Professor Vampire.

Chapter 138: Chapter 138 Lucius' decision

"You seem to admire Potter, don't you?" Dracula asked softly, slowing down his tone.

"Not only me... all of us house-elves admire him." Dobby groaned, and more tears rolled down his tattered pillowcase.

"I wish he knew what he meant to us humble, enslaved little people in the magical world! Dobby has not forgotten the situation when the power of the demon who must not even be named was at its strongest, Mr. Professor!"

"At that time, people treated us house-elves like pests... Of course, they still treat Dobby like that now."

As Dobby spoke, he wiped his face with his dirty pillowcase, "But overall, since Harry Potter defeated the demon who must not even be named, the lives of us elves have improved a lot."

"Harry Potter survived, the rule of the evil demon was broken, and this is a new beginning. For those of us humble people who think that dark days will never end, "For a house elf who will end, Harry Potter shines like a beacon of hope..."

"I understand this a little bit." Dracula nodded thoughtfully, "I met a house elf named Kreacher some time ago. He was not regarded as a human being by Voldemort at all, not even as a living creature, but just as a tool for testing magic."

"Ah!" Dobby suddenly covered his ears and groaned, "Don't say that name, sir! It's too scary!"

"Okay, go on." Dracula shrugged noncommittally, "Why do you worship Harry Potter so much, but want to use the Bludger to knock him off the broom and kill him?"

Dobby's behavior aroused Dracula's curiosity.

As a house elf, it is already strange to act without the permission of the master... What's even weirder is that he actually controlled the Bludger to hit Harry's head while verbally thanking Harry.

"No, that's not the case! Dobby never thought of letting Harry Potter fall off his broom and die!" Dobby said emotionally, "Dobby wanted to save Harry Potter's life! It's better to be sent home with serious injuries than to stay here! Dobby just hopes that he will be slightly injured and then go back home to rest!"

"But this doesn't seem reasonable, right?" Dracula raised his eyebrows, "You said a little injury, I think Madam Pomfrey can treat it easily, and she won't give Potter a chance to go home to recuperate."

"But...but Dobby didn't think of any other way "The first thing he will do after he recovers his strength is to come to Hogwarts to seek revenge on Harry Potter... Dobby can't let Harry Potter stay here, because history is about to repeat itself, and this time the big devil will never make the same mistake as last time-" At this point, Dobby's words suddenly stopped. He was stunned and terrified, then he grabbed Dracula's red wine bottle from the desk in front of him and hit his head hard, muttering in a low and painful voice: "Bad Dobby, very bad Dobby... actually told the secret that the master must strictly guard..." However, just when the red wine bottle was about to hit Dobby's wrinkled and bald head, his whole body suddenly froze. "Professor, please stop trying to stop Dobby! Dobby has revealed a secret that cannot be told, and he must punish himself!" Dobby thought Dracula was trying to stop him from punishing himself.

Dracula's mouth twitched, and a few black lines fell from his face.

"I don't want to stop you from punishing yourself, Dobby," he said unhappily, "but when you punish yourself, can you please not use my treasured red wine as a weapon?"

Dracula took back the red wine bottle from Dobby's hand with a casual move, and took out a tall wine glass to pour himself a glass of bright red wine.

After tasting the wine elegantly, Dracula's mood eased a little, and he turned his attention back to this special house elf.

"Your identity doesn't seem simple, Dobby." The corners of his mouth raised an intriguing smile, "You know about Voldemort's resurrection, and you also know where Voldemort wants to go most after his resurrection-"

"In that case, the answer to the question of whose house-elf you are... the scope is too narrow."

Dracula stared at Dobby's eyes with a smile.

"Don't say it... wuwuwu, don't say it..." Dobby's tears fell down in big drops, "Dobby betrayed his master, Dobby is a very bad house-elf..."

However, Dracula didn't care about Dobby's sadness at all, and then said in an affirmative tone:

"If I'm not mistaken... your master is Lucius Malfoy, right?"

Dobby's crying suddenly stopped, he opened his big eyes like copper bells, horrified, and stuttered for a long time without uttering a complete word.

Seeing Dobby's performance, Dracula knew that he was right -

"The only ones who could know the details of Voldemort's recovery of strength should be those Death Eaters who attended the bunker meeting. This is not difficult to guess." He said casually, "And most of those Death Eaters only knew the details of Voldemort after attending the meeting, so it was impossible for you to eavesdrop on the news before that."

"Besides, it's too late for them to try their best to distance themselves from Voldemort. It's impossible for them to talk about Voldemort's recovery of strength at home, and it's even more impossible for them to reveal the news to the house elves. . "

"So you must not have overheard this backward news from your master."

Dracula chuckled and stared into Dobby's eyes, "Sorry, I'm a little blind to house elves, and I didn't realize that you were the elf carrying a crucible in the bunker meeting room. I was wondering why I felt that a house elf looked familiar!"

It turned out that when Dobby was called aside by Lucius and Voldemort to punish himself, before Voldemort finished making the potion-

Because Dobby couldn't bear to see Voldemort's resurrection, he could only quietly leave the meeting room and punish himself in another place.

Therefore, Dobby also missed the situation where Dracula and Riddle teamed up to pit Voldemort, and thought that Voldemort, who was sure to win, had completely returned, and his heart was in a mess.

In order to save Harry Potter, whom he admired, he gritted his teeth and ran away from Malfoy Manor.

