In the distance, the sky was already bright, and most of the vampires of Dracula's Castle had fallen into a deep sleep, and the air nearby was quiet.

Under the influence of the dark aura of many vampires, the surroundings of the castle were gloomy, like a dawn that could never see the sunrise.

Dracula and Serena each held a parasol and leaped from the towering walls before landing lightly to the ground.

If it weren't for the people who had personally experienced this battle between vampires and werewolves, they might not have seen that a war of great scale had taken place here just by the traces on the ground.

If anyone else were passing by, they might have thought it was snowing heavily in June. There was not the slightest trace of blood on the ground below the walls, and instead there was a large patch of fine ash as pure as snow, evenly spreading the entire battlefield.

Occasionally, a breeze blows, and a gray haze is lifted. Dracula and Serena quietly stepped on the ashes of the Yin Corps, leaving two lines of shallow footprints.

"I still remember last night under the city wall, the corpses were densely packed, and I couldn't count them at all." Serena spoke suddenly, breaking the silence,

"But can you actually control countless bats to burn every Yin corpse to ashes?"

"Nature." Dracula curled the corners of his mouth and nodded at her,

"Of all the Yin corpses within my perceptual range, none of them have fallen." Serena puffed out her mouth, looking a little depressed.

"Keep trying, maybe in a few hundred years you can get to that point." Dracula said with a chuckle.

However, the next moment, Serena's expression showed a hint of surprise, and she stretched out her hand and pointed to the other side of the battlefield.

"What do you see is that? It's definitely a yin corpse, don't fool yourself! She glanced at Dracula excitedly and exclaimed,

"Admit it, even if you make a move, you will get out of the net!" Dracula looked suspiciously in the direction of Serena's finger, and saw that there really seemed to be a pale body with cloudy eyes and stiff and sluggish movements, wandering aimlessly.

He frowned and disappeared in an instant. When he reappeared, he had already come to the side of the corpse.

Unlike most other Yin corpses, this corpse's body is very well preserved, with sound limbs and few ulcers, except that it appears to have some edema, and it seems to have been soaked in an unknown liquid for a long time.

Dracula immediately looked at the back of his neck and found a patch of charred skin.

"Serena, look here." Dracula beckoned to Serena, who had just flown over, and pointed to the position behind the neck of the Yin Corpse,

"Actually, I didn't miss this yin corpse. The bat burning with flames had landed on the back of his neck, but it was unknown why it was not set on fire. Serena looked thoughtful.

"Could it be that your flame is failing?" She asked,

"Look at him, it's obvious that he has been blistered in water for a long time, maybe the fire you let the bat carry is too small and has been extinguished by water?"

"......" Dracula looked at Serena and was silent for a long time.

"You...... Why are you looking at me like that? Serena asked weakly,

"Is there anything wrong with what I'm saying?"

"I just suspect you didn't have a brain with you when you went out this time." Dracula said speechlessly,

"Tell me, when did the flame of our talent become weak enough to be extinguished by water? What's more, he doesn't have much water left on him! ”

"What's the matter, I'm just offering a guess......" Serena said unconfidently,

"After all, I've never seen anything like this......" Dracula was also a little puzzled by this, and began to take a closer look at the face of the Yin corpse.

It was a thin corpse with long, thick black hair that did not fall out even after a long soaking, because it had not been taken care of, covering half of his cheeks.

Dracula waved his hand slightly, and a gust of wind blew his hair behind his ears, revealing a face that still looked very handsome even if it was swollen, and even a trace of arrogance could be faintly seen in the expression on his face.

"He shouldn't have been an ordinary person when he was alive, and I don't know how he could have fallen to such a point." Dracula sighed softly.

His gaze continued to move downward, surveying the body of the Yin Corpse. Although the robe on the corpse's body looked a little faded after a long period of soaking, the preciousness of its material could still be faintly discerned.

"Wait a minute, look here!" Serena's voice suddenly rang out,

"This mark looks familiar!" She stood next to the corpse, lifted his left arm, and pulled his sleeve up a bit, revealing the inside of his forearm in front of Dracula's eyes.

Just on the inside of his forearm, there was a bright red mark - it was a skull, and a snake sticking out of the skull's mouth!

"It's ...... Dark Mark? Dracula looked at the mark in amazement, and his mind became even more puzzled.

As the Defence Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts, Dracula was of course inevitably exposed to information about the Dark Lord, and not only that, he even destroyed the Dark Lord's soul himself.

So he knew exactly what this sigil was. This is the mark of the Dark Devil that only Death Eaters of the highest status possess, and it is not on Death Eaters of Fenrir's rank.

