After the wand in Malfoy's hand was knocked out by the disarming charm, the black serpent on the stage did not dissipate.

It was as if it had suddenly lost control, and it had become more ferocious.

"Once the summoning spell is cast, it is equivalent to the creation of a real magical creation." Dracula duly reminded that "until the caster's magic is depleted, it will not dissipate if the caster is dissipated by the disappearance of the wand, unless it is dissolved with the vanishing spell."

"Do you have to be tough at this time, Potter?" Snape clenched his wand tightly, but the words he spoke were still sneering,

"Do you really think of yourself as the savior of the wizarding world, who can easily turn danger into a disaster, no matter what you face?"

However, Harry didn't hear what Snape said at all, and his mind was extremely focused-

"Stop!"

Harry didn't understand why he did it, and he didn't realize he had decided to do it. He didn't even wave his wand, but instead shouted at the black snake stupidly.

However, his seemingly silly actions were very effective, and a miracle happened-

In Harry's incredulous gaze, the black snake collapsed to the floor, docile and tame, as soft as a thick, black watering hose, its gaze fixed on Harry without aggression.

Looking at the image, Harry felt his fear disappear little by little.

He knew that the snake would not attack anyone again...... As for how he knew, he couldn't say it himself.

But Harry at least knew he had won!

He cracked his mouth and grinned, looking up at Malfoy, trying to see the unwilling, angry, and irritable emotions on his face.

Malfoy, however, didn't show Harry's imaginary expression, but instead took a step back with a mixture of confusion and confusion.

Snape stepped forward and waved his wand—

"Viperaevanea."

The black snake turned into a wisp of black smoke and vanished.

Snape looked at him with a look that surprised Harry: a very surprising, very meaningful gaze that Harry did not like.

He was also vaguely aware that the crowd under the stage was whispering and talking about him in private.

Harry stared blankly at Professor Dracula, who was walking towards him, and had a lot to ask, wondering what had happened when he was too busy dealing with the Black Snake to react?

"Mr. Potter, come to my office, I have some questions for you." Dracula said.

His burgundy eyes were full of interest, even a little hot, and Harry's gaze was unconsciously trying to dodge.

Dracula, however, reached out and grabbed Harry from behind the hat of his school robe, lifting him up like a chicken cub.

"Professor Snape, I'm going to leave a few minutes early for today's dueling club meeting." Dracula turned his head to look at Snape and smiled pleasantly, "I'll leave the rest of the year's games to you."

"If you feel like you're overwhelmed by yourself, you can call Professor Flitwick over to help. Don't forget that he was the duel champion back then!"

….

After saying this, before Snape could agree, Dracula took Harry and disappeared in an instant.

"Wait......" Snape tried to retort, but he didn't have time to speak.

So, the corners of his mouth twitched, and then he turned his gaze viciously to the little wizards who were talking about it in the audience.

"Shut up!"

Snape poured out his anger at Dracula's students, "Tell me, is there any Frog caterpillar mucus seeping into your thick skulls? Or do you think the snake that Potter just dealt with has anything to do with you?"

"I'm now deeply suspicious of your wizards' identity—ear-to-ear, noisy,

Are you students studying magic at Hogwarts or parrots eating on the owl tower?!"

「……」

The young wizards shuddered and fell silent, and Snape on stage began his reprimand without spitting out a single dirty word and carrying a gun and a stick.

……

In the Defence Against the Dark Arts professor's office, Dracula and Harry's figures suddenly appeared.

As soon as he returned to the office, Dracula snapped his fingers impatiently.

When I flew to the principal's office, I opened the window that had not been closed until now, and then the heavy curtains were automatically closed, blocking out the stars outside the window.

There weren't a few lights in the office, so the light suddenly dimmed.

Dracula's attention was on Harry, who had no idea about the lighting in the office because of his vampire's dark habits.

He waved casually, and a chair on the side of the office moved sideways, straight behind Harry.

Harry was then pressed down in a chair by Dracula.

Looking at Dracula's excited, even somewhat fiery gaze, his heart was very flustered.

'What is the professor going to do to me when he suddenly takes me into his office, closes the windows, closes the curtains, and doesn't light the lights?!' He was thinking about it in a panic as he thought about what he could do to escape.

Harry then discovered that a professor as powerful as Professor Dracula would not give him a chance to escape......

Harry closed his eyes in resignation.

He felt Professor Dracula's slender fingers press on his shoulder—

"So you're also a descendant of Salazar, Potter?" Dracula asked softly.

Hearing Dracula's question, Harry opened his eyes in a daze.

"Huh? Salazar? Who is that?"

"Salazar Slytherin, one of the four founders of Hogwarts." "Talking to snakes is Salazar Slytherin's signature skill, and one of his proudest skills."

"Why do you think the symbol of Slytherin House is a snake?"

Dracula stared into Harry's eyes in a deep tone.

"You're a snake veteran, Potter."

"What am I?" Harry didn't hear the strange word "snake old man" and was still confused.

"Old Snake!" Dracula repeated, "The ability to talk to snakes is called snake talk!"

