"Mr. Dracula...... Is he in this room?" Lucius asked in a low voice as he looked at the waiter next to him with wide eyes.

"Mr. Dracula is in this cell, Mr. Malfoy." The waiter smiled.

Lucius swallowed, raised his hand several times and tried to knock on the door, then put it down again. He still couldn't believe that this door would really be opened one day, and that he would have the opportunity to step into it......

"Come in, Lucius."

At this moment, Dracula's unique mellow voice came out of the door, and the luxurious and dazzling door opened.

Lucius breathed a sigh of relief, pushed open the door, and walked softly into the cubicle.

Although Lucius, as the current head of the Malfoy family, admits that he has seen many big scenes, he gasps when he enters this compartment and can't help but look around.

"Tell me, is there anything important that you asked me to meet?"

Dracula took a sip of the syrup that had bloomed in the crystal glass, like a golden-red sheen, and smiled with satisfaction.

However, Lucius was still in shock at this time, and he didn't hear Dracula as if he was deaf.

He hesitated for a long time, but finally couldn't help but be curious, and asked, "Mr. Dracula, why are you here?"

"Huh?" Dracula put down his glass and turned to look at Lucius, "Mr. Malfoy, if my memory is correct...... Didn't you stay after this board meeting and ask me to meet at the White Wyvern Bar without telling the other school boards?"

"No, no, no, I mean, how did you end up in this compartment?" Lucius hurriedly said, "I've heard that this door has never been opened for more than a hundred years......

"Because this compartment was reserved for me." Dracula picked up his glass again, leaning comfortably against the soft cushions, "Do you have any questions?"

At this time, Lucius was calm on the surface, but his heart had already turned a monstrous wave.

As far as he knows, this luxurious cubicle has a history of hundreds of years, and if the door has not been opened for more than a hundred years is really because of Dracula in front of him, then this man who will never look more than thirty years old, how old is he?

Thinking of this, Lucius completely lowered his mentality, lowered his head and replied:

"No other questions, Mr. Dracula."

"In that case, it's time to tell me what's important." Dracula refilled himself with a glass of wine, without the slightest intention of giving Lucius a glass as well, "Is there anything you can't just say at the school board meeting?"

Lucius carefully placed his cane at his side, looked around, and found that the tightness of the compartment was quite tight, so he lowered his voice and said:

"Mr. Dracula, the Dark Lord is back!"

Dracula's glass to his lips paused, then he chuckled and lowered the glass.

"How did you come up with the idea of telling me such a secret piece of news?" He laughed.

"You're not surprised?" Lucius' expression was stunned. He thought Dracula would at least be taken aback. ….

"I've known this for a long time." Dracula looked at the Dark Mark looming on Lucius' left arm, and said casually, "Fenrir Greyback, fellow Death Eater, you should know about this werewolf, right?"

"He's a werewolf who took refuge with the Dark Lord during the last wizarding war." Lucius's identity was revealed by Dracula, and his expression was a little unnatural, "But he's not a Death Eater at all, he's just a tool used by the Dark Lord. Has this idiot already poked the news out?"

Lucius was a little depressed. If Dracula had known about the Dark Lord's return, the value of the information he had provided would have been greatly diminished.

"No, he didn't get the news out." Dracula said, "That werewolf got his hands on Voldemort's Yin corpse and was sent to trouble me. But now that he's been caught, I can easily find it in his memory

rest."

"But Fenrir must not have been fully informed." Lucius gritted his teeth and went further, "He was sent on a mission by the Dark Lord a few months ago, and the latest information will definitely not exist in his memory."

Originally, Lucius really wanted to be a wall-riding faction like before, and whichever side of the situation was better, he would completely jump from the wall to which side of the camp.

But after coming to the White Wyvern Bar today, he saw that the arrogant proprietress had reserved a luxurious compartment for Dracula for hundreds of years, which really shocked Lucius.

So he decided that Dracula deserved more information from him.

"Hmm...... It's normal that werewolves' information isn't comprehensive enough." Dracula nodded, looking into Lucius' gray eyes with a deep look, "But those don't matter, I'm more curious...... Why did you tell me Voldemort's information?"

"Is it because your Death Eaters are tired of being a Death Eater and have done something wrong to fall out of favor with Voldemort? Or are you Malfoys accustomed to being on the wall and want to find a few more alternative ways out?"

Cold sweat trickled down Lucius' forehead.

"Mr. Dracula, I didn't mean to be a wall...... "but I did do something wrong and couldn't fit in with the Dark Lord's team. In order to guard against the inspection of the Ministry of Magic, I have sold a very important dark magic device for the Dark Lord."

