Professor The Vampire Earl of Hogwarts

One step out, change the world!

The scene behind the curtain is the same as last time. The first thing that catches the eye is a large sea of ​​flowers with umbrella shape, curly petals and no leaves.

Countless manjusawa spread all over the dark earth, and the red petals were like waves.

The sky was dark gray, there was no sun in the sky, and a faint light came from nowhere, and a gloomy world appeared before my eyes.

At the end of the sea of ​​flowers, there are towering peaks stretching one after another. A tall figure sits on a throne of bones. A dark cloak hangs down behind him, and countless phantoms in the shape of skulls are piled up on the hem of the cloak.

However, what is different from what I saw the first time is that at this moment, the densely packed skulls on the death cloak are screaming in pain, and countless black flocculent energy is spit out from the skull's mouth, connecting to the void leading to nowhere among.

Feeling the continuous power fluctuations from the Grim Reaper spreading to the outside world, Dracula's mouth curled into a smile.

He knew that Dumbledore and Grindelwald had successfully completed their respective tasks.

"Then, leave it to me."

Dracula took a few steps forward slowly, playing with the Elder Wand he had snatched from Dumbledore with a disarming spell.

This wand only recognizes the strong, if it doesn't do so, it can't exert its true power, so Dracula and Dumbledore played a fake match that is not so fake - Dumbledore, who has already passed his prime, The total amount of its magic power is already a bit behind Dracula, so the handover ceremony of the Elder Wand went smoothly.

This time, Dracula, wearing an invisibility cloak, went all the way to the throne of bones, and the god of death sitting on the throne of bones suddenly raised his head, revealing a pair of dark gray eyes without any focus.

"who is it?!"

With almost no flesh and blood, his mouth and face made of dry skin and bones opened and closed, and he asked in a hoarse voice.

"It's been a while, Mister Death." Dracula chuckled, and said casually under the cover of the invisibility cloak, "I'm here to pay back the debt that was driven away by your embarrassment last time."

The dark gray eyes of the god of death were stained with blackness, staring at the place where the sound came from.

"It's you! The blood kid from last time." He said coldly, "You really picked a good time. It seems that you have made a lot of preparations. You can even find my invisibility cloak... Wait! "

In Death's cold voice, his tough confidence suddenly wavered a little, "You actually gathered all those three things?"

"Are you scared?" Dracula asked playfully as he twirled the Elder Wand between his fingers.

"Afraid?" Grim Reaper let out a laugh like gold and iron colliding, "You may not understand the gap between us. The lives in our world and I have never been on the same level. This is far from Those few little things of yours can make up for it!"

"Really?" Hearing Death's strong announcement, Dracula raised the corners of his lips with interest, "Then why are you in a hurry? Since the gap between us is so big, shouldn't you just let me beat you without moving?" Is it right?"

The glint of fire flickered in Death's gloomy eyes.

"Strigoi, you are provoking me." He said coldly.

"Didn't you say that we are not on the same level?" Dracula chuckled, "If the gap is really as big as you said, no matter what I do, you won't get any harm... Or, are you on the same level? bluff?"

Death's voice froze.

The dark sky became even lower than before, thick black clouds piled up thickly, and an ugly face that looked like a god of death looked down in Dracula's direction.

The blood-colored river among the countless surrounding mountains surged rapidly, and rows of huge waves exuding a stench came and fell one after another, carrying countless ferocious skeletons to break free from the cage, and the rough skeletons wrapped in chains almost touched the sky. faces intertwined.

The heavy pressure was all on Dracula's body, as if there was a world's weight, which made it almost impossible to breathe.

"Tsk, you stingy guy, you can't take any jokes." Dracula frowned, then shook his head with a sneer.

A pair of dark, wide wings supported by several sharp bones spread out behind him, and Dracula slowly flew into the air under the weight of a world.

