Professor The Vampire Earl of Hogwarts

On the plain where Stonehenge is located, the crowds of the two sides have come into contact in the blink of an eye.

At this moment, many huge rocks that fell on the ground suddenly moved.

With loud roars and earthquake-like tremors, one giant after another staggered up from the ground, wielding sticks in their hands that were longer than the combined heights of several wizards present.

"Hahahaha... Gorgomat, did you see that? There are many Aurors outside who have persecuted your race!" Voldemort laughed loudly, and said to the tall giant leader beside him, "Take your giant subordinates to get rid of them." them!"

The giant, whose body was almost as large as the tallest boulder, grinned cruelly, and rushed out first, brandishing a club.

As the giants stepped heavily, the ground roared violently one after another, and the wizards in the distance seemed to be standing on a trampoline, almost unable to control their movements, and fell down on their backs.

"Grop, can you stop those big guys for a while?" Hagrid turned his head worriedly, and glanced at his half-brother, "Don't be too forceful, just block it a little bit."

Originally, Hagrid's height of more than ten feet (3.5 meters) was almost twice that of an ordinary person, but compared with his younger brother Grop beside him, Hagrid had become much shorter.

However, compared with those giants as tall as Stonehenge, Gropp looked like a dwarf.

Gropp didn't know whether he had no fear or wanted to make his "short" brother happy. He patted his chest and roared angrily towards the group of big guys who were at least a few heads taller than him.

"Don't let Gropp fight alone, let's cover him together!" Nymphadora Tonks in the crowd saw this scene and shouted loudly to the surrounding Aurors.

As her words fell, a swarm of colorful spells shot at the giant's rough skin.

But their offensive did not have any effect.

Even without obvious magical abilities, giants are very powerful magical creatures - they possess raw strength proportional to their amazing size, and their rough skin can resist most wizards' spells, sometimes even stronger than the scales of dragons. More resistant to beating.

"A bunch of idiots, hit them in the eyes!" Alastor Moody shouted angrily. "Have you learned Defense Against the Dark Arts for nothing?"

The nearby Aurors wanted to say that when they were studying at Hogwarts, they didn't have such a reliable Defense Against the Dark Arts professor like Dracula, and their defense was indeed for nothing...

But now is clearly not the time to discuss such matters.

The young Aurors began to attack the giant's eyes one after another, and gradually the spell began to work.

However, giants will not only cause trouble to the wizards brought by Dumbledore when they have combat power, even if they are stunned, they can overwhelm a small wizard with their huge size and huge weight.

"That won't work, the difference in size and strength is too great," Moody yelled, "Get some less useless Aurors, the ones that can throw these big guys aside with the Levitation Charm!"

"Instructor Moody, the Death Eaters on the opposite side are not weak, we can't get that many elite Aurors." Tonks walked over quickly, and replied anxiously.

"Then we can't just watch these things crush our heads!" Moody yelled angrily, "You keep those Death Eaters at bay, and I'll deal with these giants myself!"

"I said that during the last war, we should drive out these stupid guys, but it's a pity that old Batty didn't agree at that time, and now I have suffered a lot!"

Muttering, Moody walked up to a falling giant leaning on his cane and raised his wand.

However, before he could recite the spell, a petite figure suddenly appeared from the ranks on the ground, and kicked the fallen giant...

Moody's good eyeball widened, and even the other magic eye stiffened a little—

He saw that the giant's body seemed to violate the law of gravity, flew out in an instant, hit another giant behind him heavily, and knocked that giant to the ground as well.

"Leave these big guys with strength and nowhere to use them to us." Serena flapped her two wings, one black and one white, and waved to Moody on the ground, "You guys deal with those Death Eaters well Bar!"

High-level vampires flapped their wings and flew up, rushing towards the menacing giants.

Although not every vampire has the power of Dracula and Serena to directly fight against huge giants, but the addition of a few high-level vampires is enough to deal with one or two.

After all, the vampire clan has recuperated and recuperated for many years. Compared with the giants who have been killing each other for many years, the number is still a little more.

……

When the battle was in full swing, Dumbledore took the Horcrux Riddle to find Voldemort standing on the highest point of Stonehenge.

"Dumbledore, how dare you face me alone this time?" Voldemort stared at the figure in front of him closely, and said with a gloomy expression, "Dracula and Grindelwald won't be your helpers anymore?"

"Or, you old bastard still think I'm the old me... you think you can deal with me alone?"

Voldemort's eyes sharpened sharply, and he raised his wand: "Dumbledore, who gave you the courage!"

Dumbledore took a deep look at the wand that Voldemort was clutching tightly, and then smiled with satisfaction.

"I know, Tom, you are very strong now." He said with a chuckle, "So I am actually not alone, and I have a helper."

Voldemort's pupils shrank sharply.

He looked around nervously at first, and he was relieved after confirming that Dracula and Grindelwald were not nearby.

"Dumbledore, isn't he the helper you're talking about?" Voldemort pointed at Riddle, the Horcrux, and laughed, "Just this defective product that was split by me?"

"However, this defective product of mine... now has a more complete soul than yours." Riddle took two steps forward and looked at Voldemort, the handsome and ugly faces facing each other, "Why do you look down on me? I?"

"But you are just a defective product made by me after all!" Voldemort sneered, "I will not give you a chance to replace me!"

"Then let us wait and see." Riddle said coldly.

"Okay." Dumbledore said with a kind smile, "Since you don't like my helper, then let's see the truth... Do it!"

Voldemort stared at the Horcrux Riddle leisurely, with disdain in his eyes, obviously wanting to see what threat his Horcrux could pose to him.

next moment--

"Expelliarmus!"

