Professor The Vampire Earl of Hogwarts

"Hello, Mr. Black." Dracula walked up to the corpse, chuckled and looked down at his face hidden under the black hair, "It's Mr. Black, right? I'm here with you I saw the crest of House Black on my chest."

After Dracula's magical transformation, this infernal corpse has been completely different from its original appearance.

His black hair, soaked in blood, was loosely attached to his face, covering half of his cheeks.But from the image of half of his face below, one can still see his handsomeness and pride.

At this time, the skin on his body no longer showed signs of swelling caused by long-term soaking, it was a little pale, but it was very fine, and he looked like a rich young master who hadn't suffered much.

Hearing Dracula's voice, he looked up suspiciously.

"Ahem... Who are you, why are you here?" He asked a little emotionally, "Where is Kreacher? Where is Kreacher?!"

"Calm down, Mr. Black." Dracula stretched out his index finger, and a phantom of a pair of demon wings appeared on the fingertips.

The young man sitting in the blood-colored lake immediately calmed down as if a basin of cold water had been poured on him.

"I guess you need to know what time it is." Dracula couldn't help recalling the situation when he just woke up after sleeping for 100 years, so he said, "It's 1992, I don't know if it's the same time as you remember Are there any differences?"

"What?!" The black-haired young man's eyes widened immediately, "Are you kidding me? It's clearly 1979, 13 years behind the year you said!"

"It seems that you lost your life 13 years ago." Dracula smiled, "Take a good look at the surrounding environment, Mr. Black. This is no longer where you were before you died. I put you Saved it!"

Hearing Dracula's appalling words, the black-haired young man subconsciously turned his head and looked at everything around him blankly, with extremely confused emotions appearing in his eyes.

"I... I remember, I should be in a very dark cave... dragged into the water by countless ghost corpses..." He murmured, "Yeah... I should really be dead It's..."

Seeing that some of the young man's memories were still there, Dracula nodded with satisfaction.

He casually sat down backwards, and the blood-colored lake surged up at the same time, forming a ruby-like crystal-clear seat under him.

"Mr. Black, tell us about your story." Dracula sat on the seat, crossed his legs leisurely, with an expression of listening attentively.

"My name is Regulus Arcturus Black." The black-haired young man said plainly, "I don't remember much about the past, I just remember that I used to be a foodie. Dead Apostles."

He didn't know why, but he didn't want to resist the silver-haired man from the bottom of his heart.

"It can be seen that you are a Death Eater." Dracula raised his eyes slightly, "I am more curious about why you, as a core Death Eater with the Dark Mark, were killed by Voldemort , and even cruelly made it into a corpse?"

"I don't know if I was made into a ghost, but I was not killed by the Dark Lord himself." The young man named Regulus Black said blankly, "I remember it very clearly , I voluntarily went to die."

"I have discovered the secret of the Dark Lord's immortality, a secret that no other Death Eater has ever known."

"Horcruxes, right?" Dracula said with interest.

Surprise finally appeared on Regulus's face, and he looked back at Dracula.

"Yes, it is indeed a horcrux. I have learned about this evil thing from the family's black art collection." He said softly, "In order to prevent the eternal life of the Dark Lord, I voluntarily entered the traps he set up, and took Take his Horcrux."

"Wait a minute!" Serena came to the side of the two at some point, and frowned inexplicably, "You should be a trusted subordinate of the Dark Lord, right? Why would you want to destroy his plan?" What about eternal life?"

While speaking, Serena glanced at Dracula, pointed to the chair he was sitting on, and pointed to behind herself.

Dracula laughed, waved his hands casually, and conjured up a ruby ​​chair of the same style for Serena.

"The Dark Lord...he...his usual methods are too cruel, he doesn't care about anyone but him!" Regulus closed his eyes in pain, as if recalling his life as a Death Eater Experience, "But I was only hesitant at first, and I didn't actually want to betray him."

"Until one day, the Dark Lord asked me for a house-elf to use as an experiment. I recommended Kreacher." Having said that, Regulus showed an extremely sad and resentful expression, "I told Kreacher, I must To do what the Dark Lord asked him to do, and go home."

"Kreacher is full of my orders, because I want him to go home, so he can use his last energy in despair to use the unique apparition of house-elves to pierce the Dark Lord's counter-curse. Back to the Blacks."

Bloody tears flowed from Regulus' eyes.

His body was not completely out of the scope of the corpse, so he didn't have tears at all.These tears are the blood Dracula used to repair his organs.