But why did the Dark Mark appear on a Yin corpse summoned by Voldemort? Could it be that Voldemort has become so mad that he has to kill his own people mercilessly, even making them into a yin corpse that is not good to die for?

"If it's a former Death Eater, then the identity of this wizard should not be difficult to find." Dracula suppressed his doubts and pointed his finger at the left chest of the robe worn by the Yin Corpse.

"Fix it as before." A flash of light flashed, and a bright color instantly appeared on the left chest of the garment, as if it had returned to a new piece of fabric.

There is an elaborate family coat of arms - the coat of arms is adorned with a mountain symbol, two five-pointed stars and a shield with a short sword, flanked by two leaping greyhounds.

If in heraldic terms, ie

"Black, Yamagata between the two stars as the main body, a sword as the base, silver ......" ...... On the other side, Surrey, England, No. 4 Privet Road in Little Whinging.

Early in the morning, this discordant family had an argument at the dinner table -

"This is the third time this week!" A man who was so fat that he looked like a fat pig roared across the table and said filial piety,

"If you can't control that owl, let it fuck off!" On the other side of the table, a skinny boy with glasses tries to explain.

"It's stuffy, it's used to flying outside, if I can let it out at night......" He was interrupted by his uncle, Vernon Dursley.

"Are you a fool to me?" Uncle Vernon yelled, a piece of fried egg dangling on his bushy beard,

"I know what happens when I let an owl out!" The skinny boy hurried to finish his breakfast in dismay, then rushed back upstairs to his room, locked the door, and lay quietly on the old bed.

This boy with glasses is one of the most famous saviors of the wizarding world, Harry Potter. However, the boy who never died, the hero who won the House Cup for Gryffindor, the savior of the wizarding world, was locked up in a small room and did not communicate with his friends for most of the holidays.

Ever since Harry came home from summer, Uncle Vernon had been treating him like a ticking time bomb because Harry was not a normal child.

To a Muggle like Vernon Dursley, he was indeed quite abnormal. Harry was a wizard and a freak in the eyes of these Muggles.

He had just finished his first year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and had to return to such a discordant family during the summer holidays.

If the Dursleys were unhappy that he was returning home for the summer, their unhappiness was nothing compared to Harry's feelings.

He misses Hogwarts so much now that his guts hurt. He missed the castle, the secret passages and the ghosts, the magic lessons he had learned.

And when he thought of the many subjects in the school, he thought of Professor Dracula, whom he admired, Professor McGonagall, and the amiable Professor Sprout...... He even thought of Professor Snape, who was once extremely disgusted, but now had mixed feelings.

Harry vividly remembered that he had a big fight with Professor Snape before he went home, and once again ruined the relationship that had just been eased.

Lying on the bed, he felt that he was very conscious now. However, when he recalled the scene of the quarrel with Snape more than a month ago, he always felt that the memory was not clear.

Harry was well aware that he had grown up in a difficult environment, bullied by his cousin Dudley and his friends, but he could still find a way to enjoy himself and bring spiritual comfort to himself in such conditions.

A teenager who grows up in such an environment rarely grows up to be an irritable person. Now that I think about it, the argument with Professor Snape at that time was probably my own impulse, and I didn't control my eagerness to restore the relationship with him.

"I should probably write Professor Snape a letter of apology." Harry thought silently as he looked at the yellowed ceiling in his room.

But he could not write letters. As soon as Harry arrived home, Uncle Vernon locked his spell book, wand, robes, cauldron, and the highest grade Light Wheel 2000 into the small, dark cabinet under the stairs.

As for whether Harry would be expelled from the house's Quidditch team for not practicing for a summer, the Dursleys didn't care!

What does it have to do with Harry's lack of homework and his inability to turn it in when he goes back to school?

The Dursleys were the most conformist, change-averse Muggles. In their opinion, there is one at home

"Wizards" are a great disgrace! Uncle Vernon even locked Harry's owl Hedwig in its cage to prevent it from delivering messages to anyone in the wizarding world.

"Ron, Hermione...... Neville, why don't you send me a letter? Harry lay in bed in agony, thinking of his friends,

"If you can remember to send your owl over, then I won't be able to send a letter......" Just as Harry was almost teary in his eyes, the sound of a notebook turning the pages came from the window.

Harry subconsciously turned his head and saw a blank journal with a black cover, turning the pages of his book automatically without wind.

"Tom?!" Harry walked to the window in surprise and looked at the blank journal with teary eyes.

"How did you get out of that cabinet down the stairs?" Then he realized that the diary could not hear him directly, so he took a quill that he had hidden from the crack of the bed, dipped some spittle in his mouth, and wrote down his question in the diary.