The spell was not spoken from Riddle's mouth, but from behind Voldemort.

In an instant, the wand in Voldemort's hand was thrown high uncontrollably, and was caught in the hand of a person behind him.

Voldemort turned his head in disbelief, and saw Snape holding the wand that was made into a Horcrux, looking at him with hatred.

"Severus, what are you..." He had actually sensed Snape's arrival, but he focused all his attention on his front, and did not take any precautions against his most trusted subordinate at all.

"Sorry, Lord Dark Lord, I was actually the one who informed Dumbledore of this stronghold." Snape's lips trembled, but his tone was extremely cold, "I'm also the undercover agent you've been looking for!"

"This is impossible... You used the Killing Curse on Dumbledore, why did he dare to believe you?!" Voldemort roared angrily.

He tried to use wandless casting to regain the wand in Snape's hand, but another powerful force stopped Snape.

"Don't you understand, Tom?" Dumbledore stepped forward and said calmly, "Because I asked Severus to use the Killing Curse that time...I disappointed you, who said Is there only one helper for me?"

Voldemort was about to burst into tears, and the anger in his eyes seemed to be gushing out.

Voldemort couldn't believe that his most trusted men had betrayed him, and joined forces with his completely rebellious Horcruxes and his greatest enemy to surround him at the top of Stonehenge.

Looking around, there are Death Eaters and allies of the dark camp in all directions, but they are all suppressed by the people brought by Dumbledore, and no one has time to pay attention to others, let alone notice Voldemort's plight above.

The dignified Dark Lord, at this moment, is like a loner.

"Hehehehe... so what if I'm the only one!" Voldemort laughed angrily, and looked at the three people around him madly, "Don't think that the combination of three people can make you succeed!"

Two groups of pitch-black flames suddenly burned in his eyes.

……

On the other side, in the secret realm of Mount Olympus.

The towering and majestic Mount Olympus turned upside down and hung far above the sky.

Under the overhanging Mount Olympus is a majestic and elegant building, with a strong ancient Greek style, standing on a flat land like water.

In addition, there is a silver giant as high as Mount Olympus, which seems to connect the sky and the earth, standing beside the building.

"Are you the wizard that Dracula introduced to help me?"

Standing beside Grindelwald, a tall man with bare shoulders in a white dress similar to a wrap robe looked at Grindelwald with a suspicious expression.

"Did you come early? To tell you the truth, I don't need any help right now." Andros said, "Dracula helped me eliminate Hai Erbo not long ago, and now he is still recovering. Let there be no more surprises, it will be years before he recovers."

"Is that so?" Grindelwald raised the corner of his mouth high, "but what if I need him to recover now?"

"Wait, don't mess around!" Andros was taken aback, "I managed to wait for a little rest time, there is no need to continue fighting with Hai Erbo during the rest; besides, whether he recovers or not It's not up to you..."

Before Andros finished speaking, he saw Grindelwald take out a simple scepter from behind.

The next moment, the dark energy lurking in the entire secret realm suddenly fluctuated, and Andros' huge patron saint was slightly dimmed by the sudden shock of manic energy.

"This...what is this thing in your hand?" Andros asked in shock, "Why did Hai Erbo, who is recuperating, be alarmed like this?"

"You'll know in a while." Grindelwald smiled and looked into the depths of the ancient Greek building.

A moment later, an illusory soul body with indeterminate brightness emerged from the shadows and flew towards Andros and Grindelwald.

The expression on his face was extremely horrified, anxious, and even panicked.

"Tell me, where did you get this scepter?!" Haierbo asked Grindelwald in panic, "Give it back to me, we can discuss what conditions you have!"

"Is everything negotiable?" Grindelwald smiled playfully.

"Yes, everything is negotiable!" Hai Erbo nodded heavily, "As long as you return it to me."

Seeing Haierbo's panicked expression, Andros fully understood what the scepter represented.

"You can't give it to him!" He hurriedly dissuaded, "Aren't you on the side of Dracula? If the Horcrux I found so hard is returned to Haierbo, we may never be able to get rid of him..."

"Don't worry, the invincible Mr. Andros." Grindelwald chuckled, "Dracula and I have already discussed it, you don't need to talk, just watch from the side."

Then, he turned his gaze to Haierbo: "If I say, I want you to borrow the power of the God of Death, will you agree? The kind that can be borrowed to the maximum."

"It's impossible," Haierbo shook his head and said, "I will pay a huge price every time I borrow power, let alone borrowing it to the maximum... You can ask for anything else, whatever you want in my treasury Both!"

"Tsk, I'm not interested in your collection." Grindelwald's expression dropped, "Since you don't want to discuss it with me, forget it."

He spread out his palm, and a ball of black Fierce Flames instantly ignited in his palm.

"Say goodbye to your horcrux, despicable Mr. Helbo." Grindelwald blew on the scepter contemptuously.

"Wait a moment!!"

Haierbo hurriedly shouted: "Wait a minute! I promise, I promise your request, quickly put away Fiendfire!"

The corners of Grindelwald's lips curled up, and he squeezed Fiercefire, which was about to touch the scepter, between his five fingers, but he didn't let it go away.

"So, don't you need to express?" He looked at Haierbo.

Haierbo gritted his teeth, finally sighed helplessly, and closed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, there were two gloomy, pitch-black flames burning in his eyes...

……

"It's time."

In the death hall of the Department of Mysteries, Dracula watched the pointer of the pocket watch point to the Roman numeral "6", and let out a long breath.

Afterwards, he quickly put back his pocket watch, straightened the invisibility cloak on his body, and tightened his grip on the Elder Wand.

Step into the curtain floating on the stone arch.

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