Professor Vampire.

Chapter 134: Chapter 134 The cuckoo takes over the magpie's nest

Riddle walked to the crucible, took out the Horcrux diary from his chest pocket and threw it in.

His figure turned into a ball of white light and drilled into the diary, sinking to the bottom of the crucible with it.

The next moment, the sparks on the crucible went out.

A white vapor rose from the crucible, and then sank along the edge of the crucible, quietly covering the floor of the conference room.

"I don't know if this diary will be damaged by the water."

Dracula thought with evil taste, and at the same time dispersed the now empty blood-red water prison, turned his head and looked at the trembling Death Eaters.

"I almost forgot that there are still you guys here." He chuckled and said, "Tell me, your master abandoned you and committed suicide first. What are you going to do?"

The Death Eaters' faces were very stiff.

They gathered again under the command of the returning Voldemort, not just because of their fear of the Dark Lord...

At least in the hearts of these senior Death Eaters, they thought that Dumbledore was old and Voldemort was resurrected, and no one would be able to check and balance the Dark Lord in the future, and the future of the magic world would be the era of dark magic!

And these Death Eaters, as the "founding heroes" of Voldemort, would be able to gain a high position and a lot of benefits for themselves in the future.

However, to the surprise of all Death Eaters, after Voldemort's return, a powerful professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts appeared, repeatedly thwarted the plans of the Dark Lord, and also caused serious setbacks to the Death Eaters' camp.

Now, this terrifying existence, who is obviously also a great wizard, is looking at them with an interested expression.

Among the panicked Death Eaters, Lucius Malfoy, as a glorious fence-sitter and Dracula's colleague who still holds a position on the school board, stood up before his colleagues.

"Uh... where is this place?"

Lucius stood up and then performed a face-changing technique for everyone on the spot, and the whole person seamlessly changed into a confused and puzzled look.

The other Death Eaters behind him also understood immediately, and their acting skills were uneven, but most of them showed a confused look.

"Ah... I seem to have forgotten something..."

"Huh... how did I get here...?"

"No... wasn't I at home taking care of the kids just now?"

"..."

Dracula: "?"

Are these Death Eaters so uniform and unanimous in their pretense? They are all talented people...

Lucius, the leader, turned around a few times, looking at the meeting room in the bunker with a confused and curious expression.

When Lucius turned his gaze to Dracula, he immediately made an unexpected expression, as if he had accidentally seen him here.

"Professor Dracula, you are here too!" Lucius said with great joy, "I came to such a strange place unconsciously. I was just worried about who to find out what happened!"

Dracula looked at his superb acting skills and raised his mouth with a smile.

"Interesting." He said with interest, "Do you really want to know what happened?"

Lucius saw Dracula's raised mouth corners, and his face froze, recalling the fear of the originally arrogant school board being dominated by this man.

He suddenly realized that something was wrong.

"This... Actually, it's good for me to find the answer myself..." Lucius whispered.

"No, it's faster for me to tell you directly-"

Dracula seemed to have thought of some interesting ideas, and a malicious and playful smile appeared on his face.

"Do you know? With the joint efforts of you, the feared Voldemort was defeated." He said softly.

The Death Eaters' hearts suddenly stopped, and they couldn't even continue the performance. They looked at Dracula in amazement.

"You were originally bewitched by Voldemort and joined the evil group of Death Eaters..." Dracula ignored the stunned people and continued to tell the impromptu story, "Now, you are moved by justice and choose to make meritorious contributions."

"You established the Anti-Dark Lord Alliance and fought fiercely with Voldemort!"

"Just now, an extremely dangerous battle took place in this meeting room - this was a battle between you, the reformed Death Eaters, and Voldemort. Voldemort was outnumbered and defeated by you because he had not recovered to his peak strength."

"But Voldemort is still a lean camel that is bigger than a horse. Before he was defeated, he cast a very powerful Oblivion spell, erasing all your memories of reforming yourself, leaving you with only the memory of being a Death Eater. "

"Voldemort used the Oblivion spell to make you return to his hands and help him make a comeback. But I know you won't. The Oblivion spell is not completely irreversible, so you must recall your memories as members of the Anti-Dark Lord Alliance as soon as possible and stop letting Voldemort drive you!"

Dracula's story stunned the Death Eaters.

If the Death Eaters hadn't still had complete memories of that period in their minds, they might have really believed Dracula's lies-

The story he made up was too complete, and there was a little bit of rationality...

It was outrageous!

"Ahem... Mr. Dracula, you are so humorous." Lucius smiled helplessly, "We are definitely not as great as you say..."

Just kidding, they dare not admit the story Dracula just made up!

