On an uninhabited island in the Black Lake, a scream suddenly came from the scene.

"Ahh

An unsuspecting apparition sent Lockhart tumbling to the ground, his handsome face slamming into the wet dirt.

He pulled his face out of the dirt without a figure, coughed twice in embarrassment, and spat the dirt from his mouth on the ground.

"I...... I'm telling you, it's immoral for you to sneak up on you, and you don't deserve to be a professor at Hogwarts!" Lockhart flicked his mud-covered blonde hair and faced Dracula with an earthy yellow face, "I'm telling you, you've messed with the world's greatest Defense Against the Dark Arts expert!"

"Then I want to ask, the greatest expert in the world...... Why can't you handle even a single phantom shift?" Dracula shook his head with a smirk.

"Is that because I can't handle it well? No, that's not!" Lockhart said stiffly, "It's because you don't talk about martial arts! To sneak up on an author like me, who has great trust in fans, this is something that can only be done by playing tricks! There's no way you're going to touch a single hair of mine in a head-to-head showdown!"

The corners of Dracula's mouth twitched. He didn't expect that it had come to such a time, and Lockhart could continue to harden his mouth.

"Then do as you wish, great defense expert." He made a 'please,' gesture, "Face to face, let me see what the so-called members of the Anti-Dark Arts League will be like."

Lockhart's expression became solemn, and he looked resolute.

However, most of his face was covered in mud, and this expression did not look solemn, but rather a little funny.

He fumbled in his pocket with his dirty hands for a long time before pulling out his expensive cherry wand and pointing it at Dracula with trembling hands.

"Don't regret it! If you don't want to bear the wrath of the world's greatest Defense Against the Dark Arts master, quickly apologize to me and admit defeat! For the sake of your fan, I might forgive you!" Loha shouted inwardly.

"Hurry up, if you don't do it, you won't have a chance." Dracula said impatiently with his hands on his chest.

Lockhart gritted his teeth when he saw that Dracula's attitude showed no signs of changing.

He thought about it for a long time, and then finally thought of a spell to attack, and then resolutely waved his wand—

"Indio!"

「……」

Dracula watched as a faint cluster of small flames emerged from the tip of Lockhart's wand......

[In other words, it is the best way to read aloud and listen to books at present, @

Straight shivering.

"Did I let you go?" Dracula's expression also suddenly cooled.

The waters of the Black Lagoon crept up to the island at some point, climbing up Lockhart's feet, freezing him in the muddy ground.

"Don't get excited, Professor Dracula!" Lockhart saw that the ice had spread to his chest, and the position below his chest was completely unconscious, and his face finally showed panic, "I...... I was wrong, spare me this time!"

"Tell me, how did you write about the experiences in those books?" Dracula raised his hand, temporarily halted the spread of ice, and slowly walked towards Lockhart's position.

"It's all my fault, Professor Dracula......" Lockhart said with a sad face, feeling his unconscious legs, "but I'm all here to write books!" If I didn't make people think that I did all those things, the book would be much worse selling—"

"The reader will not be willing to read the story of an ugly old American wizard, even though he has saved the people of a village from the scourge of werewolves. If you put his picture on the cover, I'm afraid no one will have the desire to open that book! And the old witch who banished the Banshee, she's an open-mouthed! Think about it......

"I'm not interested in what you're talking about, and I'm not interested in hearing you tell you how you put in your own accounts what other people do." Dracula moved his fingers impatiently, and the ice on Lockhart's body spread an inch upwards again, causing him to shut his mouth immediately.

"I just need you to tell me bluntly, how did the book 'Traveling with a Vampire' come about?"

"So you're interested in that book? It's the same with that book, the protagonist of the story was originally just an old man hiding in the mountains and old forests to grow vegetables, and no one would be interested in him at all!" Lockhart didn't understand Dracula's problem, but just complained vigorously and shirked responsibility.

"You have to be considerate of me, Professor Dracula. My job wasn't as easy as people thought it would be – I'd track them down, ask them how they managed to do that, and then I'd cast a Forgetting Spell on them to make them forget about it."

"I've worked so hard to be famous! I'm sure you, as a professor at Hogwarts, must be a good person of integrity, and I have nothing to say if someone like you catches me, but please have mercy on my efforts and let me go!"

….