Two lines of handwriting emerged from the blank pages of the journal: "Harry, I said I could use a small amount of magic. ”

"Can you take me out of this abominable place, then?" Harry wrote,

"I don't want to stay here any longer, but I've lost my wand, and I can't deal with them without magic."

"Rest quiet, Harry." The diary reads,

"I don't have the power to get you out of here, but I can give you a good note."

"First of all, we must take revenge for all your suffering!" Seeing the scribbled handwriting on the diary, Harry hesitated.

"That's not good, is it?" He wrote,

"I can't use magic outside of school, I'll be expelled."

"Don't worry, I'll take revenge on them." The diary writes seductively,

"There won't be any flaws. On the first day of school, you will still be able to take the express train to Hogwarts as usual. ”

"Now tell me, is there anything important for this family to do lately? I'll spoil their affairs for you, and I'll get your wand back for you when the revenge is done. Harry thought for a long time, but the idea of getting his wand back prevailed, so he gritted his teeth and wrote in his diary: "Tonight, Aunt Vernon will receive a rich builder and his wife, they are important guests, and this is related to the sales of his drill bits this year." ”

"I see." The pages of the journal appeared in such writing, and then it lost movement.

Harry carefully placed the journal under his mattress, lest it would be discovered by Aunt Vernon.

…… In the evening, in the restaurant at No. 4 Privet Road. Vernon Dursley was talking awkwardly to the rich builder, Mr. Mason and his wife.

“…… Mrs. Mason, tell Penny the jokes about the American plumbers, she's always wanted to hear ......," said Vernon Dursley, with a smile on his own self-deception of kindness, to the builder's wife.

At that moment, the diary quietly appeared on top of the cupboard in the corner of the dining room.

"Stop." A spell to break the spell appears on a blank page in the journal. The Unchartable Charm and Avoidance Spell that had been cast on the house by the diary were lifted in an instant, and the next moment, an owl that had been hovering nearby for hours rushed into the house like a whirlwind.

It hovered near the ceiling in the living room, looking for directions, and didn't seem to react from the perception it had just shielded.

It was a long time before it spread its wings and flew towards Harry's room. Mrs. Mason let out a sharp cry at the sight of the owl, and immediately fled from the house, shouting

"Maniac, madman". Mr. Mason lingered a little longer, and told the Dursleys that his wife was terrified of all sorts of birds, large and small, and asked if it was a deliberate joke.

Vernon Dursley smiled awkwardly as he watched Mr. Mason leave. As soon as Mr. Mason was gone, he rushed up the stairs with a sturdy stride disproportionate to his size.

"You're special! Finally! Engaged! Miscellaneous! Whatever! Ghost?! Uncle Vernon gritted his teeth, bringing his face to Harry, frighteningly close.

"I stayed in my room and didn't do anything!" Harry glanced at the place under the mattress in a bit of panic and gritted his teeth.

He really didn't do anything, just waiting for good news from Tom in the diary.

"Owl! It's an owl again! Vernon's face was flushed, and he was impotent and furious,

"Last year, it was this hateful bird that left us with no fixed home, and this year it is again that has ruined a big deal of my business! He pressed down on Harry like a big pit bull, his teeth exposed.

"Owl is it?" Vernon said with a frantic expression,

"Ah, I have news for you, boy...... I'm going to lock you up...... No owl can get close to you! You'll never want to go back to that school! Forever! Uncle Vernon did what he said he would, and the next day he found someone to put iron bars on Harry's windows. He personally installed a trapdoor on the bedroom door and brought a little food in three times a day. They let Harry come out to the bathroom every morning and evening, and locked him in the house the rest of the time.

"Tom, look at the good you've done." Harry sat by the window, watching the sun set behind the window, and mournfully thinking about his future fate, writing in his diary,

"It does make me happy to ruin the good things that happened to Aunt Vernon, but I can't get out again." A line of handwriting emerges from the diary, particularly glaring in the sunlight in front of the window grille.

"Harry, don't forget you're a wizard." The diary reads,

"Wizards are not bound to freedom by a group of Muggles."

"But underage wizards can't use magic outside of school." Harry wrote,

"If I did use magic, I would have been expelled from Hogwarts."

"Don't worry, Harry, the Ministry of Magic will only give you a warning at most for a young wizard who violates the rules for the first time." The diary slyly wrote,

"Would you rather be confined in this small room for the rest of your life, or would you rather fight your way out of this place of misery?"

"Think of the spell I taught you, Harry." The journal flipped through on its own again, and finally closed, leaving only the black cover hidden in the receding sunlight.

And under the cover of the original diary, there was a holly wand lying quietly. …………