"The Dark Lord is extremely unhappy with me, and seems to be on the verge of obliterating me at any moment. And in my mind, I can only think that you have the ability to fight Voldemort. So I'm coming to you at once."

"Extremely important equipment for the dark arts?"

Originally, Dracula was not interested in Lucius's defense, but when he heard this, he instantly became interested.

If the Dark Arts device that Lucius shot was really something Voldemort valued very much, maybe it would be another Horcrux for him!

Upon learning of Regulus' theft of the Horcruxes, Dracula had already seen that Voldemort did not seem to attach as much importance to the secret of his immortality as most people think.

Otherwise, the Horcrux would have stayed with it, or it would have been hidden alone in a place where no one could find it. ….

However, Slytherin's locket was known by a house-elf, thus indirectly letting Regulus, a subordinate, also know the location of the Horcrux.

While there are reasons for Voldemort's overconfidence, there are also factors that he does not attach the highest importance to.

So Dracula guessed that Voldemort definitely made more than one Horcrux!

In this way, if Lucius lost a Horcrux and was not killed by Voldemort, it can roughly prove that Voldemort had more than one Horcrux.

"What kind of dark magic device did you shoot?" Dracula asked Lucius with interest.

"Uh......" Lucius froze on the spot, "Does this matter? The main reason is that I didn't have a lot of dark magic supplies in my house during the raid of the Ministry of Magic, and there were so many things sold at that time that I couldn't remember what they were......

"And the Dark Lord, he ...... He didn't even ask me what I had lost, as if he already knew......

"Okay, I see." Dracula nodded, "Next time we meet, you can count the dark magic items you sold, and you'd better make a list and give it to me."

"But...... It's been half a year since this happened, and I've almost forgotten about those things......" Lucius' face was a little bitter.

"Some things are not forgotten at all, but are deeply pressed in your head." Dracula's expression was a little ill-intentioned, "Make a choice, do I personally use the Dementor to help you dig up your memories, or do you think carefully and make a list for me?"

[In view of the circumstances, "To tell you the truth, Mr. Dracula, I seem to suddenly remember what I had done at that time!] Lucius's expression changed instantly, and he said with righteousness, "For the sake of your cause, even if I rack my brains, I will scavenge those black magic supplies for you

Come out!"

"Whew, there's no need to pretend in front of me." Dracula scoffed, "Well, as compensation for providing this information, you can be honest as your wallgrass."

"Mr. Dracula, you don't have to test me like this." Lucius stood abruptly, stabbed his staff heavily on the ground, and continued to speak in a righteous and awe-inspiring voice, "How can I, Lucius Malfoy, be that kind of treacherous person? I don't share the sky with the Dark Lord!"

"Alright, Lucius." Looking at Lucius's pompous expression, Dracula curled the corners of his mouth, "In that case, help me assassinate Voldemort, and the wizarding world will remember your righteous deeds."

Lucius's expression froze on his face.

"You...... You're kidding, Mr. Dracula." He sat back on the couch in embarrassment.

"Alright, don't play with me." Dracula sat upright, his elbows resting on the lavish tabletop, his hands crossed on his chin, staring straight into Lucius' eyes, "Lucius, all I need is a wall grass."

"You continue to follow Voldemort, just tell me a few words about the situation at every school board meeting. It shouldn't be difficult for you, right?" ….

For Dracula, a surrendered Lucius Malfoy is of no use to him -

He didn't lack such a weak fighting force, nor did he lack the Malfoy family's wealth that they thought they were rich. He just lacked an internal agent who could constantly report Voldemort's movements to him.

A two-five boy riding on the wall just met his needs.

At this time, Lucius was also in ecstasy, he thought that he would choose a side today, who knew that Dracula would allow him to continue to be such a wall grass that no one looked down on!

"And this kind of good thing...... Lucius blurted out, and then he realized that something was wrong, and hurriedly changed his words, "...... Ah no, I mean, glad to serve you, Mr. Dracula."

After receiving Dracula's promise, Lucius carefully recounted the recent events that had happened to the Death Eaters—

It turned out that one day when the summer vacation of the Hogwarts students had just begun, all the Death Eaters with the Dark Mark tattooed on their left arms felt a wave of strangeness coming from their arms.

They all quietly found a place where no one else was, and sneaked a peek at the mark on their arm—the original red Dark Mark was gradually turning scarlet, and over time, the scarlet color gradually changed to a charred black color.

Seeing this, some people feel flustered and panicked, some feel lost and at a loss, and some are ecstatic.

But all former Death Eaters knew one thing -

The Dark Lord is back!

