Harry picked up his wand in a daze.

11 inches, holly wood, phoenix feathers. This wood-made wand has the property of repelling evil.

"If the first time I use magic outside of school will only be warned, I may be able to ......," he said, looking at his wand, remembering the powerful spell his journal had taught him.

"The spell should be simple for you, but you must have a strong enough desire to destroy in your heart - the stronger the desire to destroy in your heart, the more powerful the spell you cast!" - writes the diary.

Harry took a deep breath and slowly raised his wand to the solid iron cage fence outside the window.

This fence was the biggest obstacle to his freedom. With that spell, he could break out of his cage and run to King's Cross Station, Diagon Alley, and Wesley...... You can go anywhere, as long as you don't let him stay in this ordinary house!

He slowly opened his mouth, trying to recite the incantation.

But there always seemed to be a voice in his heart telling him - don't recite it, don't use that spell! This kind of destructive spell must be those evil and insidious spells that will lead him down a wicked path!

Harry's hands trembled, the longing and yearning for freedom on one side and the worry and fear of the magic on the other.

He now regrets it terribly. If he had been a little more diligent and had learned the spells of the later grades in advance like Hermione, would he have chosen to use the Cutting Charm to escape the cage, and wouldn't he have had to worry about whether to use this untold spell?

"No, I can't do it......

Harry gently lowered his wand and took out his quill pen and wrote in the journal:

"Tom, can you teach me the Cutting Charm? I don't want to use this spell anymore."

"The Cutting Spell is not simple, and it is difficult for me to teach you in a short period of time in words alone." The diary reads.

On the journal, Tom's handwriting was a little messy, and he seemed a little annoyed by Harry's hesitation.

"That spell I taught you is easy to use, just a little bit of anger." He continued, "Think of how that fat pig named Vernon Dursley locked you up! Think about how this family treats you like a prisoner!"

"Harry, don't you feel angry? Don't you want to get out of this cage at once?"

"Come, raise your wand and decide your future!"

The journal was written in a fluttering manner, and Harry's wand was picked up and put down repeatedly, many, many times.

Eventually, it seemed that the desire for freedom overcame suspicion of the spell, and a red glint flashed in Harry's eyes.

He clenched his wand and raised it violently, pointing at the window barrier that was blocking his way to freedom.

"Arvada—"

As Harry uttered half of the incantation, his wand shook violently, accompanied by a jumble of sounds as if an unseen evil object flew silently through the air.

Just then, a black, upside-down cross pendant around Harry's neck suddenly glowed burgundy.

….

Its short, slanted bars resembled a pair of unfolded demon wings, which seemed to be stained with blood, instantly banishing the scarlet light from Harry's eyes......

Harry's eyes immediately cleared, and at the same time, he immediately closed his mouth and swallowed the second half of the incantation in his throat.

His trembling hand fell, and his whole body fell heavily on the bed behind him, as if all his strength had been exhausted.

"No...... I can't ......," Harry muttered bitterly, "I can't use that spell, Tom, I can't do it......

The reverse cross pendant around Harry's neck slowly dimmed, and the blood-red on his wings faded, leaving only a deep pitch-black hue.

After a long time, the diary by the window slowly opened.

A line of handwriting that looked slightly like a lake appeared—

"You've disappointed me so much, Harry."

……

At this moment, the trapdoor rang.

Harry subconsciously hid his wand under his pillow, only to realize that the people outside didn't bother to look inside from the small trapdoor, they didn't care about the poor people inside.

Aunt Penny's hand pushed a bowl of canned soup through the hole.

Harry was already hungry, so he quickly put his wand away, then jumped out of bed and picked up the broken bowl for him.

The soup was cold, but he drank half of the bowl in one gulp, then stopped, walked over to Hedwig's cage, and poured the watered vegetables from the bottom of the bowl into its empty plate.

Hedwig cocked her feathers and gave him a look of disgust.

"Don't raise your beak too high, that's all we have." Harry said with a straight face.

He put the empty bowl back to the trapdoor and lay down on the bed again, feeling hungrier than before the soup.

What if he hadn't starved to death a month later, but hadn't reported to Hogwarts? Could Professor Dumbledore send someone to investigate why he didn't return? Can the professors let the Dursleys let him go?

If Professor Dracula is willing to come in person, then it must be fine, right? He never cared about the rules, and maybe he would turn the Dursleys into two big fat pigs and a carrot essence......

The street lights outside the window grille gradually went out, and the house was completely dark.

