"Dracula, what's that look on your face?"

Seeing Dracula's expression of utter indifference, having lost all patience, Voldemort panicked.

The black smoke he turned into was like a madness, repeatedly rushing into the blood-colored water prison, not caring about the pain of being corroded and melted by the blood, only hoping to break through this impregnable cage and escape from the hands of this demon.

Dracula watched this scene indifferently, and his five fingers suddenly closed.

The next moment, the water prison tightened, completely covering the black smoke that Voldemort had turned into, gradually eroding, compressing, and extinguishing.

"Why...... I don't believe anyone would have any interest in eternal life! Voldemort's desperate voice came from the bloody dungeon.

Dracula's wings flickered, and he floated to the front of him.

"Do you want to open your eyes and see who you're trying to talk to about eternal life?" He whispered.

The shadow of the dark moon behind him had not completely dissipated, reflecting Dracula's figure in a slender silhouette, leaving only a pair of burgundy pupils to glow, and a pair of sharp side teeth radiating a chilling light on his lips.

Voldemort's eyes widened and he came to his senses.

Now everything makes sense-

A powerful wizard suddenly appeared in the wizarding world, and his body still exuded a dark aura; Dumbledore left Quirrell behind and suddenly hired a new Defence Against the Dark Arts professor; Apparition in Hogwarts Castle, a strange trait that is not restricted by the Reverse Spell......

"The legendary vampire count ......," Voldemort's angry voice faintly emanated from the bloody water dungeon.

Immediately, the blood-colored water suddenly gathered, and there was no longer the slightest gap.

The black smoke that Voldemort had turned into was completely extinguished, and there was not a trace of it!

The light of the dark moon slowly dissipated, and the sky above the Forbidden Forest became quiet, except for the occasional distant chirping of deer and birds......

Dracula swept away the river of blood and suspended silently in the air, looking thoughtful.

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When Dracula returned to the fourth-floor enclosed area at Hogwarts Castle, he saw a chaotic scene.

In the hallway, Madam Pomfrey in the school infirmary was using her wand to control a stretcher on which was an unconscious Harry, with Hermione sobbing and following along.

At the entrance outside the trapdoor, Hagrid was holding a three-headed dog about his size, Louwe, weeping bitterly.

The stocky Professor Sprout stood by, trying to tiptoe, scrutinizing the three-headed dog's round eyes, hoping to find the right herb to treat it.

"Relax, Hagrid, it's not dead." Professor Sprout couldn't stand Hagrid's loud cry and covered his ears and comforted, "Curses like this that alter the state of the body can be treated with a mandrake recovery potion. ”

Dracula walked around the two of them, walked behind the three-headed dog, and jumped into the open trapdoor.

The devil's net beneath the trapdoor had been put away by Professor Sprout, leaving an empty, hard floor.

'If Potter, Weasley, and Granger try to jump in again, I'm afraid they'll be thrown half to death, and how can they make it to the last level?' ’

Falling lightly to the ground, Dracula thought to himself.

The next two levels feature the winged key set up by Professor Flitsch, and the large wizarding chess board that Professor McGonagall has made with Transfiguration.

Professor Flitwick had just packed up the winged keys and was now clearing the stone ruins of the Great Wizard's Chess Piece by himself.

Dracula nodded to Professor Flitwick and continued walking.

Passing by the corpses of two trolls that had been cleaned by Quirrell, and through the extinguished flame door, he soon came to the last room where the Mirror of Eris was.

The last room was very lively-

"Albus, you already knew that Voldemort's soul lurked in our school?!"

As soon as he entered, Dracula heard Professor McGonagall's suppressed anger.

Professor McGonagall pursed her lips tightly, her face full of seriousness, extremely dissatisfied with Dumbledore's concealment of all kinds of extremely important things, and loudly accused him of misconduct that put the entire Hogwarts students in danger.

Dumbledore stood honestly in front of her, his face wrinkled with helplessness written on it, his eyes glancing around, and his expression was as lively as a student listening to Professor McGonagall's lectures.

Seeing Dracula walk in through the door, Dumbledore greeted him as if he had met a savior, leaving Professor McGonagall behind.

"It's been such a pleasure to see you at this time, Professor Dracula." He said with a spring breeze on his face, "How about it, have you dealt with Voldemort?" ”

Hearing Dumbledore's name, Professor McGonagall subconsciously gasped, leaned over with a solemn face, and looked at Dracula with inquiring eyes.

"Theoretically solved." Dracula whispered, "His soul has been completely wiped out, and there is not even a trace of ashes left. ”

"If there's not even ash left, why do you say 'theoretically'?" Professor McGonagall asked, puzzled.

"Because I always feel like he's alive." Dracula glanced at her, "Even if this soul body is annihilated, it is possible that he will be reborn elsewhere. ”

Dracula and Dumbledore glanced at each other, and both saw the words that flashed in each other's eyes—

"Horcrux"!

According to Dracula and Dumbledore, they both knew that as long as they had at least one Horcrux, the Maker's soul would remain in the world. Therefore, even if one's body is attacked or destroyed, the owner of the Horcrux will not die, because the soul in the Horcrux remains undamaged.

So this time, the black smoke that Voldemort turned into was wiped out by Dracula, but his soul was not completely annihilated. At best, he had been weakened to an unusually weak level, beaten back to the state he had been in eleven years earlier when he had been hit by his own rebounding requisitioning spell.

This form of survival is worse than a ghost, weaker than the humblest geist.

But he is still alive after all, and there is still a possibility of a comeback.

The air froze for a moment.

Dumbledore was silent, contemplating a solution to Voldemort once and for all; Professor McGonagall was worried about the safety of Hogwarts next, and was in no mood to speak; Dracula, on the other hand, was thinking about where to get Voldemort out and test what was so special about people who had split souls compared to normal people......

Just then, a gruff voice broke the quiet air.

"Albus, come and see how to take this little cutie away, I'm going to keep it in the Forbidden Forest!" Professor Kettleburn shouted as he stood on top of the basilisk.

I don't know how he climbed up with only one arm and half a leg left.

Dumbledore looked back at the basilisk that took up half of the room, coiled up to the height of a hill, and fell into deep thought.

'Is this what you call a cutie?' ’

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