"I actually pushed Kreacher into the center of pain and the brink of death with my own hands." He said emotionally, with tears streaming down his face, "Kreacher is my best partner, who has been by my side since I was born. Family! And I pushed him into the flames with my own hands!"

"Don't get too excited, Mr. Black. Calm down first." Dracula raised his hand, interrupting Regulus' grief, "If you get so excited again, maybe the organ I just repaired It will break again, and I'm not going to fix it for you again."

It's not that it can't be repaired, it's just that Dracula hates repetitive work the most.

"Thank you, I will pay attention." Regulus raised his hand and wiped away the blood red tears.

"Kreacher didn't tell me what he went through when he got home." After a while, he continued, "But I found clues from Kreacher's frightened expression and his weak body. So I ordered Kreacher, let him tell me exactly what happened before."

"After learning about the evilness of the Dark Lord, I felt very angry, so I asked Kreacher to take me to the cave where the Dark Lord took him."

"It wasn't until that time that I finally found out that the Dark Lord wanted to use Horcruxes to obtain eternal life." Regulus' mood became a little resentful again, "He is such a person, even the closest subordinates will not Care, he doesn't deserve eternal life!"

"So I went back home and got someone to make a locket that was almost exactly like the Dark Lord's Horcrux. Then I asked Kreacher to take me again to the cave where he kept the Horcrux."

"I personally drank the poison he prepared, and took away the Dark Lord's Horcrux."

Regulus fell silent, and the air fell into silence for a moment.

"So... you knew you were going to die from that moment on?" Dracula asked after a while.

"Yes. But I am willing to die." Regulus said, "I should be the only one besides the Dark Lord who knows about Horcruxes, and this has become my mission."

"If the Dark Lord really rules the whole world, there will be no happiness in the world. Even the Black family will eventually be reduced to black dogs at his mercy. What's more, the Dark Lord will find out sooner or later. The Horcrux has been exchanged, he will definitely not let me go, and I will even implicate the entire family."

"So I can only die. This is my best ending. My parents and family members don't know anything. As long as Voldemort doesn't want to expose the fact of the Horcrux, he will not implicate the powerful Black family for no reason. "

The air was quiet again.

Suddenly, a seat rose from the lake water, supporting Regulus' body still submerged in the lake water.

This seat is identical to the ruby-shaped seat beneath both Dracula and Serena.

"You are a hero, Mr. Black." Dracula stood up and patted Regulus on the shoulder emotionally, "I never thought that a corpse that was resurrected casually would bring such a Wonderful story."

At the beginning, I was interested in Regulus, the infernal corpse, only because he was the only fish that slipped through the net in that war.This made Dracula feel very embarrassed, so he wanted to study the reason.

Later, when he found the crest of the Black family on Regulus and the Dark Mark on the inside of his left arm, he was curious, wondering why such a Death Eater, who obviously had a high status, was killed by Voldemort. Crafted into a corpse.

So Dracula "resurrected" Regulus, wanting to have some fun with what memories he might have left.

However, he did not expect that such a humble ghost would bring such a touching story.

Dracula, who was looking for fun, was moved instead, and he felt a little ashamed.

He turned his head and glanced at Serena secretly, only to find that she was burying her face in her hands, and her shoulders were twitching.

"Little Serena was moved to tears?" Dracula raised the corners of his mouth, rubbed Serena's hair with a light smile, and messed up the part of her head where the black and white hair colors meet.

Dracula compared his performance with Serena's, and immediately felt no shame. "Not at all!" Selina murmured from between her two hands.

She shook her head in resistance, trying to shake Dracula's hand off, but failed.

"Mr. Black, you should stay here for the time being." Dracula gently smoothed Serena's hair, and at the same time turned to look at Regulus, and said to him, "You are no longer It’s a wizard, at best it’s a special kind of corpse, a kind of dark creature.”

"The blood lake here has a very good nourishing effect on dark creatures. You should stay here for a few more days and try to rest the organs in your body that have long ceased to function."

"Cherish this opportunity, few people can enter this lake of blood!"

Pulling up the teary-eyed Serena, Dracula was going to find something else to divert his attention.How could the indifferent and ruthless Earl be moved by a young man?

"Wait a moment!"

Before taking a few steps, Dracula was stopped by Regulus behind him.

Dracula stopped and looked back at him.

"Sir, I still don't know your name." Regulus seemed to have finally recovered from his excitement, and stood up from the ruby-like seat.

He straightened his faded robe to make it look more decent.