Dobby was completely stunned after hearing Dracula's long string of words. He swallowed hard for a long time and felt hopeless.

"Dobby... Dobby can't save Harry Potter. I didn't expect that the professor of Hogwarts is also a core Death Eater..." Dobby murmured desperately, "Only the core Death Eaters can join that meeting, and that person is actually a dark wizard disguised as a professor."

"I suggest you change your words, Dobby." Dracula glanced at him, "If you say I am a professor disguised as a dark wizard, I might feel better."

"Dobby... Dobby will not compromise with a lackey like you!" Dobby showed an expression of fearlessness.

"... You are really something, Dobby, and you scolded your master by the way." Dracula sneered.

"Oh no!" Dobby's tears, which had finally stopped, began to fall again, "Dobby is a very bad house elf..."

"Forget it, I always feel that it is a bit difficult to communicate with you..." Dracula finally lost his patience and stood up from his seat.

"Let's go, let's go directly to your master and let him explain to you!"

...

At the same time, Malfoy Manor was decorated with lights and colorful lights-

The bushes in the garden, the walls outside the house, the exquisite pillars... Every part of the manor was hung with bright and luxurious colored lights and colorful ribbons full of festive atmosphere, and even the peacocks that often wandered at the gate of Malfoy Manor had a strip of small light bulbs hung around their necks.

If someone who didn't know saw it, they might think that what just passed this month was not the spooky Halloween, but the lively Christmas!

"Lucius, the Dark Lord just left... Is it really appropriate for us to decorate the house like this?" Lucius' wife, Narcissa Malfoy, asked worriedly, "If other Death Eaters see it and leak it out, your position in the Dark Lord's heart will probably be even more disadvantageous, right?"

"Don't worry, Narcissa." Lucius leaned on his cane and walked comfortably in the spacious back garden, "The Dark Lord is gone, I saw him burn himself to ashes with my own eyes! He will definitely not come back without a few years."

"Besides, I'm not worried about being seen by other Death Eaters. After all... my position is already irreversible."

Lucius laughed at himself, then unconsciously stared at the Dark Mark on the inside of his left arm, and fell silent unconsciously.

If Lucius, as a fence-sitter, decides which side to lean to as the wind blows-

Then the original wind actually blew towards Voldemort and the Death Eaters, and Lucius was originally slightly inclined towards Voldemort. After all, he was an extremely terrifying wizard, an extremely outstanding magic genius, and he had the complete power of the entire Death Eaters.

Compared to a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts who was weak and alone on the surface, even a fool would not stand on the wrong side!

However, until Halloween, in that underground fortress, Dracula's crushing performance against Voldemort really made Lucius dumbfounded.

The wind direction on the wall immediately changed.

Lucius immediately turned from Voldemort to Dracula, and decided to create a new faction in addition to the different factions of the Ministry of Magic, namely the "pro-Den faction", the "pro-Voldemort faction", and the "self-improvement faction" due to the policies. The name of the faction is -

"Dracula's lackeys' faction!"

Of course, "lack-legged" is just a word that suddenly emerged in Lucius' mind when he was a Death Eater and was responsible for almost all the aftermath, paying the bills, and smoothing relations, but did not find any benefits.

He felt that if he continued to do the dangerous job of Death Eater, the head of a pure-blood family would really become a lackey of Voldemort, who could only lie on the ground and kiss Voldemort's toes all day long, and would not get what he deserved at all...

Now, thinking of the faction he wanted to open up about Dracula, Lucius immediately thought of the word "lack-legged".

However, for the sake of his own face, he would still uncreatively call this faction "Pro-Dracula Faction". He is the only one in this faction of the Ministry of Magic at present...

"Lucius, I don't quite understand." Narcissa Malfoy asked doubtfully, "Since you have chosen to leave the Death Eaters, why do you still keep in touch with other Death Eaters and even plan to respond to the call of the Dark Lord at any time?"

"Wouldn't it be safer for you, me and Draco if we go directly to Professor Dracula for asylum?"

"You don't understand, Narcissa, I can't just leave the Death Eaters, and I can't just ask for Professor Dracula's asylum." Lucius sighed and poked the ground with his cane sullenly, "No matter where we go, we need corresponding value!"

"Isn't the head of the Malfoy family valuable enough?" Narcissa Malfoy frowned.

"No, the head of the Malfoy family is indeed valuable to the Dark Lord, but it is still far from enough for Professor Dracula." Lucius shook his head, "What the Dark Lord wants is to conquer pure blood, to rule the magic world, and to gain greater power! So the identity of the head of the Malfoy family is very valuable to him."

"But Professor Dracula is different - Dracula has no lack of wealth. To him, the wealth accumulated by the Malfoy family for hundreds of years may be no different from the pocket money of a poor man in his eyes; and he has no interest in power, he only thinks these things are troublesome..."

"Dracula just wants countless fun!"

Lucius said in a deep voice, "And so far his greatest fun is to deal with the Dark Lord who has no style for him... Because of this, I can only be worthy of being protected if I can continue to provide him with information about the Dark Lord!"

"But that's too dangerous... isn't it?" Narcissa said worriedly.

"It's better than staying under the Dark Lord. I don't want the Malfoy family to fall in my hands." Lucius changed his cane to another hand and put his arm around his wife's shoulders. "Well, the Dark Lord is gone, it's time to celebrate. Don't talk about those tense topics!"

"Be happy, Narcissa, at least this manor that has been occupied by them for a long time is finally back in our arms!"