Harry Potter and the Legend of the Temple

That figure exuded a powerful aura, which made Lewis stagnate.

Suddenly, his whole body felt as if his energy and blood were flowing backwards. Louis' expression changed in vain, but he did not retreat and faced the pitch-black phantom.

"It's just as rumored."

The black shadow spoke. Every time it took a step forward, the aura around it more than doubled.

Louis resisted the surge of energy and blood in his body, and gradually raised the wand above his chest. Even in this situation, he never forgot his own strength and tried to make the greatest resistance for this.

The basilisk roared sharply at the figure, and the red aura gave the magical animal an instinctive sense of uneasiness.

"Basilisk? It's a pity that you can still tame such a thing."

Getting closer, wait a moment, right now, Louis nodded towards Lily. The basilisk opened its bloody mouth and launched a fierce attack on the figure.

This is Louis' strongest trump card so far. He doesn't expect the basilisk to defeat the vampire. According to Aragog, the vampire is more powerful than they imagined, but they can't defeat it, at least share the pressure with Louis. .

But the vampire had no intention of fighting when faced with the basilisk's attack. What happened next was simply shocking.

It looked at the powerful attack trend of the basilisk, shook its head indifferently, and then waved its small hand, and a red light flashed from between its sleeves and landed on the basilisk with incomparable precision.

With just one blow, the basilisk was flung away, rolling freely in the air, and landed heavily on the ground, unconscious. . Oh no, the snake thing.

Louis' tried-and-tested basilisk trump card was so vulnerable to this vampire that even its most powerful petrified eye had not yet been used.

"The abacus is good, but it's useless to me." The vampire finally stood slowly in front of Louis, wearing a black robe, exuding black and red smoke, and his whole body looked like he came from hell. A devil without wings.

But this demon adds a little bit of mystery. Louis had fantasized about the appearance of many vampires, either ferocious in appearance or handsome and scumbag, but he never thought of showing them like this.

Just like a Middle Eastern woman wearing a headscarf, no one knows what it looks like.

"Are you Dracula?"

"Dracula?" The black shadow vampire looked at the sky, "I haven't heard anyone call me that for a long time. The last time I said that, I guess it was Dumbledore. How come he's okay now?"

That little guy Dumbledore? Louis twitched. This was the first time he heard Dumbledore called a little guy.

"We vampires have a lifespan of thousands of years." Dracula spoke in a casual manner, not at all like an old monster who has lived for thousands of years.

"On the other hand, you little guy, I quite appreciate your tone just now." Dracula said with a slightly satisfied look, "It seems that the four of them have quite good taste."

"Come with me, little guy." Dracula patted Louis on the shoulder with his dark hands, "I can tell you the answer you want to know."

Dracula slowly floated into the air, and the pressure on Louis suddenly relaxed. He could no longer hold on, and fell to the ground with a spurt of blood.

"Hermione, don't worry about me, I will take care of Peter Pettigrew's matter." Louis said to Hermione Granger who came to help him.

"But your current state..."

"It's okay, Dracula obviously has no ill intentions." Louis looked at the figure suspended in mid-air, "Besides, if that rough old man wanted to kill me, he would have done it long ago."

"Hey, brat, I'm not deaf." Dracula's dissatisfied voice came from above.

"So you don't have to worry."

"Go find Harry. He should be with Sirius and the others now and encounter a dementor." Louis ordered Hermione, "Oh, by the way, don't forget to knock me out at the end."

Hermione was worried after all, but with Louis' repeated assurances, she ran away from the spider territory.

"Oh, the brat is still a lover." Dracula said jokingly.

"What are you talking about, old man, why don't you take me there." Louis rolled his eyes at it.

"Oh, young man, you have a bad temper after all." Dracula shook his head, "It's not fun, it's not fun at all."

The reason why Louis dared to speak to Dracula so confidently was that the vampire had no hostility towards them. Secondly, Dracula's lofty status as the overlord of the Forbidden Forest would make Dracula very respectful if he always looked respectful. Instead, it felt annoyed. Dumbledore was afraid that doing so would make him think that vampires were not easy to get along with.

Of course, the third point is that Louis learned from Dracula's words that he seemed to be chosen by something, which means that Dracula needs him.

The vampire slowly fell from the sky again. He fiddled with his right hand a few times. A small magic symbol appeared on the head of the petrified Aragog. After three or four seconds, the symbol cracked with a bang, and the spider The king was suddenly lifted from his petrified state.

"You bastard, how dare you let the basilisk enter my territory!" Aragog's anger surged to the ground the moment it was lifted from petrification. It picked up the tongs and was about to pounce on Louis.

But its movement stopped suddenly, and its expression immediately fell.

"Dr... Dracula, sir." Aragog spoke in a very stuttering voice. This was more terrifying than meeting his natural enemy, the basilisk.

"Sir, I'm sorry, I didn't know you were here, but don't worry, I didn't reveal any information about you to that little human wizard."

"I know, I know." Dracula pretended not to care.

"Your Eight-Eyed Spider family needs to be well cultivated. If I hadn't come today, you would have been wiped out by this brat."

"Yes, yes, I remember." Aragog almost buried his head in the sand.

Lewis couldn't help but feel a little funny watching this scene, but it is true that in the face of absolute strength, any bells and whistles will be useless.

"I'll take this brat away, and you can leave the mess here to clean up."

Dracula pointed at the horrific traces of the battle. Although the eight-eyed spiders reproduced quickly, it would probably take a long time to recover the energy from this serious injury.

What kind of existence is this little wizard? Even Dracula takes such good care of him.

Aragog let out a long sigh, wondering whether it was a blessing or a curse that he had been so hostile to him before.