"You rescued me from a crowd of ghosts, and even helped me find the memory of my life, which is tantamount to the grace of reinvention." He bowed deeply to Dracula, "This kindness I will definitely find an opportunity to repay you in the future."

"You can call me Dracula." Looking at the solemn Regulus, Dracula also turned around and looked at him, "As for the grace of regeneration, I don't need to mention it. I don't have any good intentions, I just want to have some fun for myself."

"No matter what your original intention for saving me is, it's a kindness for me!" Regulus said solemnly, "Members of the Black family will not ignore the kindness of others."

Then, he became a little embarrassed,

"Besides, I actually have another unfeeling request..."

"Tell me." Dracula said with interest.

"I want to see Kreacher. I don't know if he has obeyed my order to find a way to destroy the Horcrux of the Dark Lord." Regulus said softly, "I don't know that he has been here for the past 13 years without me. What's going on, what's going on with my family..."

"I also want to ask you what the outside world is like now."

"I don't know if the Dark Lord was defeated by Dumbledore, or if the wizarding world was really ruled by him...I lost my wand, and I couldn't even feel the magic power in my body, so I don't know what to do." How to get out of here..."

Seeing his serious expression, Dracula nodded silently.

"Just 11 years ago, the Dark Lord failed," he said, "but not at the hands of Dumbledore, but at the hands of a baby."

Regulus showed an extremely astonished expression.

"Don't question me yet." Dracula raised his hand and stopped his doubts. "You will know these things naturally after you go out. This is something that everyone in the magic world knows."

"As for finding your house-elf..."

"No problem, I can take you there myself!"

Dracula didn't intend to ignore Regulus' request at first, because the body of this infernal corpse was far from being fully repaired, and Dracula was too lazy to help him repair it again.

But when he heard Regulus talking about Horcruxes, he suddenly became a little interested.

Since Voldemort was not completely killed under his own death curse 11 years ago, nor was he completely annihilated in Dracula's bloody water prison some time ago, it means that he still has at least one Horcrux in the world .

In other words, the house-elf in Regulus's family probably didn't find a way to destroy the Horcrux.

Dracula suddenly realized that he had a chance to get Voldemort's Horcrux.He has long wanted to study such rare things as Horcruxes!

So Dracula agreed to Regulus' request without hesitation.

"Selina, you stay here to look after the house, you must take good care of the castle!" He looked at Serena and said to her, "I'll take Mr. Black home to have a look."

At this time, Serena hadn't recovered from the state of being moved, and her expression was blank.

She watched Dracula ask the location of Blake's house, and then a dark moon flashed, and the two disappeared in place.

It wasn't until Serena realized that she was once again thrown into the castle by Dracula to be the housekeeper, while Dracula himself continued to be his shopkeeper!

"Ahhh—how can there be such a hateful vampire!"

Serena stamped her feet angrily, then spread her black and white wings and flew back to her room sulking.

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England, London, Borough of Inslington.

A round of dark moon suddenly appeared in a small square, and Dracula and Regulus stood on a barren and messy grass in the center of the square.

The houses around the small square looked gloomy, as if they were thousands of miles away from people.Some houses had broken windows that glared dismally in the streetlights, many had peeling paint on the doors and several had litter piled on the front steps.

"I didn't come to the wrong place, did the Black family live here?" Dracula looked at Regulus next to him, and asked with some doubts, "I feel that this kind of place is more suitable for vampires and ghouls to live in." .”

"It is indeed here, but it seems that this area has not been taken care of for a long time." Regulus looked around, with a hint of bad emotion in his eyes.

He was the first to step out of the unkempt grass, across the road, and onto the sidewalk, looking at the spooky array of doors and windows.

"Mr. Dracula, please remember an address - No. 12, Grimmauld Place." Seeing Dracula following, Regulus turned to him and said.

"I understand, the Loyalty Curse, right?" Dracula nodded with a chuckle.

As Dracula memorized the address "12 Grimmauld Place", a tattered door appeared out of nowhere between numbers 11 and 13.

Then came the grubby walls and grim windows, making it look like an extra house had suddenly inflated and pushed everything out on either side.

Seeing the interested expression on Dracula's face, Regulus couldn't help showing a proud expression.

"Mr. Dracula, this way please." He stretched out his hand to the door of No. 12.

The door in front of me looked very old, with the black paint peeling off and scratches on the left and right.The silver door knocker was in the shape of a large coiled snake.

There is no keyhole in the door, and it seems that the door can only be opened by magic.

Regulus walked to the door with extremely complicated emotions on his face.

Afterwards, he took a deep breath and mustered up the courage to press the doorbell...

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