Dracula opened his eyes and saw a clump of hair as red as fire.

"See, sure enough, my method is the most useful!" Ron Weiss came to see Dracula open his eyes and jump up in excitement.

Immediately afterward, a large group of ghosts and young wizards surrounded them.

"Professor, what happened to you?" Harry asked worriedly, "You suddenly closed your eyes just now, and your expression was frighteningly cold!"

"Professor Dracula, just now you suddenly had a lot of killing intent...... Helena said.

In order to protect Dracula's identity, she did not use the title 'uncle' this time, "It feels like ...... It's as if you want to wipe out everyone around you! We were all terrified."

"Professor Dracula, you must have just turned into a ghost and didn't react." The stocky and chubby Myrtle floated over, "It was the same when I first died, but I recovered after being sober in that toilet bowl for a while!"

As she spoke, Myrtle kept giving Dracula a look.

The idea of having Dracula share a flush toilet with her has not been dismissed by Myrtle to this day......

Dracula directly ignored the myrtle next to him, turned his head and shook his head at Harry's three young wizards, as well as Helena, Nick and other ghosts.

"I'm sorry for you, I'm fine." He whispered, "I just thought of something, and I was a little out of shape."

"Professor, are you really okay?" Hermione, standing between Harry and Ron, asked with concern, "Is the ghost party too dark and affecting your mood?" Would you like to go back and rest for a while?"

Hearing Hermione's words implicitly dissatisfied with the ghost party, Nick, who was almost headless, glanced at her with some displeasure.

To Nick's surprise, Dracula actually nodded.

"It's good to go back and get some rest." He said.

Dracula then greeted Nick and Helena, and turned to walk out of the basement classroom where the ghosts were.

"Professor, wait for us!" Harry, Ron, and Hermione hurriedly followed.

As the host of today's ghost party, Nick, who was almost headless, shrugged helplessly as he looked at the wizards who left one after another.

"Well, there's not a single person left tonight." He said to the ghosts around him, "I'm sorry for them, the next show is the headless hunters' overhead hockey show."

At the mention of the performance of the Headless Hunters, Nick, who was almost headless, suddenly became depressed, and forgot on the spot that there was no living person at the 500th anniversary death party to last to the end.

"Hey, I've found you, Patrick Podmore. You won't let me join the Headless Hunters, and I haven't settled my account with you yet!"

He sped towards a headless ghost with his head in his arms, entangled with him.

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On the other side, Dracula sent Harry's three young wizards to the auditorium to enjoy the pudding that had not been removed from the Halloween dinner, and walked to the headmaster's office by himself.

Dumbledore and Snape had been waiting there for a long time.

….

"We're coming to a climax on our mission today, two." Dracula looked at Dumbledore and Snape, who had solemn faces, and slowly curled the corners of his mouth.

In a few minutes before and after, he hooked the corners of his mouth twice, but it was a completely different feeling.

On the isolated island of Azkaban, Dracula's desire to have fun is inadvertently retracted to the depths of his heart under the influence of the Dementors' strange abilities. With the pleasure completely lost, he couldn't find that feeling even if he wanted to hook the corners of his mouth.

Although it only lasted a few minutes, Dracula found the joy again and experienced a drastic difference.

He silently sentenced the Dementors to death in his mind.

"Now it's your turn, Professor Snape." Dracula looked at Snape's sallow face and smiled with interest, "Our plan can't we

It's up to you to go smoothly!"

After saying this, Dracula ignored the reactions of Dumbledore and Snape, and was not worried about whether the plan would be completed.

He snapped his fingers slightly, and his body dissipated as a point of light......

The next moment, Dracula's vision suddenly changed.

He saw a cold moonlight, and the moonlit fortress of Azkaban, and the black mist scattered on all sides—

At this time, on the isolated island where Azkaban was, Voldemort had already fled the scene while Dracula was slaughtering Dementors.

The Death Eaters who fought against the Ministry of Magic had some advantages at first, but when they sensed Voldemort's departure through the Dark Mark mark, they instantly lost their courage and motivation to fight the enemy, and began to flee towards the sea without the Anti-Apparition Illusion Charm.

After leaving some of the Death Eaters captured by the Aurors, most of the Death Eaters managed to escape the lonely island.

Approaching the fortress of Azkaban, Dracula's body still hung in the moonlight, and the corners of his mouth curled in an icy arc.

"Did I let you go?" He looked at the scattered Dementors and whispered.

Dracula then withdrew his sharp nails and pulled his wand out of his pocket.

"Let me think about what kind of magic should I use to destroy you pests......

Dracula pondered, unconsciously playing with his wand. The pure black staff body rotated flexibly back and forth between his white and slender fingers.

"Yes, I should remember the spell." He suddenly laughed indifferently, and at the same time, it was as if all the dark aura had been suppressed in the deepest part of Dracula's body.

Under the moonlight, there was no trace of darkness around Dracula, his silver hair of the same color as the moonlight swayed in the wind, his eyes were slightly dark, and his right hand raised his wand and pointed diagonally at the night sky.

Unlike his awe-inspiring appearance in the past, he now uncharacteristically released a bit of pure and holy aura.

"Huh...... Don't you like to soak up my fun? Then suck it up!"

"Calling the gods—guarding—(expe)!"

The tip of Dracula's wand suddenly erupted in a silvery glow that shone brighter than the moonlight, illuminating the entire isolated island where Azkaban was.

