Harry Potter and the Legend of the Temple

The green light flashed and stopped an inch in front of Lewis, as if frozen in the air.

It was the first time Voldemort saw this situation. The green light trembled and gradually turned into nothingness.

"Who's there?"

In response to Voldemort's question, the black night sky began to turn red, and a smell of blood began to float around.

"Master, there!"

Many Death Eaters began to fire spells in the same direction, but those spells disappeared out of thin air. And suddenly a large number of bats flew out from it, overwhelming the sky and making it extremely spectacular.

Voldemort pointed his wand into the sky, and a large number of flames suddenly formed. Facing the menacing bats, his flame dragon rose.

"Tsk tsk tsk, it is indeed the power of the Lord of Darkness, but you haven't completely integrated it yet."

In mid-air, bats swarmed in groups, and gradually a figure walked out of them. He had white skin and a scarlet cloak, and there was a trace of heroism between his brows.

Voldemort's smile disappeared as he felt strong pressure from the visitor.

He had only seen this kind of pressure on Dumbledore, and this man would only be stronger than Dumbledore.

Voldemort's hand shook slightly, and black light floated on his body. This was the pure power of the dark latitude. Lying on the ground, Louis found that the entire aura of the bald man in front of him had changed.

The man walked up slowly, rubbing his hands on his chest, and there was a faint red light in his palms.

Dark magic, forever without light!

Voldemort took action first. This was an extremely advanced black magic. Louis had seen it in the Dark Magic Scriptures, but the description of this magic only had four words: extremely dangerous.

The bald man chanted the spell for a very short time. Relying on the power given by the dark latitude, a large amount of dark power enveloped him, sprayed out from the wand, and turned into a black ball covering the surroundings of the man.

After using this spell, Voldemort almost collapsed to the ground from exhaustion, but fortunately Perkins and Greyback supported him.

He is extremely confident in this spell. There is almost no chance of survival for a wizard who is shrouded in eternal catastrophe. However, this spell will absorb a lot of vitality from the caster.

"Master, master, are you okay?"

"It doesn't matter to me." Voldemort dismissed the Death Eaters who were surrounding him. "How is that man?"

The black ball of light was floating steadily, and suddenly the whole ball started to shake, and the full red color came out through the ball.

"Ah this..."

In the stunned eyes of everyone, cracks appeared in the black ball of light, and a stream of blood rushed out from the inside. The ball could no longer support this power and shattered.

"I have to admit that the power of the dark latitude has indeed made you stronger, but it's a pity."

"The purpose of my coming today is just to take them away."

The wizard, glowing with blood, used the power he had accumulated for a long time in his hand. The bloody beam of light hit a Death Eater in front of Voldemort. The aftermath of the powerful power sent all the wizards on the opposite side flying away.

The Death Eater who was hit by the bloody light instantly turned into a pool of blood under his shocked expression.

Vampire magic, blood sacrifice!

"You're finally here." Louis spat, rolling his eyes at the man in front of him who had just finished a wave of operations.

"You little guy." The man shook his head, "It seems you know everything?"

"How could I not know that you placed a restriction in my body?"

Louis was not polite to him. Ever since he tricked him into getting the Hogwarts inheritance, he knew that this guy had no good intentions.

That's right, the one who came to rescue them was Dracula, the former overlord of the Forbidden Forest and the only pure-blood vampire in the world.

"I'm just worried that something might happen to you, the inheritor." Dracula spread his hands, "If you die before you are fully fledged, then the inheritance will be in vain."

"You're just dead." Louis stood up from the ground. His mood had only relaxed since Dracula came out.

"By the way, I was hit by the killing curse just now. Why is it okay? And I didn't see you coming out to help me at that time..."

"At that time, you were not protected by that little girl." Dracula nuzzled towards Elise, "The super ghost soul species not only has a positioning effect, but can also help you block a fatal spell."

"However, a super ghost can only have one chance to be reborn as a soul. This is like a membrane among you humans. You have to be responsible to others..."

Dracula showed a slightly lewd smile, causing Louis to glare at it fiercely.

"You're an old man. You can't speak seriously. You're a vampire over a thousand years old."

This soul seed was something Lewis didn't expect, but it was probably secretly planted during the "intimate contact" after the last separation.

"Tch, it's boring."

Dracula curled his lips and pulled them over. This was Harry's first time seeing a vampire, but he had dealt with this one before in the bloody rain of bats last year.

Elise had passed out, perhaps out of strength, and Natasha regained control of her body. She knew that Elise was helping Louis, but she was still a little frightened by the surrounding environment.

She hid behind Louis and stared at the somewhat ferocious-looking vampire in fear.

"So, how do we go back?"

"Leave it to me." Dracula spread his hands, and then with a wave of his hand, he exploded a space wormhole.

"Take this trophy." Dracula threw the Triwizard Cup to Harry, "When you go back, remember to tell Dumbledore the truth."

"It's not convenient for me to show up, so..."

Before it finished speaking, it heard a burst of air, and Voldemort pointed his wand at Dracula. But the curse didn't hit, and was deflected slightly by the vampire, scattering into the sculpture.

One side of the sculpture was exploded, flying in all directions. Dracula tilted his head slightly, and in an instant he was in front of Voldemort.

"It seems that you still don't give up. It's time to teach you a lesson." Dracula put a hand on Voldemort's chest. For the first time, fear appeared in the bald eyes. He knew that this vampire was definitely capable of killing him. Death Shrouded in his heart, this was also the thing he feared the most.

The hand pressing on Voldemort's chest lit up, and he suddenly felt pain all over his body. It was pain coming from his blood vessels, and he directly knelt the murderous demon to the ground.

"ah!"

Voldemort's shrill screams resounded through the cemetery. This was the first time Louis saw Voldemort suffering. In the face of absolute strength, any spell lost its effectiveness.

"Let's go back."

Dracula didn't care about Voldemort at all. He led several children and took the Triwizard Cup into the space wormhole and left Little Hangleton, leaving Voldemort and others to fend for themselves. .