After saying a long sentence, he let out a weak breath and looked at Dracula with expectant eyes. Because of his preconceived notions, he never believed that the Hogwarts professors would do him any harm.

However, he only saw a careless desert.

In the next moment, the ice completely covered Lockhart's entire body, leaving only a mud-stained head exposed.

"Good guys? I think you might have some misunderstandings about me." He curled the corners of his mouth indifferently, "If you don't know anything, then what's the use of me leaving your life behind?"

As Dracula's voice fell, the cold ice began to move upwards again.

"Wait...... Wait a minute, I'm still useful, I'm really useful!" Lockhart felt the threat to his life and cried out in fear, "I can know, I can know anything!"

It was only then that he finally realized that the Defence Against the Dark Arts professor in front of him was different from the honest and kind Hogwarts professors in his impression!

This Professor Dracula doesn't seem to care about the rules of the wizarding world at all, and when he says he will do it, it will fall into his hands, and Lockhart knows that he will really lose his life!

The bitterly cold ice stopped.

"I'll give you one last chance." Dracula's voice was soft, but there was a creepy coldness, "Tell me, what the hell are you doing to me?"

"I...... I can find the memories of the old man who traveled with the vampires......" Lockhart swallowed, but before he could swallow it, it froze, making his expression even more painful, "My memory magic has always been excellent, and if I think about it carefully, I will definitely find it in its entirety."

Memories of an old man!"

"I hope so," Dracula said, "give you a minute."

Lockhart closed his eyes tightly, his brow furrowed, and his face was as pale as a piece of paper.

Dracula, on the other hand, was lying comfortably on his back beside Lockhart's frozen icicles.

A wave of water from the lake surged up just right, slapped Dracula's back, and condensed into a graceful arc of ice just as it touched the black red robe, just enough to support Dracula's leaning body.

Dracula pulled a goblet and a bottle of brightly colored red wine out of his pocket and savored it.

……

A minute is fleeting.

Lockhart, with an extremely strong desire to survive, opened his eyes on time and wore a big gulp.

"Found his memories?" Dracula asked, leaning against the ice formed by the waves, taking a pleasant sip of the wine in his glass.

Lockhart nodded with difficulty.

"I remember, that old man's name was Robert, and he was originally the captain of an Auror in Serbia. After his retirement, he no longer wanted to continue to experience a life of fighting with others, so he lived alone in seclusion among the uninhabited mountains and rivers, and lived a life of cultivating land and farming."

He narrated—

Robert, a former Auror of Serbia, retired tired of fighting and living alone in a forest, with no heirs, no relatives and no friends, thought he would die alone in the forest.

….

Until one day, while he was working the land, a wounded vampire broke into the mountain forest where he was living.

Because of the wizard's consistent prejudice against vampires, Robert took out a wand from his pocket that he hadn't used for a long time, and wanted to fight the vampire to the death.

However, the vampire had no desire to fight him, and only begged Robert to find him something to eat, as he needed to replenish the energy he was desperately needing.

Robert was tired of fighting, so he agreed to his request and took out a large piece of lettuce from the warehouse. This is a crop that he has just picked, and there are so many of them that he can't eat them all.

The vampires nibble on the lettuce one by one. But his injuries were so severe that the blood stock in his body had long been almost depleted, and he couldn't replenish enough energy from anything other than blood.

Robert was surprised and asked why he hadn't tried to suck his own blood to make up for the lack of energy.

However, the vampire categorically rejected his idea.

After being told by the vampire, Robert learns that his name is Tesla and that he is a high-level vampire.

Tesla said that their high-level vampires were able to control the urge to suck blood and would not be as crazy as those low-level vampires. He also said that the leader of the vampire clan looked down on the kind of fool who couldn't control his appetite for food, sucked human blood everywhere, and ruined the reputation of the bloodline.

He said that those vampires deserved only to be classified as beasts, not as bloods.

Robert was amazed at this, and his desire to take risks was rekindled because of such a principled vampire, and he wanted to personally escort Tesla back to his home.

However, Robert, who was old and had not used a wand for a long time, had long since forgotten how to apparate, so he had to take Tesla into his own wooden boat and store a large amount of lettuce in the cabin for supplies.

A man and a vampire drifted together on the Danube, from the Serbian region, in the direction of Romania.