Any Death Eater who participated in this meeting knows that Voldemort will be resurrected!

Even if Voldemort burned his soul into dust, the Death Eaters still can't guarantee when the Dark Lord will come back.

Under such circumstances, no one dared to agree with Dracula's story, even if such a story can help them get rid of the crime in the interrogation of the Ministry of Magic.

The Death Eaters were afraid that the Dark Lord would suddenly return one day, and they would find trouble with those who followed Dracula's words and "turned from evil to good"...

At this time, Lucius' heart was also a little broken.

Merlin's beard, who would have thought that he showed the confused and puzzled expression just now, just to pretend to be a wizard controlled by the Imperius Curse.

He didn't have the courage to form an anti-Dark Lord alliance and then fight against Voldemort as Dracula described!

So, Lucius turned his back to the other Death Eaters behind him and kept winking at Dracula, suggesting that he was one of Dracula's "own people" and there was no need to trap him with the Dark Lord's hardcore Death Eaters.

Dracula saw the hint in Lucius' eyes and nodded with a chuckle.

He didn't intend to push this fence-sitter too hard, just tease him a little and have some fun.

After all, in Dracula's view, only Snape, an undercover in the Death Eater camp, was far from enough to shake Voldemort's foundation, and another one had to be sent over.

Lucius, a fence-sitter, was very suitable.

In addition, for some unknown reason, Snape only listened to Dumbledore -

In other words, if you want to get first-hand information from Snape, you must share information with Dumbledore.

This made Dracula very unhappy.

Therefore, pushing Lucius to continue to be an undercover in the Death Eater camp was also one of Dracula's plans.

In this case, Lucius was not suitable for being sentenced to too severe punishment by the Ministry of Magic, so that he would leave Voldemort's power center.

Therefore, Dracula also acquiesced to his use of the relationship disguised as the Imperius Curse.

"Don't be nervous there, wizards." After seeing the wonderful expressions on the faces of the Death Eaters, Dracula was very happy, and his mouth corners were exaggeratedly raised, "I'm too lazy to deal with you, it's too troublesome. More professional people will come to judge you later."

As he said, he turned his eyes to the crucible that had begun to cool down.

The last and most important step of the resurrection potion-injecting the soul, is finally about to be completed.

Through the gradually dissipating white mist, a man's figure slowly rose from the crucible, tall, thin, and well-proportioned.

The first thing that came into everyone's sight was the face of Riddle in the Horcrux diary, with black hair and black eyes, handsome and handsome, and some evil and coldness in his facial expressions.

Riddle held the blank diary in his left hand, which was not affected by the potion at all, and jumped lightly, leaving the huge crucible.

The moment he took off, he quickly used Transfiguration to transform himself into a set of Hogwarts school robes, and then landed lightly on the ground.

The school robe with a green collar also had a Slytherin College student's outfit inside - a white T-shirt, a vest with green patterns, and a green striped tie.

Suddenly, Riddle seemed to have returned to the time when he was still in school.

That was the past that Voldemort often didn't want to recall, but it was also all that Riddle in the Horcrux diary remembered.

So the first time he put on clothes after getting the body, he put on a set of school uniforms like a student. However, compared with the current fashion trend, the school uniform style should have been outdated for a long time.

"How do you feel, Assistant Professor Tom Riddle?" Dracula asked with a chuckle.

"Very good, better than ever!" Riddle also laughed, but his voice was much more presumptuous than Dracula's.

He still seemed to be unconvinced that he had obtained a body like this. After returning home, he kept looking up and down at every part of his body.

This is not a body hastily built and combined with soul power, but a real body that can sense everything in the outside world!

Riddle took out a magic wand that had been prepared long ago from the diary that had lost its soul fragments.

He held it high above his head, and swayed the magic power in his body to his heart's content, releasing a bright and dazzling light--

Looking at this light, Dracula frowned slightly.

Judging from the upgraded version of the wand lighting spell released by Riddle, his total magic power seems to be somewhat different from the body that Voldemort transformed into, let alone compared with his peak period.

If this is the case, then the effect of this dose of resurrection potion... is to create a corresponding body on the soul.

The potion will create a body that is as large as the ability, and it will also correspond to the appearance of the soul.

In this way, if the person who used this potion to resurrect Voldemort was Voldemort, he would not have created a young Slytherin student like Riddle.

More likely, an ugly monster with no hair, narrow nostrils, and scarlet eyes would be created in the crucible...

Looking at Riddle's handsome face, which was not yet ruined, Dracula shrugged,

"Well, at least it seems that this assistant Bigelow is more pleasing to the students..."