Hogwarts vampire professor - Chapter 289
c288 he’s not dead yet
On the other side, earlier.
At the edge of the Quidditch pitch at Hogwarts, Snape, who originally didn’t pay much attention to the game, suddenly stood up and hurriedly pulled Dumbledore away from the judges’ table to a deserted corner outside the maze.
“Do you know what happened in the maze?” he asked urgently.
“What’s wrong, Severus?” Dumbledore asked strangely, “Did you notice anything wrong?”
Snape violently rolled up the wide sleeve of his left arm, revealing the hot, red Dark Mark.
“This is…” Dumbledore’s expression also became serious.
“This is the Dark Lord summoning his servants!” Snape said seriously, with unconcealed annoyance on his face, “He is back, Headmaster, at this time! No one here knows whether Potter is there or not. When something goes wrong!”
Dumbledore’s expression finally changed.
“Where is Professor Dracula?” he asked quickly. “Isn’t he always on the maze? If he is here, the chance of something happening to Harry is not high…”
“In addition, when Voldemort summons the Death Eaters, you should respond immediately… With what happened to Tom before, he should trust you more than other Death Eaters. Don’t waste this trust.”
“No, he told me to stay in Hogwarts at that time. I can say that there is no way for me to escape your attention…” Snape said with an ugly face, “Now I want to know even more what happened in the maze. .”
At this moment, a strange little girl with half white and half black hair suddenly fell from the sky.
“You are the principal of this school, right?” She asked, looking up and down at Dumbledore’s long white hair and beard.
“Yes, you are…?” Dumbledore asked doubtfully.
He could clearly feel that the little girl in front of him had different magic than the wizard, and the dark meaning was very obvious. She looked like a… vampire.
“It doesn’t matter who I am. Anyway, he asked me to be a temporary security officer, so I came over.” Serena said casually, “I originally wanted to go to the judges’ table to talk to the principal about something, but I couldn’t find him. Fortunately, I I came over after hearing someone talking here.”
“Excuse me, this ‘he’ is talking about Professor Dracula, right?” Dumbledore asked politely.
“Who else could it be besides him?” Serena curled her lips, “They threw me here as a temporary security officer without even explaining it clearly, and there was such a heavy workload right from the start…”
“Wait, you mean, Dracula is not here now?” Snape’s expression suddenly froze.
“Well, he suddenly had other things to be busy with.” Serena said matter-of-factly.
As she spoke, she clapped her hands.
Only then did Dumbledore and Snape notice that two people who had been floating behind Selina were now placed on the ground in front of them.
“I picked up these two little guys in that maze, and now they are handed over to you.” Serena said.
Judging from appearance alone, Serena was younger than Fleur and John, but she referred to the two warriors as “little ones”, which made Snape feel awkward and inconsistent.
“These two are… Miss Delacour, Mr. Kowalski?” Dumbledore didn’t care about Serena’s age. He looked at the two people on the ground and asked Serena, “In Crewe Will anything happen to them after Mr. Mu…”
Dumbledore frowned tightly.
“I’m afraid there are some problems here… I don’t think there is anything in the maze that Mr. Kowalski can’t even cast the red spark.”
Then, he looked at Serena with a solemn expression and asked: “Madam, when you saw these two warriors, what was their state like?”
“This girl must have been in a coma for a long time. She was already like this when I got there.” Serena said thoughtfully, “As for this boy, he was attacking two other boys…”
“Don’t worry, wait until I finish… I guess he was controlled by the Imperius Curse, so I knocked him out and brought him out.”
“The game was going on so well, how could we suddenly be controlled by the Imperius Curse?” Dumbledore asked in a deep voice, “Where are the other two warriors? How are they?”
“They were not far away from the trophy. After I help them get rid of the boy controlled by the Imperius Curse, the game should be over soon,” Serena said.
Then, she suddenly froze for a moment, “Hey, why is the competition not over yet? I remember it took a long time to find you… Does it take so long to distinguish who gets the trophy?”
Dumbledore and Snape looked at each other, the same words clearly written in their eyes——
problem occurs!
“Why did Dracula leave at this time?” Snape suddenly looked at Selina and asked word for word, “Wasn’t he the one who said he would take good care of the contestants?”
“I don’t know what he said to you.” Serena put her hands on her hips and said dissatisfied, “And what do you mean? Do you think I’m not enough of a security guard for him?”
“You can think that’s what I meant,” Snape said coldly.
Serena was not someone to be trifled with. She was used to being the acting leader of the vampire clan, and was used to being strong and retributive. Naturally, she could not allow Snape to question her.
Then, her eyes turned cold, and with a snap of her fingers, a bat burning with white flames quietly attacked Snape.
“Severus, now is not the time to argue.” Dumbledore suddenly stood up and broke the tense atmosphere, “I think it’s time for your mark to come in handy. We need to go meet the Dark Lord for a while. ”
He moved half a step without leaving a trace, raised his hand lightly to extinguish the flames on the bat, and handed it back to Serena.
Serena’s eyes widened in surprise when she saw her magic being easily erased.
She had always known that the headmaster of Hogwarts was very powerful, but she didn’t expect him to be so powerful… Just from the hand he showed just now, it could be seen that he was at least on the same level as Dracula.
“Nice to meet you, this unknown lady.” Dumbledore smiled gently and said to Serena, “We did not entertain you well today, but there are really other urgent things to do. I hope you can be considerate.”
Dumbledore said nothing more. When he looked at Snape again, his expression returned to seriousness.
Snape nodded, feeling the call of the Dark Mark on the inside of his left arm, and led Dumbledore out of the corner of the maze.