….

"I see!" Harry's eyes moved, and he suddenly thought of something from more than a year ago, "I mean, this is the second time I've done this. Once at the zoo, I accidentally released a big python, and the python pounced on my cousin Dudley......

"It's a long story, but I remember when the python told me that it had never been to Brazil, as the animal name card says, and I felt sorry for it and unknowingly released it...... But I really didn't mean to! At that time, I didn't even know I was a wizard......

Speaking of which, Harry felt a little flustered, "After I received my acceptance letter, I learned that I was a wizard, and I thought ...... Many people in the wizarding world can do that."

"Oh, they can't," Dracula chuckled softly, "It's not a common skill, Potter, it's almost only a Slytherin offspring."

"But I'm not!" Harry hurriedly argued.

A panic arose in his mind that he couldn't explain.

Long before the Sorting House, Harry had a certain understanding of the four houses through different channels.

For example, Hagrid once told him that Voldemort, who killed his parents, came from Slytherin; In addition, Draco Malfoy, who he met at Madame Morkin's clothing store, also gave him the impression that most of Slytherin's wizards were conceited, arrogant, and unfriendly.

Later, on the Hogwarts Express, Ron, his first friend of his age, told him that Slytherin was still a place where dark wizards were common, which made him discourage him from going to Slaytering.

Later, when he was in the Sorting House, Harry kept thinking to himself, "No Slytherin, no Slytherin......

The Sorting Hat listened to him and assigned him to Gryffindor, which put Harry at ease.

As it turned out, Harry's rivals after coming to Hogwarts, such as Malfoy and Snape, were both Slytherins, so he never regretted his decision not to go to Slytherin.

And now Professor Dracula tells him that he is a descendant of Slytherin's founders?

Harry said he couldn't accept it.

"It's not that you say you're not a Slytherin descendant, so I'm sure you're not." "You'll find it hard to prove that – Salazar lived about a thousand years ago, and from what I know now, you're probably a descendant of him."

Harry opened his mouth to say that he really wasn't, but he didn't know how to refute it.

"But......" Dracula turned.

「！」 Hope burned in Harry's eyes.

"But...... You're lucky that I happen to have a way to tell your relationship with Salazar!" Dracula smiled with interest, admiring Harry's look of surprise as he went from panic to surprise, "If you want to understand this relationship, you need me to collect some of your blood."

"No problem, Professor!" Harry raised his arm very aggressively, and consciously rolled up his sleeve, "By the way, there doesn't seem to be a needle in the wizarding world for drawing blood......

….

"Syringes? I don't need this useless thing." Dracula smiled contemptuously and pulled a small, delicate crystal bottle out of his pocket.

The crystal bottle is elongated overall, and the lower part is somewhat similar to the test tube in the Muggle world, but there is one more thing in the mouth of the bottle - a cute little white bat with only half of its body left!

The little bat flapped its small wings and flew up with the crystal bottle, then pressed its small, sharp side teeth against Harry's arm and nibbled lightly.

Harry felt a slight tingling sensation in his arm, but it didn't hurt at all.

Then, the bright red blood flowed down from the half-part of the little bat's body and poured into the small crystal bottle.

When the volume of blood reached the height of more than half a crystal bottle, the little bat pulled the tooth from Harry's arm, flapped its wings, and left Harry's arm with the crystal bottle.

Harry subconsciously tried to cover the wound with his hands, but found that the two shallow tooth marks had healed quickly, and in a blink of an eye, they were back to normal, as smooth as if they had never been wounded.

"Professor, I always feel like you're pretty skilled at drawing blood......" Harry grumbled.

"Are you skilled? Probably." Dracula shrugged casually, reaching out to take the half of the small white bat that flapped its wings and the small crystal bottle beneath it.

In fact, Dracula had already been a little curious about Harry's body composition when he saw Harry in the forbidden area where the Philosopher's Stone was kept, when he came into contact with Quirrell and turned him to ashes.

After that incident, Dracula and Dumbledore had a long conversation, confirming that the reason why Harry was able to survive Voldemort's Curse was actually because of the bloodline magic that Harry's mother, Lily Potter, had placed on him.

As a result, Dracula became even more interested in the magic that Lily Potter had applied to Harry's blood, and even Harry's blood, so he almost sucked his blood directly!

It's a pity that Dumbledore has been guarding against Dracula's movements, which makes it difficult for him to succeed.

But today it's different-

Harry showed his talent for being a serpent in public. This skill in conversing with snakes almost shows that he is a descendant of Salazar Slytherin, one of the founders of Hogwarts!

To check if Harry was a Slytherin or not

's offspring, it's reasonable to have a blood test, right? Even if Dumbledore was the Headmaster, he couldn't find fault with his approach!

What's more, making Harry a Slytherin offspring didn't live up to Dumbledore's expectations of him.

Dracula certainly can't miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!

So, he managed to collect Harry's blood from the little bat crystal bottle.

In the dimly lit Defence Against the Dark Arts professor's office, Degu stretched out his hand and gently took the crystal bottle from beneath the little bat.