The invisibility cloak did not know when it restrained the effect of invisibility, and it turned into fluid and covered Dracula's skin, sharing the oppression of the whole world and resisting the erosion all the time;

The resurrection stone flashes rhythmically on the ring, and gradually turns into the same color as Dracula's wine-red eyes, guarding his thoughts and spiritual stability;

Dracula swung the Elder Wand slowly and steadily, drawing a circle around him—

A round of full moon quietly emerged in the world that was about to fall into darkness completely, casting a touch of silver light on the dark clouds covering the sky and the scarlet river sweeping across the earth.

Dracula lifted off slowly in the light of the full moon, his silver hair fluttering without wind, his pitch-black wings covered half of the moonlight, casting a deep and lonely shadow on the blood-stained ground.

A stream of silky and smooth blood flowed behind the wings, turning into a bright red stream, circling a graceful arc in the dark moonlight, and flowing in the direction where Dracula's slender fingers passed.

The blood-colored satin-like stream flows and swirls non-stop, and the full moon floats quietly... confronting the dark clouds and the scarlet river water of this world.

Before Dracula's magic was fully formed, the dark clouds and the scarlet river had already pressed down heavily like mountains... Not just like mountains, but thirteen mountains covered with bones really pressed down!

"Boom—"

The blood-colored stream crashes into the scarlet river, the bright full moon shines on the dark clouds, and Dracula raises one hand to support the overlapping mountain peaks...

Although the size and momentum of Dracula and Reaper's spells seem to be completely out of proportion, the situation of the two parties is strangely deadlocked——

The overlapping mountains are stagnant, the streams and rivers are no longer flowing, the dark clouds are no longer rolling, and even the light from the full moon has stopped halfway, no longer illuminating a tiny bit more!

"What did you do?" Death's hoarse voice sounded in the dark where the moonlight did not shine, the voice was mixed with astonishment and incomprehension, "Why is my power suddenly out of control?"

Dracula smiled softly.

He let go of his left hand holding the mountain, flapped his wings lightly, and flew around the still bloody stream and flew to the other side of the full moon.

The chaotic environment that was originally emitting bursts of roaring sounds has now become silent, as if all sounds have been lost in an instant, and any medium for sound transmission has been cut off. The silence is terrifying.

"When I first came to this world, I was actually thinking about one thing..."

Dracula's voice resounded in the silence. There was no echo, but it was extraordinarily loud and piercing.

"I'm thinking, since it's also dark, can I use the energy here instead?" He said calmly.

"I once asked a friend to do an experiment to determine the difference between several different dark energies—it turns out that there is no difference. In other words, all darkness comes from the same source."

"Not long after, I learned that there is still such a world of death."

"The conclusion is obvious. This is the source of all the darkness in the world. Since I can control the dark energy in this world, I should also be able to control the dark energy here..."

"When the three Deathly Hallows eliminate the authority interference of this world for me, then the darkness here should be divided into half for me!"

Dracula suddenly raised his hand and snapped his fingers——

The Red River flows upside down, the mountains return, and the clouds recede!

In almost an instant, he took over half of the God of Death's control over the world, driving the original attack on himself, and giving it back to the God of Death on the throne of bones!

The god of death never thought that such a scene would happen. Caught off guard, together with his throne, he was crushed down by thirteen mountains.

Under the violent impact, a huge crack opened on the entire ground, tearing open a canyon of ten thousand feet, and there seemed to be scarlet waves rushing in the depths of the canyon.

"How did you... how did you manage to control the power of this world in a short period of time?" The Throne of Bones rose from the bottom of the scarlet canyon, and Death sat on the throne, asking a little embarrassed.

"Maybe you don't believe it, but I have used this power many times." Dracula smiled happily, thinking back to the imprint in his eerie wooden wand that could control darkness.

"But so what?" Death said hoarsely, "You can take half of the world's power at most, and at most you can coexist with me here... I see what else you can do with me!"

"Wrong!" Dracula's smile became more playful, "Did you forget, Mister Death? Before I entered this world, you lent your power to two living wizards!"

