Professor Vampire.

Chapter 133: Chapter 133 Voldemort: So the undercover agent is really myself!

Just as Voldemort was about to throw his illusory body into the dazzling white potion in the crucible, Riddle suddenly stepped forward quickly, raised his hand and raised his wand——

"Flipendo!"

Voldemort's attention was all on the crucible in front of him at this time, and he had great trust in his split soul and did not pay any attention to it at all.

Caught off guard, he was suddenly hit by the repulsive spell and fell from the edge of the crucible.

"What are you doing?!"

Voldemort was furious, and looked at Riddle with scarlet eyes.

Looking at Riddle's unruly look, Voldemort suddenly realized at this time that Snape was not wrong at all, and the soul that he split out was the real undercover!

And the purpose of this soul fragment is exactly the resurrection potion that he desires so much!

"All of you come! Catch him!" Voldemort looked at the terrified Death Eaters and roared viciously.

At the same time, he also raised his wand and angrily cast countless angry spells at Riddle!

Although Voldemort threw the bones of his father, Tom Riddle Sr., into the crucible, and lost some of his physical strength, his strength was still not comparable to the soul fragments of Horcrux diary Riddle.

Riddle fell into a disadvantage as soon as he fought with him, and could only resist Voldemort's attack.

However, there was not only Voldemort here, more and more Death Eaters surrounded him and attacked Riddle.

The situation immediately became critical!

However, although Riddle obviously could not withstand the invasion of many spells, he did not show any panic, and there seemed to be other confidence in his eyes.

Sure enough, when he could no longer hold on, he suddenly shouted loudly-

"Professor Dracula, help me!"

Hearing this call for help, almost all the Death Eaters, even all the wizards present, including Voldemort, froze.

They subconsciously turned their heads left and right, trying to find the terrifying figure.

Voldemort also looked around nervously, and found that there was no Dracula, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Don't bluff, Tom, Dracula can't enter our base at all." A mocking smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, "This place is cast with the Fidelius spell. Unless I personally allow people to enter, no one can find the location of this bunker!"

"Oh? Is this true?" A mellow voice suddenly sounded.

"Of course!" Voldemort replied proudly.

However, the next moment, he showed an extremely surprised and even terrified expression, looking at the place where the sound came from.

I saw a silver-haired figure who had come here at some point. He was leaning against the door of the conference room, looking at Voldemort and the Death Eaters here with a smile.

"This is impossible!" Voldemort opened his scarlet eyes wide and looked at the direction of the conference room door in horror, "This is impossible... How could you enter a place where the Fidelius Charm was cast..."

"The Fidelius Charm is indeed very powerful, and there is almost no possibility of breaking it-" Dracula looked at Voldemort's panic expression with interest and laughed softly, "But it is still just a magic after all. As long as it is magic, there must be a way to deal with it."

"As far as I know, the mechanism of the Fidelius Charm is to hide a secret in the soul of a living person. As long as the secret keeper does not reveal it actively, then the secret will not be discovered, even if it is used "Mr. Voldemort, I don't know if you have forgotten, but you do not have only one soul--"

Dracula laughed happily, "Mr. Riddle's soul is the same as yours. Since you have hidden the secret of this base in your own soul, the scope of the Fidelius Charm... is that only your soul can tell the secret."

"And your soul is highly similar to Riddle's, so as long as you use magic to modify Riddle's soul a little, it is not difficult to deceive the Fidelius Charm."

Looking at Dracula with a happy smile on his face, Voldemort was stunned.

He never dreamed that the person who exposed this base that had just been built a few days ago was not someone else, but himself!

I am the undercover?!

Voldemort knew that today was probably not a good day, he gritted his teeth, and suddenly rushed to the crucible.

As he rushed forward, he shouted, "Stop them, delay as long as possible!"

Voldemort wanted to be the first to put his soul into the resurrection potion in the crucible. If he could be resurrected on the spot and restored to his peak strength, then he would still have the strength to fight Dracula!

The Death Eaters around looked at Dracula at the door with different expressions, some were high-spirited, some were hesitant, some were doubtful, and some were afraid.

In the end, the Death Eaters led by Nott and Avery chose to attack Dracula immediately.

Nott made some mistakes in the more than ten years since Voldemort left, and now he wants to make up for it;

And Avery only has one left hand holding the wand. He is very eager to help Voldemort restore his peak strength. Only in this way can his efforts be rewarded. Only when Voldemort recovers his strength will he help him make up for his right hand that was cut off when refining the potion, and only then will he give him a higher status that matches his efforts.

Others are performing talents like Lucius.

As soon as Lucius received Voldemort's order, he began to find ways to avoid the center of the upcoming battle. At the same time, his actions also meant to distance himself from other Death Eaters in front of Dracula to show his camp.

A small group of Death Eaters led by Lucius once again began to perform a lazy show. They chanted spells louder than anyone else, and the light at the tip of their wands was much brighter than others, but for a long time no decent spell was fired.

In the scene that suddenly became a mess, Voldemort rushed towards the crucible at a high speed.

He was only hit by a repulse spell, and the distance from the crucible was not too far. After taking a step, he was immediately close to the crucible.

However, this one step away became a long way away——

A silver-haired figure stood in front of the crucible, raised his hand and erected a transparent light curtain, blocking Voldemort behind the light curtain.

His body, which looked a bit thin, blocked every inch of Voldemort's path forward!

Voldemort rushed very fast, and when he hit the light curtain, he hit it very hard.