Harry was exhausted, the hunger in his stomach and the greater pain in his heart. He didn't know if he had done the right thing by not casting that spell in the end, or what his future would hold.

He was in the misty lake, thinking about the questions that he couldn't find answers, and before he knew it, he fell asleep, and he slept unsteadily.

Harry dreamed that he was once again standing in front of the window barrier between him and freedom, and raised his wand again.

This time, he recited the dangerous incantation in its entirety—

A dazzling and terrifying green light shot out of his wand and struck the sturdy cage.

However, the next moment, a red-haired, freckled teenager appeared outside the window and was struck by his spell.

His eyes fell blankly.

"No, Ron!

….

Harry woke up in shock, covered in cold sweat.

He opened his eyes and saw the moonlight shining through the window grille, and someone staring at him through the iron fence—a red-haired, freckled-faced, long-nosed teenager.

Just like in the dream, Ron Wesley actually appeared outside Harry's window.

"Are you even dreaming about me, Harry?"

Ron knocked on the glass and smiled at Harry.

……

In the darkness of the night, the starry sky hangs low, and the blood-colored lake meets, and on the edge of this bright red flat mirror stands a majestic ancient tower.

Behind Dracula's Castle, there is a huge lake made of blood, lying quietly next to an ancient tower.

Dracula and Serena, dressed in black and red robes, stood on the shore of the lake, and a swollen-looking corpse floated beside them, floating as they moved.

The corpse's expression was dull, and his eyes were cloudy, but a look of pride remained at the corner of his lips.

"So you still know necromancy?" Serena asked curiously, "I haven't seen you use it."

"I can't think so." Dracula chuckled and waved his hand, soaking the corpse in the lake of blood, "I can only say...... Very good at it!"

After a long absence, he took out the wand made of eerie wood, and used the tip of the wand to write and draw in the air, gradually drawing a complex picture.

Then, Dracula waved his hand again, dividing the figure into two parts—

Not a single one

entered the eyebrows of the Yin corpse, and one of them slammed into the heart of the Yin corpse.

After doing this, an endless stream of blood-red water rushed up, covering the arms, chest, and cheeks of the corpse, and finally submerging the tip of his nose.

The next moment, the Yin corpse suddenly moved.

He slowly stood up from the blood-colored water, then moved towards Dracula and Serena on the shore, and stiffly stretched out his hand, as if trying to pull them into the lake.

"Hey, is the necromancy moving so quickly?" Serena watched the scene with wide eyes.

"No, the necromancy hasn't had time to take effect." Dracula said in amazement, "It seems that when it was made, the instructions this Yin corpse received were related to water, no wonder the whole body looked swollen."

"What do you mean?" Serena casually knocked the Yin corpse back, her expression still a little confused, "Has he been soaked in water all this time? Then why did he attack us?"

"That's a question about the mechanics of creating a corpse." With a wave of his wand, Dracula bound the corpse and pressed him back into the lake of blood, before explaining to Selena, "There are two main mechanisms for creating corpses, one is to awaken a corpse that has died a long time ago......

「…… This kind of corpse is already dead, and it will not leave any of its pre-mortem movements and habits, just like a blank piece of paper, which can only be ordered by the owner who summoned the Yin corpse, and the advantage is that it has 100% obedience."

"But this Yin corpse has also lost all plasticity, and can only act on the orders of its master. If they are not controlled, they are like aimless walking corpses, and they are easy to deal with."

….

"As for the other kind, it's like this yin corpse in front of us." Dracula pointed to the Yin corpse, which was completely soaked in the lake of blood, and could only see the outline of a corpse, "He must have been the first to give a command by the dark wizard using necromancy before he died, and whenever this command is triggered, he will act through his unique way of acting."

"Didn't you see that too? The moment this Yin corpse was submerged by the water of the lake, it was as if it had been activated, and it immediately moved towards the two of us and launched an attack."

"So my guess is that his order of action is probably to attack all the life on the shore when he is in the lake, and try to drag all the life on the shore into the lake where he is."

Serena nodded thoughtfully, looking at the Yin corpse, which was originally honest, but now soaked in the lake water but began to struggle violently, her slender eyebrows frowned slightly.

"Wait a minute, I have a question." She asked, "If you can only act when you trigger the command, why would this Yin corpse appear in the plains below our Dracula Castle?" Could this so-called command to attack life on shore pull the distance so far?"

