

"Oh? Do you still want to avenge them?" Dracula asked expressionlessly.

"I didn't mean that. I just wanted to say that this kind of creature can't usually be killed physically." Moody said, "Even if you just burned them to ashes with fire, as long as there are negative emotions in the world, they can never be completely eliminated."

"That is to say... Dracula, what you just did may not have the desired effect, but will instead intensify the conflict between you and those stubborn politicians in the Ministry of Magic!"

"So what?" Dracula smiled indifferently.

"As long as I'm happy."