Due to the terrifying deterrent power of the Dark Lord, no matter what kind of mentality they were in about the return of the Demon King, all the Death Eaters who were still active in the British wizarding world apparitioned and rushed to the graveyard of Little Hangdon and Riddle's family, where Voldemort was located.

Among them are Alektor Caro, Amycus Caro, Antonin Dolohov, August Lukewood and many other wizards who escaped Azkaban's imprisonment in the Wizarding War more than ten years ago, Severus Snape and Lucius Malfoy are among them!

Voldemort managed to bluff everyone with his body created from the bones of old Tom Riddle, or rather, even if he only had an incomplete body, he was stronger than all the Death Eaters!

Faced with the army of Death Eaters, who were still not small after more than a decade, whether they were sincere or fake, Voldemort expressed his comfort to them.

As for why he was in a hurry to show up before he regained his full strength, it was actually because he was worried that the former Death Eaters would be gradually divided and eaten away by Dumbledore and Dracula.

In fact, Voldemort was never worried about the strongest wizard, Dumbledore, but the Count Dracula of the vampire clan!

Voldemort knew that Dracula did not have a strong enough moral base like Dumbledore to weaken the power of the Death Eaters

, likely to persecut, threaten, and even kill the living forces of the Death Eaters by any means necessary.

This would have a huge impact on Voldemort, who had not been seen for more than a decade.

So Voldemort appeared, gathered his Death Eaters, and told them himself, "I am immortal, no one can kill me, and all of you don't want to get out of my grasp!" ….

At the same time, he also reaffirmed his concept of pure-blood supremacy, so that this group of wizards who want their family to gain more benefits can see the pure-blood future they have in their minds from his words!

Voldemort's words of cruelty and pie-painting were so effective that many wavering wizards had lost their minds to the Ministry of Magic or Dumbledore and returned to the arms of the Death Eaters.

After all, they all thought that Dumbledore was old, and Voldemort was immortal!

Lucius also wanted to regain his once glorious status as a Death Eater and reap the benefits of pure-blood society for the Malfoy family.

It wasn't until Voldemort praised Snape's undercover Hogwarts for his contributions and severely reprimanded him for losing something important that Lucius even suffered a heart-wrenching curse on the first day of Voldemort's return.

For this, Lucius changed.

He knew that he had fallen out of favor with the Death Eaters, and that there was no future for him to continue.

However, in Lucius's mind, Dumbledore, the only one who could fight Voldemort, would not make a dirty deal with him.

So he thought of Dracula.

After seeing Dracula's actions at that school board meeting, and hearing his son Draco's praise of the professor, Lucius realized that Dracula's strength was definitely not weak!

In his opinion, even if Dracula was not defeated by great wizards like Voldemort and Dumbledore, he would not be too far behind them. Most importantly, the Defence Against the Dark Arts professor has a more flexible moral baseline, which is a good fit for his cooperation needs.

So he took advantage of the pre-school board meeting to invite Dracula to the White Wyvern Bar in Tumbledown Alley, hoping to discuss cooperation in such a confidential place.

When Lucius came to the White Wyvern Bar and saw Dracula sitting in the hundred-year-old closed cubicle, he thought of the parchment in Dracula's hand that could expel the school board members—

Lucius suddenly realizes that Dracula's identity may be much more complex and esoteric than he imagined!

……

"Interesting." After listening to Lucius's story, Dracula curled the corners of his mouth with interest, "I was thinking, wait until the next time Voldemort summons you with the Dark Mark mark...... How about I just follow your apparition and dispose of his new body?"

Lucius was shocked.

"Mr. Dracula, don't!" He hurriedly dissuaded, "Even if you can defeat the Dark Lord, as long as you don't kill him completely, he will suspect me the next time he returns!"

"I hope you'll spare my life for the sake of me providing you with information......

"Okay, it looks like I won't be able to bully him for a while." Dracula pursed his lips and said with some boredom, "You can go, remember to send me a list of those dark magic equipment that you have in your hands."

"Definitely, definitely!" Lucius wiped the cold sweat from his head and hurriedly left the luxurious compartment.

Talking to someone who talks about the phrase "bullying the Dark Lord" is a bit stressful......

After Lucius left, Dracula refilled himself with a glass of red wine, but he suddenly lost his appetite for drinking.

"School is almost starting soon, why haven't you found a tool yet...... Well...... A teaching assistant......" Dracula slumped on the soft couch and looked out the window with some apprehension.

Through the crystal window, he surveyed the narrow-looking wizards and dark creatures of Tumbledown Alley's narrow streets.

"Huh?" Dracula snorted suddenly.

He saw a skinny man with round-rimmed glasses

Small figure.

……

…….

Ripples of dust