……

"This is the story of 'Traveling on a Boat with Vampires.'" "Tesla later became Robert's only friend, but because of their different races, the two didn't get along very closely, so I seized the opportunity to tamper with Robert's memory," Lockhart said......

Lockhart is also a well-known writer, and his storytelling skills are so good that it is easy for Dracula to understand this cross-racial friendship between wizards and vampires.

However, Lockhart's approach displeased Dracula.

The Bloodline is not easy

Only then did such a principled and bottom-line vampire appear, but such a high-quality vampire's friend was tampered with by Lockhart's memory and no longer remembered his only friend......

"Actually, according to Robert's habit of living in seclusion in the mountains and forests, even if you don't tamper with his memories, he won't have a chance to find out that you have stolen his experience." Dracula whispered, "What's more, he already hates fighting with people, and even if he does find out, I'm afraid he won't complain about you."

"So why did you make him forget his only friend?"

Lockhart saw that Dracula's face was gloomy and frightening.

"I...... I'm also here to guard against the possibility of one in ten thousand!" Lockhart hurriedly argued, "Professor Dracula, please be considerate of me! As a celebrity, the slightest mistake will be magnified countless times, and those fans who don't pay attention to it will abandon me because of these little things!"

….

Dracula straightened up from the ice and walked over to Lockhart's side, sneering indifferently.

The next moment, a dark full moon suddenly appeared beside the two of them.

The icicles that wrapped around Lockhart shattered, and Degu reached out and grabbed him by the collar, picking him up like a chicken cub and stepping into the dark moonlight.

Lockhart closed his eyes in horror.

When his eyes opened again, the two of them were already in the sky. He saw a clear blue river, flowing quietly among the scattered earthen houses and green trees, rippling in the gentle breeze and in the surging sunlight.

From afar, the river looks like a turquoise ribbon adorned with dark green gemstones.

"It's ...... Danube?" Lockhart's eyes widened in disbelief, not understanding how Dracula could instantly get from almost the westernmost side of Europe to the Danube in the east.

"Keep your eyes open and tell me at any time what forest Robert lives in." Disgusted with the sunlight in the sky, Dracula's irritable voice rang in Lockhart's ears.

Immediately, a large shadow hung over Lockhart's head, darkening his vision.

He turned his head with great difficulty, and was shocked to see a pair of huge wings propped up by many sharp bone spurs spread out behind Dracula's back, like the wings of a legendary demon!

Lockhart's mouth opened wide, and the words that came out of his mind almost came out, but they choked in his throat at the last moment.

He's a vampire!

The Defence Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts is a vampire!

Thinking of what he had done to Robert, the vampire's friend, Lockhart's heart raced wildly, thinking that he might be too bad to be lucky.

Dracula's speed was so fast that the towns he passed below were all illusory shadows, unrecognizable, except for the vast mountains that could move backwards at a slow pace.

"Have you found Robert's seclusion?"

The voice of indifference rang through the howling wind and resounded in Lockhart's ears with unmistakable precision.

Lockhart shuddered, and casually pointed to a hill.

Dracula glanced at him, then grabbed him by the collar and slammed it down the hill like a meteorite, the loud sound of breaking wind reaching the town dozens of miles away.

Before he landed, just when Lockhart thought he was going to be smashed alive, Dracula's speed suddenly slowed down, and the huge difference in movement almost scared Lockhart out of a heart attack.

"Come down and show the way, Mr. Star." Dracula casually retracted his wings behind his back and threw Lockhart to the ground, "Where is Robert's seclusion?"

Lockhart lay on the ground trembling and gasping for a long time before shaking his hands and slowly pointing to his right.

"That's it...... Over there, you should be able to see it a few steps forward......" he said weakly, "I...... I can't do it anymore, I need to rest for a while......

Dracula followed his finger for a few steps, looking down the hill.

Just around him

The moment he turned around, Lockhart seemed to be a different person, no longer trembling, and his face was not as pale as paper as before.

Decisively, he pulled out his wand and pointed it at Dracula, who was facing away from him.

"Obliviate!" Lockhart shouted.

It was the only spell he was good at, and it was the one he was far superior to that of ordinary wizards.

For the sake of his life and future, he is bound to win!

The next moment, he saw Dracula suddenly turn around, a pair of burgundy eyes shining with a breathtaking brilliance......

……

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