His face hit the transparent light curtain hard, and his face, which had no nose to begin with, became even flatter, as if it was stepped on hard by the big feet of an elephant, and then pressed on the ground for a long time.

After being frustrated, Voldemort subconsciously turned his head and wanted to scold the Death Eaters who couldn't even stop one person.

However, when he turned his head, he found that the silver-haired figure at the door was still standing there, waving his wand casually, and casually blocked the countless spell attacks of the Death Eaters.

Seeing Voldemort's sight, Dracula at the door also shifted his gaze and smiled at him.

Voldemort looked at the silver-haired figure in front of him again and found that it was also an identical Dracula, but his figure seemed more real than the one at the door.

Before, he was so immersed in shock and panic that he didn't notice anything strange.

It was not until now that Voldemort realized that Dracula at the door was just an incarnation or a projection of power, so he looked a little illusory, just like his soul.

Voldemort suddenly realized that there was probably nothing wrong with the map Snape gave him.

But even he was deceived by Dracula, so the red light spot on the map representing Dracula could only be the location of Dracula's incarnation.

"Severus, I wronged you." Voldemort said silently in his heart.

Then, he gave Snape a meaningful look, hoping that Snape's Legilimency could be activated in time to understand what he meant.

The meaning of this look is this:

"Severus, I may have failed again today, and the Death Eaters will probably suffer heavy losses. But you still have a chance. You should continue to lurk in Hogwarts. I will definitely come back!"

Snape was silent for a while and nodded slowly.

After Voldemort turned his head, Snape lowered his head and a mocking smile appeared on his face.

Even Snape, who secretly had a great grudge with Voldemort because of what happened twelve years ago, couldn't help but reveal a somewhat pitying look at this moment-

Voldemort probably didn't know that Snape, whom he sincerely placed high hopes on, was the biggest undercover...

Whether it was Riddle's exposure or Dracula's deliberate display of his incarnation this time, it was to cover Snape's better lurking among the Death Eaters, so as to ensure that Hogwarts could have sufficient intelligence from the Death Eaters.

No matter what era, what occasion, or what person, information is always important.

On the other side, in Voldemort's desperate eyes, a blood-red water prison wrapped up his illusory body.

This is Dracula's blood-red water prison magic.

Last semester, after Voldemort failed to steal the Philosopher's Stone, his soul was wrapped up by Dracula with this magic in all directions without dead ends, and was finally completely eroded by blood.

"Mr. Voldemort, it seems that I must let you see with your own eyes how your clone has replaced you to restore your peak strength." Dracula looked at Voldemort wrapped in blood and chuckled.

Dracula returned to him almost exactly what Voldemort had said to Snape before, but changed a few of the names.

This murderous act made Voldemort angry, and even through the blood-red water prison, he could see his face was purple with anger.

"This is just the beginning, Voldemort. Are you going to be unable to hold on?" Dracula then repeated what Voldemort had said before, with a teasing tone in his tone.

Voldemort took a deep breath and finally calmed down.

"If you want to do it, do it quickly. You don't have to bully me like this!" He said very stubbornly, relying on the fact that he still had a lot of Horcruxes, and there was still a way to revive even if his soul was annihilated.

However, Dracula was also very aware of the fact that he had Horcruxes, and he didn't buy it at all.

"Don't rush to die, Mr. Voldemort." He pinched his chin and said thoughtfully, "Let me think about it... What do you think? If I don't destroy you, but keep your soul in this water dungeon for a long time, so that you can neither revive nor have the ability to go out and stir up trouble, will it be the best choice?"

Voldemort's eyes widened suddenly, his expression was horrified.

"You are a devil, Dracula!" He stared at Dracula closely and said with gritted teeth.

"Strictly speaking, you can indeed call me a devil." Dracula was not offended at all, but laughed softly, "Of course, if you look at what you do, it is obvious that you are more like a devil than me."

Voldemort stood in the blood-red water prison, fell silent, and stopped talking.

After a moment, he took a deep breath, as if he had made some kind of decision, and nodded heavily.

"Don't worry, Dracula. I won't do as you wish." Voldemort's voice came from the blood-red water prison.

Dracula looked over curiously and found that black flames suddenly ignited in Voldemort's scarlet eyes.

The next moment, Voldemort's whole body was ignited by black flames.

"I will come back again, Dracula..."

After saying this, his illusory body was completely burned out, turning into dust and floating in the blood-red water prison.

Watching Voldemort burn himself in front of him, Dracula blinked in a daze.

"Um... How come your main soul spontaneously combusted?" He looked at Riddle beside him and asked innocently.

"Didn't you say you wanted to lock him up?" Riddle wiped the non-existent cold sweat from his head and whispered, "He chose to spontaneously combust in order to have a chance to continue to revive..."

"I was just joking just now..." Dracula shrugged, "It's too troublesome to maintain a magic just to guard Voldemort! I'm too lazy to do that."

Riddle: "..."

"Okay, let's not talk about this. This time Voldemort should be able to stay quiet for a long time and won't come out." Dracula chuckled, "There's another thing. The resurrection potion prepared by Voldemort is here. Don't you want to go in and experience it?"

"I'm just a soul fragment. Can I really use this resurrection potion?" Riddle still couldn't believe it.

"It's always good to give it a try." Dracula said, "Besides, Voldemort obviously divided his soul into many parts. If you absorb one of them, it may not be much smaller than the share of the main soul."

Riddle nodded slightly and walked slowly to the huge crucible in the middle of the long table.