In the face of Dracula's questioning, the hooded figure did not respond, but slowly raised the wand in his hand, which looked like an ordinary branch.

A smile tugged at the corners of Dracula's lips as he raised his wand.

In the next moment, two different colored spells, one black and one red, were cast at the same time, slamming into each other.

A violent gust of wind centered on the place where the spell collided, spreading outward, blowing the robes behind Dracula and the hooded man's cloak into a hunting sound.

The two spells froze for a moment, and the pitch-black beam cast by Dracula gradually gained a slight upper hand, slowly pushing the opposite pillar of crimson light in the direction of the Hooded Man's wand.

"Are you just that?" Dracula chuckled and raised his left hand to cast another spell without a wand, crushing the enemy on the other side in one fell swoop.

However, the Hooded Man's next move was completely unexpected!

The hooded man seemed to anticipate that Dracula would use his left hand to make up for the spell, and before Dracula could raise his hand, he flicked his wand violently, deflecting the two stalemate spells away from their original direction and throwing them to the side of his body.

Like an unpredictable prophet, the spell flung to the side coincided with the spell cast by Dracula's left hand, interfering with the spell's operation, allowing him to narrowly avoid the thunderous onslaught.

However, in Dracula's view, the hooded man's dodge may not be called dangerous, but it should be said that there is no superfluous action...... An attack that can be dodged by taking half a step, and there is no need to take a full step!

The next move of the hooded man confirms Dracula's conjecture.

After dodging the spell, without the slightest pause, the hooded man keenly took advantage of the almost imperceptible gap between Dracula's attacks, and instantly changed his form and appeared behind Dracula.

Dracula was a little surprised, but he also reacted quickly to prop up a barrier behind his back that could interfere with the transmission of mana for a short time.

No matter what kind of magic it is, it will be affected by this barrier and completely deviate from its original course.

However, the hooded man was once again unpredictable, and instead of using any magic, he raised his left hand and blasted his fist at Dracula.

A look of surprise appeared in Dracula's eyes, then he sneered and raised a palm to meet the opposite fist.

It's really rare that there are still people in the wizarding world who would choose to compete with the vampire Count for physical strength!

So is this a werewolf?

Dracula curiously glanced at the figure wrapped in a cloak, and felt that although he was not thin, he was still far from the exaggerated physique of a werewolf.

What's more, it's not the night of the full moon, and the werewolf's physical abilities can't be brought into play at all.

He didn't get distracted anymore and was ready to grab his opponent's fist and grab him straight away. Just take off his hood and everything will fall into place.

The slender white palm collided with the thickly gloved fist, and the slender fingers bent slightly towards the fist wrapped in the glove.

However, the next moment, an incredible look appeared in Dracula's eyes. ….

A powerful force that was not inferior to him at all came from his opponent's fist, and with a momentum like a bamboo, Dracula, who completely despised his enemy, was pushed back several steps before stopping.

"Who the hell are you?"

The curiosity in Dracula's eyes was completely aroused, and he looked at the hooded man opposite, and the burgundy eyes seemed to be burning with scorching flames.

The hooded man remained silent, kicked out with a whip leg, and pressed forward with great force.

"Don't you want to say yes?" Dracula sneered and said casually, "It's okay, I'll reveal your true colors myself!"

As he spoke, he also raised a whip leg, which slammed into the hooded man's shin with a dull sound.

The force of the impact shook out from where the legs met, shaking the wet and muddy shore of the Black Lake into a hemispherical crater.

Lake

It took a long time to react, and it was not until the two of them left their position that they poured in, filling the big pit into a unique pond.

Dracula and the Hooded Man are still fighting.

The two of them tacitly did not use any magic, and their fists were fist-to-flesh, turning a duel in the wizarding world into a free fighting competition, but the damage caused was not at all lost to the magic duel of those top wizards, and even surpassed!

After a long time, the two tacitly separated from the scorching close combat, and both stood in place a little panting.

After Dracula completely let go of his underestimating enemies, the difference in strength and fighting skills between him and the hooded man were surprisingly similar, and it was difficult for the two to separate the winner from punches and kicks in a short period of time.

But what puzzled Dracula the most was not the similarity in strength and skill between the two, but the fact that the Hooded Man always had a prescient approach to martial arts to establish a lot of slight advantages for himself.

If this goes on for a long time and keeps using fists, Dracula has to admit that after a few days like this, the probability of the hooded man winning is much greater than his!

"You're really beyond my expectations, friend." Dracula calmed down the inexplicable emotions in his heart and laughed softly, "I haven't had this fun in a long time......

Even at this point, the hooded man still had no idea of speaking, just looked at Dracula quietly, and at the same time calmed his slightly scattered breath.

"Still don't want to reveal your identity?" Dracula clasped his hands around and chuckled, "Well, whoever you really are, what's the problem...... Next, I will find out who you really are."

Then, the wings behind Dracula's back suddenly stretched out and flapped slightly.

The wings drove Dracula into the air—the black wings swayed from time to time, the black and red robes fluttered with the breeze in the air, and Dracula clasped his hands on his chest and stared at the hooded man below, as if he had descended from heaven.

He snapped his fingers slightly.

The color of blood condensed behind him, as if a silky and silky blood flowed behind the wings, and then turned into a bright red river, which circled a graceful arc behind the black wings.

Dracula's silver hair fluttered in the wind, and his arms stretched forward. Behind him was the golden light of dawn at the end of the Black Lake, adding a bit of mystery to Dracula's countenance. ….