Death's gray eyes suddenly shrank.

He hurriedly drove the countless skulls at the hem of the cloak, trying to cut off their connection with the power of the outside world.

"Don't struggle, Mister Death, it's not so easy to take back the borrowed power." Dracula said with a smile, "Especially now that you have been deprived of half of your power by me, it will be extremely slow if you want to forcibly take it back." .”

"Those two guys are a bit bad, but it cannot be denied that they are both extremely outstanding and powerful wizards, and they can be undisputedly ranked among the top few in the history of the entire wizarding world."

"How can they easily return the strength they borrowed to you?"

Dracula chuckled and waved to Death.

"Farewell, Mister Death."

A force so powerful that it cannot be added, carrying the power of half the world, crushed the god of death.

The Grim Reaper tried to mobilize the power he still had in his body to resist, but in the end he couldn't match the power gap with Dracula... Gradually, the Grim Reaper's power seemed to be slowly crushed by a millstone, getting weaker and weaker.

Under the ebb and flow, Dracula's coercion became stronger and stronger.

Dracula gradually realized what the so-called "Grim Reaper" was - it was just a dark creature capable of controlling dark energy.

When Reaper saw Dracula for the first time, he hated his identity as a blood-because as the purest dark creature, Dracula was almost the only one who had the opportunity to control the dark energy here.

Death felt a strong threat from Dracula.

As for Haierbo and Slytherin who originally wanted to replace the God of Death, their wish was actually wishful thinking from the very beginning... If they were not born with darkness, they would not be able to control the energy here, and they would not be able to truly become the God of Death.

The figure on the Throne of Bones turned into tiny dark spots of light, which were crushed and crushed into powder. The space quickly lost any signs of the existence of this "Death God".

The skulls on his cloak fled in all directions, jumped into the scarlet river, and merged with those countless skeletons; the spliced ​​bones on the Throne of Bones struggled desperately, and seemed to want to go with those skulls.

Dracula waved his hand, allowing the skeletons to return to their original state and jump into the river.

Afterwards, he walked slowly into the sea of ​​Bianhua flowers, looking at the land that had been restored to its original state after a great battle in a blink of an eye, and the dark gray gloomy sky.

"It seems to be over?"

It is indeed over.

Dracula let out a long sigh.

The previous god of death completely lost his imprint on this world, and now the person who actually controls this world of death is Dracula.

Dracula felt the endless dark energy around him, like the magic power in his body; the mountains, rivers, ground and even the sky around him seemed to be able to change in a single thought.

With a thought, Dracula habitually snapped his fingers——

The entire vast world suddenly changed. The scarlet river and countless skeletons merged into a large lake. Thirteen mountains like knives and swords turned into a castle standing beside the scarlet lake. There was a small room in the castle. There are a few Bana flowers on the window sill...

Dracula appeared in the room, sitting behind a desk, reclining comfortably in a soft armchair.

"After living for so many years, the most comfortable place is such a Hogwarts office." He closed his eyes and murmured softly.

He snapped his fingers again.

The power originally lent to Voldemort and Hai Erbo was forcibly taken back. Through the connection between this power and the present world, Dracula saw the funny look of panic when Voldemort and Hai Erbo suddenly lost their power.

He also saw that although Dumbledore and Grindelwald were surprised for a moment, they each seized the opportunity to successfully take down Voldemort and Haierbo.

Voldemort's soul was even weaker than the Horcrux Riddle, he was absorbed and merged by the Horcrux he made, and lost consciousness; Haierbo's scepter was burned by Fiendfire, and Andros took the opportunity to use the Patronus to completely annihilate his fragile soul ...

Up to now, the plan to replace the god of death can be regarded as a complete success.

Dracula retracted his gaze, and took out an exquisite hourglass that was light gold in color and hung on a gold necklace from his pocket.

"It's really troublesome, I have to go back there."

He looked at his eerie wooden wand with an inexplicable expression.

……

……