He pinched the bottle, scrutinizing Harry's blood in the bottle.

Meanwhile, Harry was gritting his teeth with a blank journal in his arms......

Since Harry was going to the Dueling Club today, he thought of the journal that taught him a lot about Defence Against the Dark Arts and took it with him.

….

It was precisely because of Harry's decision that Tom Riddle's Horcrux diary saw the scene where Dracula easily got Harry's blood, and he almost vomited blood with grief and anger -

Why was the blood of Harry Potter, which he couldn't get his hands on with all his might, so easily obtained by others?

No, it can't even be said to be easy, it's clearly a free gift.

Harry donated blood completely voluntarily, and even rolled up his sleeves himself!

The diary Riddle was overwhelmed with grief and indignation, and his emotions were almost crazy. But he was very afraid of being discovered by the terrible Dracula in front of him, and he didn't dare to reveal the slightest emotion.

So he could only stay in the pocket of Harry's arms and be angry.

The diary was clearly overthinking.

Dracula was in no mood to observe a notebook in Harry's arms at this time, and all his attention was drawn to the blood in the crystal bottle.

As if he felt that the little bat on the mouth of the bottle was a bit of a problem, Dracula grabbed its head, pulled it out of the bottle with a "poof", and then tossed it aside.

After freeing up space at the mouth of the bottle, Dracula began to observe Harry's blood intently in the crystal bottle.

As for the little bat that was tossed aside, it flapped its wings a few times in fright, dragged half of its body through the air, and got back into Dracula's pocket on its own......

Harry watched this scene with tears and laughter, and inexplicably felt that the little bat, which was only half of its body left, was a little pitiful.

So he hesitated for a moment and asked, "Professor, did you raise that bat just now?" Isn't that cruel to treat it like that......

At this point, Harry's heart was a little tangled.

He didn't want to believe that Professor Dracula, whom he admired, would abuse a small animal, but the facts were in front of him—

Professor Dracula dismantled the body of a bat in half, used it as a tool to extract blood, and threw it away when it was used up, it was cruel!

'Is Professor Moral Gula really a cruel and ruthless person, as some young wizards have guessed?' , Harry thought to himself.

"Excuse me, what did you just say?"

Dracula was intently studying Harry's blood when he heard Harry's question and glanced up at him, "You said this bat?"

He took the poor little bat out of his pocket again, and took the bat wing on one side, and let it dangle in the air.

"That's right, Professor!" Harry looked at Dracula's indifferent movements and plucked up his courage to say, "I think even a bat can feel pain and shouldn't be treated like this!"

"I've heard Hagrid say that because we're wizards, it's understandable that we always use the characteristics of animals and the abilities of magical animals to improve our lives. But we must also be considerate of the difficulties of animals, and we must not abuse animals!"

Dracula finally raised his head and looked at Harry with the same eyes as if he were retarded.

"I...... Am I not right?" Looking at Dracula's eyes, Harry instantly lost the confidence he had just had, and asked weakly.

"I just want to say...... Have you ever seen a bat that has lost half of its body and survived well?"

Dracula looked away from Harry and pouted in disgust.

….

"Huh? Isn't that what it is?" Harry asked, puzzled.

"If you want it, then this bat will be given to you." Dracula casually threw half of the little bat into Harry's arms, a playful smile on his lips, "I suggest you take a closer look at what this thing is before deciding if you want to raise it!"

Dracula pronounced the word "raise" very heavily.

Harry quickly picked the little bat out of his arms and looked at it in front of him.

He found that the bat's body was hollow, and it didn't have any organs or internal organs in its body except for its full head, wings, and small half of its body!

No, it still has an organ in its body - a small straw.

"How the hell did it survive......" Harry looked over and over at the little bat's body, puzzled.

"Haven't you noticed yet?" Dracula finally looked up and looked at Harry with a helpless gaze, "It's not a creature at all, Potter, it's just an alchemy product for drawing blood......

"Ah......h......hh I'm sorry, Professor...... I misunderstood you......

"Forget it, it's not a big problem." Dracula was in a good mood given that he had received Harry's blood today, so he didn't bother him much, "But I suggest you learn something useful when you go back, and don't make a fuss about everything you see all day......

Harry nodded his head to show that he understood.

"It's good to get it." Dracula waved his hand casually, "Put away that bat that blood-drawing bat, it's not the point of today......

He leaned down suddenly, put his hand on Harry's shoulder again, and whispered, "You really have a good mother, Potter."

"What...... My mother?" Harry's eyes widened and his emotions became extremely agitated, "Professor, do you know my mother?!"

[I have known an old book friend for ten years to recommend to me to chase books, @

"I see, Professor." He stood up from his chair, then turned and walked towards the office door.

Harry looked at the alchemy bat in his hand, thought for a moment, and tucked it into his chest pocket, placing it with Riddle's journal.

When he took his hand out, he accidentally brought out a reverse cross pendant.

"Wait a minute!"

Dracula suddenly shouted.

……

……

Hogwarts Bloodline Professor.

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