In the dazzling silver light, it seems that more and more silver-white bats are flapping their wings and soaring in the night that is illuminated in an instant.

….

After a brief gathering, the bats dispersed in an instant, shining silver light on all parts of the island, even encompassing a large area of the sea outside the island.

The silver light shone on the sparkling water waves, and each piece was swaying and shining, and it was extremely beautiful.

Silver-white bats flew through the air as if draped in a silver veil, scattering at breakneck speed to every corner of the island, encircling the scattered and scattered Dementors before banishing them into a concentrated area.

Instinctively, the Dementors realized something was wrong, and flew around with unease, but they couldn't break the bright silver light.

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Just like the fireworks of white and silver, they instantly cut through the dark night, and they are like epiphany blooming in the middle of the night, bright and bright.

In such an isolated island occupied by clouds and storms all year round, this different kind of fireworks is simply breathtakingly beautiful!

On the ground, Tonks watched the scene with starry eyes.

"Wow—that's pretty too, isn't it?" Her hair turned silver unconsciously, and she shouted excitedly, "Instructor Moody, come and watch the fireworks together!"

If it were normal, Tonks's fuss would probably be reprimanded by Moody again.

But today Moody didn't care about educating the trainee Auror, and he was now even more horrified than Tonks!

"This can't ......," Moody muttered.

In his left eye socket was a magic eye, large, round, a vivid bright blue, which was spinning and turning.

Moody tried to see through this illusory scene with his invincible eyes, and he couldn't believe that a dark creature like Dracula could wield such a powerful Patronus Charm, and he couldn't believe that a species classified as "non-existent" like the Dementors could be artificially destroyed.

"It can't be...... Only those who are pure in heart and happy in their hearts can cast the Patronus Charm on ......," he muttered.

"Who decreed that only those who were pure in heart could cast the Patronus Charm?" A voice rang out suddenly.

It was rare for Moody not to remain vigilant and not notice that Dracula had landed beside the two of them.

Startled, he nervously raised his hand to attack Dracula, only to find that the wand he had held in his hand had already been thrown into the muddy dirt by Voldemort's disarming charm.

….

"Why are you so nervous?" Dracula smiled with interest when he saw Moody's performance, "Mr. Moody, right? Are you the ones who set the requirements for the use of the Patronus Charm?"

"It's common knowledge in the wizarding world!" Seeing that he didn't have the ability to do anything, Moody could only say viciously, "The Patronus Charm is a sacred magic that has a strong purifying effect on dark wizards and dark magic creatures, and many dark wizards will be devoured by the Patronus they cast themselves in their attempts without knowing the height of the sky."

"I'm going to have to correct you, Mr. Moody—" Dracula clasped his hands over his chest and chuckled, "First of all, I'm not one of those dark wizards who don't have a lot of skills, don't compare me to them!"

"Secondly, how do you assume that my heart is not pure? Is it because of the dark aura I unleashed earlier?"

Moody's words froze for a moment.

He suddenly realized that Dracula had completely lost all the dark aura from his body at this time, and it was a world different from the way he had been when he had slaughtered Dementors with ferocity.

"Isn't it pure enough that the only thought that exists in my heart is the pleasure of taking back me?" Dracula whispered, "Other than that, it's enough to make me happy enough to destroy those abominable Dementors. Isn't that enough for me to cast the Patronus Charm?"

He tapped Moody on the shoulder with a meaningful look, then turned and walked over to Tonks, who had a sparkle in his eyes and a look of adoration.

"What a coincidence, this warm-hearted lady. We meet again." Dracula chuckled and said to Tonks, "Thank you for telling me the exact time last time, or I might have been fooled by an old guy who likes to make things bad."

"No...... You're welcome......" Tonks stammered.

Then she glanced up at Dracula and asked curiously, "...... you Are you really the source of that vast expanse of darkness?"

Dracula raised an eyebrow with interest and chuckled, "That's right. What, are you going to take me away?"

"Ahhh............h We can't catch you in the whole Ministry of Magic combined, can we?"

"Tonks, talk less!" Moody finally retrieved his wand and crutch and stepped closer

Roared angrily.

"I'm telling the truth......" Tonks pouted to himself.

"I'll teach you a lesson when I go back!"

Moody glared at her viciously with his normal right eye, then turned his head and looked at Dracula with a wide magic eye, "Mr. Dracula, I heard that the new Defence Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts is called Professor Dracula......

"That's right, it's me." Dracula nodded.

"Well, now that you're a professor at Hogwarts, it looks like Albus is willing to trust you." Moody said solemnly, "Since he believes in you, then our Auror office will not embarrass you again."

"It's not that I can't catch people, I want to find my own ...... to go down the stairs," Tonks muttered to himself beside him.

Although she was talking to herself, her voice was just enough for both Dracula and Moody to hear.

Moody's face was as black as coal, and he forcibly pretended not to hear, and continued, "Professor Dracula, I need to warn you that the Dementors are under the control of the Ministry of Magic, and your actions against the Dementors are actually an attack on the employees of the Ministry of Magic."

"Oh? Do you still want to avenge them?" Dracula asked with a blank face.

"I didn't mean that. I'm just going to say that this creature usually can't be physically killed." Moody's said, "Even if you just burned them with flames, as long as there are negative emotions in the world, they will never be completely destroyed."

"In other words...... Dracula, what you've just done probably won't have the desired effect, but will only exacerbate the tension between you and the die-hard politicians of the Ministry of Magic!"

"So what?" Dracula smiled profusely.

"I'm happy."

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