The blood-colored satin snaked in the direction of Dracula's slender fingers, gradually merging into a blood-colored water prison and invading towards the hooded man.

The hooded man looked at this scene and shook his head slightly, as if a chuckle came from under the hood, but he couldn't hear it clearly, and couldn't distinguish his voice.

The next moment, the hooded man also waved his wand.

As if held up by a magical force, the Black Lagoon lifted a huge curtain of water, pointing at the blood-colored dungeon cast by Dracula from afar, blending with it.

Transparent and clean water gradually appeared in the blood-colored silk, and the water ball in the air became larger and larger, more and more vast, and the blood and colorless flashed alternately, until this water prison occupied half of the sky, and then gradually stopped expanding and began to shrink.

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Casting spells on the Black Lake indiscriminately?" As soon as one of the toughest-looking merfolk burst out of the water, she shouted, "Several of our Grindylow have been cut in half, and one of the underwater houses has been destroyed by that magic."

"Stand up for me who casts spells indiscriminately! The wrath of our merfolk is not something you wizards can bear!"

At this moment, the most sturdy-looking mermaid suddenly felt his companion pull his sleeve.

"Don't drag me, I'm going to make these dastardly wizards feel the wrath of the merfolk!" Unaware of the problem, the mermaid shouted, "Hogwarts has already signed a treaty with us on the division of the Black Lake, and we are safeguarding our rights and interests normally!"

As he spoke, he finally looked up at the sky.

He saw a water dungeon that took up half of the sky, flickering alternately between blood and colorlessness, and the powerful aura contained in it was terrifying.

On either side of the water dungeon, a silver-haired man in black and red robes and a man covered in a red cloak and hood were suspended in mid-air, both of them manipulating the water dungeon while looking at the merfolk on the surface of the black lake with interest and malice.

The mermaid shuddered, as if it were not September, when the summer was still in full swing, but December and January, the coldest months of the year......

"That...... I suddenly don't feel like there's so much to be angry about." The mermaid changed her words in an instant, "I wonder which wizard cast the spell that added some new life and power to the silent black lake!" I want to thank him!" ….

Other Merfolk: "......"

……

Dracula and the Hooded Man ignored the clowns who popped up out of nowhere, quickly retracted their gaze, and then compressed and snatched the water prison between the two.

In the following time, the two of them went back and forth by the Black Lake, and countless spells flew into the air.

Dracula didn't know what the hooded man thought, but he did enjoy it.

This is basically the most hearty duel Dracula has ever fought in thousands of years.

Overall, the Hood Man seems to be inferior to Dracula.

It's not because he's not strong enough, it's that his wand seems to be too ordinary, and most of the magic he casts is very common, common, and decent, and rarely powerful with a strong personal character.

However, the Hooded Man seems to have an ability to predict the future, and is often able to predict the direction of Dracula's next move, and give very clever ways to deal with it.

In addition, his combat experience and reflexes are not inferior to Dracula, who has lived for more than a thousand years, and I don't know how he did it.

A few hours later, the sun in the sky completely rose from behind the distant mountains, hanging high in the air, casting a fiery red reflection on the surface of the Black Lake.

The sky was exceptionally clear and blue, and it was difficult to see a single cloud.

The bright sunlight made Dracula frown, and unconsciously raised his hand to cover his forehead.

He was about to open his mouth to propose a duel in another place, but the hooded man spoke for the first time since he came to the shore of the Black Lake.

"I'm running out of time." He said.

The hooded man's voice was indistinct, and his voice was distorted by unknown magic, making it completely inaudible to his true timbre.

Dracula struggled to make out what he meant, and looked up at him with some confusion.

"What does it mean to have time?" He asked softly.

The hooded man didn't say a second word, and shook his head slightly.

Then, his form twisted, and the apparition shifted away.

"Don't rush to leave, I haven't finished my question yet." Dracula's face turned cold.

He raised his hand and pulled out an illusory handprint, grabbing at the place where the hooded man's apparition vanished, trying to pull him back from the other end of the space.

However, the hooded man is still clinging

However, as in the battle, Dracula's interception was discovered by foresight.

In the last moments before his illusion left, a powerful iron armor spell blocked the space from fluctuating, and also blocked Dracula's illusory handprint.

Dracula was not willing to let him go like that, so he appeared in a flash where the hooded man disappeared, summoning a dark moon, extending in the direction of the spatial fluctuations, directly leading to the location of the hooded man's apparition.

However, just as the passage of his dark moon was about to be established, the corresponding spatial coordinates changed for a while, and then it was strongly disturbed.

Soon, Dracula completely lost the direction of the hooded man's departure......

「…… Who the hell is this messing up the space?" Dracula's brow furrowed, full of suspicion, "Why didn't the Anti-Apparition Shapeshift Charm work for him?"

He thought for a moment, then suddenly his eyes froze, and he took out an old, quaint piece of parchment from his pocket.

As long as the Wizard uses Apparition Shifter within Hogwarts, even if it can bypass the restrictions of the Anti-Apparition Charm, it will be recorded on the magic remnants of the Hogwarts Title Deed.

Dracula carefully observed the trail of magic on the title deed, looking at every part of the castle for even a trace of the hooded man.

However, before the Hooded Man could be found, he discovered another interesting thing.

"Huh? How can there be two Grangers in the castle?"

……

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