"That's the second benefit of this kind of Yin Corpse." Dracula chuckled, "Not only are they able to act on orders in the summoner's absence, but they can also obey the summoner's orders like the walking dead who don't have any conscious reservations."

"Given the sheer number of Yin Corpses brought by Werewolf Greyback this time, Voldemort may have taken out most of the Yin Corpses he had made before. He gave the order to follow Greyback's orders, so that these corpses, who had lived in the lake, also came to the plains of Romania."

At this point, the ritual of necromancy had come to an end.

Countless black rays of light flew through the blood from where the Yin corpse was located, flying into the sky, gradually outlining a huge skull with a snake spitting out of its mouth in the sky.

Seeing this, Dracula waved his wand again, scribbling on the huge black skull.

"I have one more question." Serena asked as she watched Dracula draw.

"Ask, it depends on my mood if you want to answer or not." Dracula seems to be happily drawn, with a smile on his face.

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"Why wasn't this yin corpse burned to death?" Serena looked at Dracula's happy expression and knew that he would probably answer the question, "As far as I know, there must be a lot of Yin corpses that act on orders, right? But this is the only one who survives in your hands."

"That's right, that's why I'm interested in him." Dracula held his wand and drew like a flowing stream, and at the same time, he was able to calmly and distractedly answer Serena's question, "Most of these Yin Corpses who have been instructed before death can retain some of their consciousness and habits before death, which is also an important reason for them to distinguish them from low-level Yin Corpses."

….

"And this yin corpse seems to have a strong obsession that has not been completed before its death, so it retains a lot of latent consciousness and inherent habits to drive away the danger by instinct. Those phantom bats are actually very easy to deal with, as long as you can expel them before the flames are completely burning, they will be burned themselves."

"Another strange thing, Voldemort's necromancy seems to be so clever that it even feels like it's above me...... Well, of course that's impossible, he must have borrowed some more powerful props to achieve this effect."

Dracula's expression was quite confident, and at the same time, he was also quite disdainful of Voldemort, not believing that he could surpass him in necromancy.

"If you want me to say, it should be that item in Voldemort's hand that caused his necromancy to change qualitatively. I even suspect that this particular corpse retains even some of its memories from its lifetime."

"Whether it's really as I guessed depends on whether we can wake him up this time!"

Serena looked up curiously at the figure above the blood-colored lake.

Under Dracula's painting, gradually, the skull floating in the sky seemed to be erased by an eraser, and then another pen appeared, drawing a pair of exquisite demonic wings composed of several bone spurs in the place where the original skull was.

"That's it!"

Dracula clapped his hands in satisfaction and put his wand back in his pocket.

"What did you just do?" Serena asked curiously, "I just thought you were suddenly interested and drew a picture here."

"You're not wrong, I just did it out of interest." Dracula shrugged his shoulders, "Actually, it would have been good to just change the necromancy mark left by Voldemort inside this Yin corpse into my mark, and there was no need to project the mark at all."

As he spoke, he smiled and winked at Serena.

"But don't you think it's like projecting it out and then painting like that...... Isn't it ceremonial and atmospheric?" Dracula laughed.

"Forget it, if you're happy."

Selina looked at his happy expression, pursed her lips helplessly, and looked at the lake.

At this moment, a large number of bubbles suddenly bubbled out of the blood-colored lake where the yin corpse was soaked, and the people inside struggled violently, shaking the dead blood lake into an uneasy ripple.

"What's wrong, has something gone wrong with your necromancy?" When Serena saw this scene, she subconsciously stretched out her sharp nails and side teeth, and put on a fighting stance.

Dracula also looked at this scene with some confusion.

"It shouldn't be a problem, I've changed the mark in his body to everyone, and even awakened some of his withered organs......

With that, he rubbed his temples suddenly.

"It's broken, it's my fault." Dracula said.

Serena looked at him puzzled.

"I only remember awakening his body organs, but I forgot to untie the bindings that were wrapped around him."

Dracula snapped his fingers.

The next moment, a handsome young man with black hair sat up from the blood-colored lake.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......"

As soon as he left the lake, he began to cough incessantly, and spit out a lot of fresh food as he coughed

The red water of the lake looks very painful.

"So you awakened this man's lungs, but still soaked him in the lake, right?" Serena silently withdrew her nails and side teeth, and said speechlessly.

"Don't worry about the details......" Dracula smiled awkwardly and walked straight to the lake.

At this time, the handsome young man with black hair finally vomited the blood-colored lake water that had choked on his lungs, and then subconsciously shouted-

"Kreacher!"

……

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