Just when Dumbledore was about to call Phoenix Fawkes over and take them to the place where Voldemort summoned the Death Eaters, a gust of wind suddenly came from high in the sky.
Dumbledore raised his head and saw the Final Four Cup flying over quickly with Harry and Cedric, and landed on the central lawn surrounded by spectators.
A sound came from the audience, and they thought the final champion had finally appeared, and they gave out bursts of cheers.
But when the first person found Cedric lying motionless on the ground with his eyes blank, the cheers weakened and turned into an uproar.
Snape and Dumbledore quickly walked forward and came to Harry and Cedric’s side.
“Harry, Harry!”
Dumbledore helped Harry up from the lawn, looked down at him through his semicircular glasses, and was slightly relieved to see that he seemed to have no other problems except for the wound on his leg.
Harry opened his eyes.
He saw the starry night sky and Principal Dumbledore in front of him.
He was surrounded by dark figures, all crowding towards him, and the ground beneath him seemed to be shaking slightly with their footsteps.
Harry let go of the cup, but held Cedric tighter. He grabbed Dumbledore’s wrist with his free hand. Dumbledore’s face was sometimes clear and sometimes blurred in the hazy tears.
“Professor, hurry up, Cedric may not be dead yet!” He choked and said, “It was Voldemort who did it…Voldemort is back.”
“What’s wrong? What happened?” At this moment, the upside-down face of Cornelius Fudge, the British Minister of Magic, appeared in front of Harry. His face was pale and he looked terrified.
The Minister of Magic was originally going to come here to award the final award and deliver an impassioned speech, but the scene in front of him cast a haze over his originally beautiful mood.
This Four-wizard Tournament was specially organized by Fudge in order to stabilize his political position. If someone died during the tournament… Fudge couldn’t imagine what kind of setbacks his political career would suffer.
“Merlin…Digory!” he said with a pale face, “Dumbledore, is he…is he dead?”
Dumbledore said nothing, but pulled Cedric over with a solemn expression and reached out to feel his pulse.
“His heart has stopped.” Dumbledore’s face became heavier.
He took out his wand and cast several complex and powerful healing spells on Cedric, but none of them worked.
“Severus, what can you do?”
Dumbledore looked at Snape who came with him and asked softly.
“You should have judged…he is dead.” Snape said expressionlessly, but his eyes also seemed a little dark, “I don’t know why his soul has not dispersed, but his body has completely died.”
“No…how is that possible!” Harry still held Cedric’s wrist tightly, his eyes filled with tears involuntarily, “He is clearly wearing an amulet made by Professor Dracula. The amulet can protect me from the Cruciatus Curse. , it should also be able to withstand the life-killing curse…”
Dumbledore’s eyes moved, and sure enough he found two identical reverse cross pendants on Cedric’s neck.
Both pendants were as red as blood.
“They have all taken effect. They should have resisted a powerful black magic respectively.” Dumbledore said softly.
“Two talismans…” Harry murmured, “Yes, Cho Chang should have given her pendant to Cedric as well. How could something happen to Cedric?”
“Harry, the Death Curse is different from any other black magic.” Dumbledore said in a deep voice, “The Death Curse is a spell that works on a rule level and cannot be completely resisted by any defensive spell.”
“But…Professor Dracula…” Harry still refused to accept his fate.
Obviously this glimmer of hope has just arisen, how could it be extinguished so easily?
“That’s enough, Harry, let him go.” Fudge stood nearby and said, “Amos Diggory is coming, let his father take another look at him.”
Fudge began to pull Harry’s fingers, trying to get him to let go of Cedric’s “body”, but Harry still held on tightly.
Then Dumbledore’s face came closer, still unclear.
“Harry, you can’t help him anymore, it’s over. Let go,” he said.
“It was obviously a trap aimed at me…” Harry murmured in a low voice, “Why did it happen to be Cedric who was hurt… It’s all my fault, I shouldn’t have suggested that two people win together…”
“It’s okay, Harry, I don’t blame you.” Dumbledore said softly, “Let go…”
Dumbledore leaned down and helped Harry to his feet with extraordinary strength for a thin old man. Harry was swaying, his head felt like a hammer was hitting him, and his injured legs could not support the weight of his body.
He looked around and saw Amos Diggory, who had had a double relationship, throwing himself next to Cedric, and a witch crying loudly… and many girls from Hogwarts also Sobbing quietly.
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When Dracula solved the trouble of Andros and dealt with the despicable Herbo’s matter, what he saw after coming back was such a sad picture everywhere.
“Who can tell me what happened?” Dracula casually grabbed a sobbing girl who was hiding in a deserted place and asked with a frown.
“Professor Dracula, where have you been just now?” The girl who was pulled sobbed and cried to Dracula, “Cedric…Cedric…he is dead! It was clear that before the game I I have put my amulet on him, I just hope nothing happens to him…”
Only then did Dracula notice that the girl he grabbed was actually Cedric’s girlfriend, a fifth-year Ravenclaw student, Autumn Zhang.
“Where is he?” Dracula’s face darkened and became extremely scary, “Tell me where Cedric is now!”
Qiu Zhang wiped away her tears and pointed to the center of the lawn.
Dracula’s figure disappeared from the spot and instantly appeared on the grassland surrounded by the crowd.
“Get out of my way!”
As his cold words fell, the dense crowd was suddenly pushed aside by an irresistible force, leaving a wide passage for Dracula.
Dracula walked up to Cedric and looked at Amos Diggory and Mrs. Diggory who were crying bitterly.
“Let him go first, you two.” He took a deep breath and said in a low tone,
“He’s not dead yet.”
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