Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor - Quirrell

When neither he nor Grindelwald called for anyone, the old butler opened the cell door again.Draco subconsciously had a very bad premonition, but what was even worse was that before his brain reacted, he actually looked at the old devil king—and he used his eyes for help.

After realizing what he was doing, Drake, who was still pitiful just now, immediately changed into a "kill me" expression.Grindelwald's true position is not yet clear, and it is too shameful for him to behave like this.Of course, the butler noticed the change in Draco's expression. When the Platinum Prince lowered his head depressed, the butler gave Grindelwald a fierce look.The old devil still drank his coffee in his own way, ignoring Draco and the old butler.

Malfoy Manor is not without dungeons, nor is it without dark passages, but Draco, who was playing hide-and-seek in the dark and huge underground world of the manor when he was four or five years old, felt helpless like never before in the same dark passages and fear.But he had to force himself to move his legs, and in a place where he could hardly see his fingers, only by the sound of the butler's footsteps, he stumblingly followed.Until they walked out of the ground, stepped into the corridor on the first floor, and stopped in front of a door.The door opened, and Draco was somewhat disappointed to find that of all the people present he knew no one.

Quirrell finally breathed a sigh of relief when Drake appeared.But the Mikael he was holding in his arms was really abnormal, the child was wrapped too tightly, and Quirrell couldn't even see his hair from the angle, which made him suspect that those people were What was done to Mikael.

"I want to see another little master, not through the fabric, but his face."

"Mr. Malfoy, this is the subordinate of the gentleman in England. In order to make our transaction go smoothly, and for you and your brother to return home safely, please lift the swaddling clothes a little."

Drake hesitated nervously, Grindelwald's warning to him was still in his ears, and the so-called "subordinate" Drake didn't know him, although he also felt that if the vampires knew about Mikael's situation, they would directly send him Just snatch it away, no need to go to such trouble.However, what if other third-party forces caused the current situation?The result is that Mikael's situation is exposed, because they still can't leave here, Mikael will be killed or suffer other horrific treatment.

"No." Draco shook his head, "And I don't know him, and I don't think he is under that lord."

In the past, Draco's wariness certainly made Quirrell happy, but now he is not happy at all.Fortunately, there was a black ink mark on Quirrell's left arm, and the butler saw it when he changed his clothes.However, the butler did not suspect Quirrell. The vampire who sat on the main seat and hadn't introduced himself from the beginning to now turned his head and looked at him warily.And the troubles didn't stop there. Just when Quirrell was about to explain, the restaurant was opened again, or rushed away, and a scarred vampire rushed and shouted: "There are wizards attacking!" Come in!"

"Spies!" The leader of the blood clan shouted, waving his suddenly long nails and pounced on him.The speed of this blood race is obviously much faster than the one that Quirrell met and killed, not to mention that he was still in a state where he had not transformed, so Quirrell only had time to take a step back before being thrown to the ground .He grabbed the vampire's neck, and in a hurry saw through the gap between the desk and chair that Drake was handed over to the injured vampire by the steward, and then had to turn his eyes away because he was avoiding the vampire's claws.

When he kicked off the vampire and regained his breath, Drake and Mikael were gone.And the butler said to the "leader" who was about to pounce on him again: "Dur, step back."

"Yes." The vampire, who was grinning just now and wanted to tear Quirrell apart, restrained his minions in an instant, returned to his original polite appearance, and obediently retreated behind the "butler".

"Allow me to re-introduce myself, Gerald Lesenbu, the last living prince of the blood clan."

"Nice to meet you." Quirrell was not surprised, because if the butler was really just a butler, then how could he not tell his master what he knew from Quirrell?This fake leader Dole is probably the scapegoat that Gerald threw out to appease the anger of the wizarding world after he got the miracle light.Just because of the continuous mistakes, Gerald probably realized that Quirrell had become suspicious, and it was useless to continue concealing it, so he had no choice but to disclose his identity.

"I believe that what happened outside has nothing to do with you. But for your own safety, please stay in this room obediently."

"I will." Quirrell nodded, but whether he would be honest or not, only he knew in his heart.

The vampire who was escorting Drake didn't know what had been injured before, and the hole in his shoulder was bleeding out all the time.And his face became paler and paler. Even before he reached the entrance of the dungeon, the vampire couldn't even maintain his human appearance. His hands trembled strangely, his fangs bared his lips, and his eye sockets turned into The dead man's livid, clouded blue eyes flicked to Draco's... neck now and then.

Drake felt hairy all over his body when he saw it. Although the steward had told the vampire before that he was not allowed to hurt him, a very hungry dog ​​would bite, let alone a very hungry vampire?Drake slowed down, he didn't dare to walk in front of the opponent, but the vampire also slowed down.Finally, they both stopped together.Drake turned around, the blood was no longer bleeding from the blood clan's shoulder, but it was obviously not that the blood had stopped, but that there was almost no blood to flow, and his appearance became more terrifying, his eyes turned terrible white and turned outward protruding, and the lips turned black.Drake felt that he would pounce on him at any moment!He held Mikael lower so that he wouldn't bump into his brother after being bitten.

He looked at the blood clan, waiting for that moment, and then...

"Whoosh!" The huge force Draco retreated because of his unsteady footing, and even fell to the ground, but this was not because someone jumped at him, but because some "something" rushed from his arms go out.What made him lose control was the force that kicked his chest!

Almost at the same time, white flames suddenly ignited on the head of the blood race who was still incomparably ferocious just now. Before he could even scream, he had already turned into a mass of black ash.Where his head was just now, a small red dragon flapped its wings and looked at Draco proudly.

"Mikael!" Drake hugged his younger brother in his arms and exclaimed in surprise. Of course, now is not the time to celebrate, so Drake picked up the swaddling baby on the ground again and hugged his protesting younger brother. He laid out the layout toward the castle. He ran two steps in the direction that should be the gate, and then stopped again.

This place is full of vampires, and the wizards and vampires outside have obviously started fighting.And he doesn't even have a wand, so running out with Mikael like this is definitely going to die.But of course he has to run, but he needs someone to protect him.Of course, the person who claimed to be the subordinate of the Dark Lord couldn't be relied on—afterwards, Quirrell knew that Draco thought so, and almost burst into tears—but besides him, who else could he rely on?

Drake thought of the old devil king. Although his credibility was still not high, it had to be said that now Drake could only rely on him.Get Grindelwald out!

Draco turned and ran towards the dungeon!