Professor Vampire.

Chapter 296: Stalemate

"Dracula, Dumbledore..."

Voldemort looked at the two figures that followed him, his face became extremely gloomy.

"Who is it?!" He turned to the group of Death Eaters behind him and glared at them fiercely, "Who is the traitor this time?!"

"I only told you guys, the ones I trust enough, about this plan, but Dracula and Dumbledore set a trap for our plan early! There is no other possibility except someone leaked the secret!"

The nine awake Death Eaters looked at each other, and looked at the others around them with suspicion and suspicion. Everyone acted like Voldemort's most loyal servant.

"Why, are you only allowed to set a trap for a child, but we are not allowed to ambush you from behind?" Dracula slowly descended from the sky and asked with a chuckle.

"Dracula! It's you every time... It's you who ruin my plan every time!" Voldemort's ugly snake face showed deep hatred, and he growled murderously, "I've tolerated you for a long time!"

He raised his wand to Dracula, "I have recovered my strength now, I want to see if you can still deal with me like before?"

"It's stupid to come here tonight, Tom," At this moment, Dumbledore also took two steps forward and said calmly, "The Aurors are on the way-"

"So, you two want to deal with me together?" Voldemort spat on the ground.

He took the lead and fired another deadly spell at Dumbledore, but Dumbledore waved his wand and deflected it, hitting the steps in the distance, and a ball of fire ignited.

"Albus, you don't have to do anything." Dracula looked at Dumbledore with dissatisfaction, "I'm not interested in bullying others with others."

Dumbledore shook his head helplessly, and had to step back a few steps and turned to face the Death Eaters.

He waved the wand in his hand lightly, and conjured a strong rope to tie up the group of Death Eaters who had no ability to resist.

Seeing this scene, Voldemort's eyes became even gloomier, and he wanted to rescue his servants.

However, Dracula took a step sideways and blocked him.

"Dare you be distracted at this time?" He took out his wand seemingly casually.

Then, a powerful blood-red spell shot out from the wand, and even Neville and other little wizards hiding in the corner could feel their hair standing up.

Voldemort had to divert his attention back and conjure a silver shield from thin air to resist the spell.

"Buzz--"

The spell hit the shield, making a low gong-like sound - a strange, creepy sound.

"You can't beat me anymore, Dracula!" Voldemort said, his scarlet eyes narrowed behind the shield, "Is there anything more discouraging than this?"

"Really?" Dracula raised his lips.

Another spell shot out from his hand, and then split into two, four, countless... Countless blood-red beams flew in all directions, and shot towards Voldemort from countless directions.

Voldemort's face was solemn, and he also split the silver shield in his hand into several pieces, blocking himself.

As the spell bombarded, cracks gradually appeared on the solid shield.

With a "click", the first shield shattered, and the shattering of other shields followed closely.

Voldemort roared, his body turned into a black mist, flew out from the gaps between countless spells, and appeared in front of Dracula——

"Avada Kedavra!"

The dazzling green light was like a waterfall, instantly submerging Dracula's figure.

However, the next moment, a small bat flew around the green light waterfall and flew in front of Voldemort's eyes.

Then, the bat suddenly swelled up, and Dracula returned to his human form and kicked Voldemort's nose, which seemed to be non-existent.

"Ugh..."

Voldemort took a few steps back in pain, and two lines of black blood flowed from his snake-like nostrils.

Dracula's kick was not easy to take. If he hadn't been flying in the air with nowhere to get leverage, and if Voldemort's newly built body hadn't been strong, I'm afraid this kick would have directly kicked his head off his neck.

However, despite this, Voldemort was still in great pain, and he was still pushing the deformed vertebrae behind his neck with his hands.

"Dracula... Is this how you treat wizard duels?" Voldemort said bitterly, "You even ignored the rule that there can be no physical contact in wizard duels?"

Obviously, he had never expected Dracula to suddenly use his kicks to sneak attack...

"Who told you that this is a wizard duel?" Dracula fell back to the ground, glanced at Voldemort in surprise, and chuckled, "Have you forgotten? I am a vampire, and the duel between us is of course an unlimited duel."

Voldemort was so angry that he could not do anything about Dracula.

Compared with the strong physical fitness of the vampires, physical combat is indeed the weakness of all wizards.

When fighting with Dumbledore, Dracula might not use his physical advantage because he gave face to the old principal; but facing Voldemort, there is no need to hold back, just kick when you need to, just to stretch your muscles.

"Very good... Your strength really didn't disappoint me, Dracula." Voldemort wiped the blood from his nostrils and said coldly, "But no matter how strong you are, you can't kill me at all!"

"We all know that there are many other ways to destroy a person, Tom." Dumbledore suddenly spoke.

He spoke calmly and slowly approached Voldemort, as if he didn't take this notorious dark devil seriously at all, and as if nothing annoying had happened.

"I must admit that just taking your life will not satisfy me."

"But there is nothing worse than death, Dumbledore!" Voldemort roared, "I will not die, so I am invincible!"

"You are so wrong." Dumbledore's voice was very light, as if two people were exchanging some secrets face to face, "In fact, your biggest failure is that you can't understand that there are things worse than death..."

"Isn't death itself the worst thing?" Dracula looked at Voldemort as if he was mentally retarded, "You are still too young after all. If you live long enough, you will find out how much you want to die."

"Impossible!" Voldemort said coldly, "You two don't want to shake me with words!"

"This guy is hopeless." Dracula shrugged, no longer in the mood to continue playing, "Forget it, control him, there are other tasks to be completed!"

As he said, Dracula and Dumbledore attacked together.

The power of the two great wizards was obviously not something Voldemort could resist alone. Within a few minutes, he was firmly tied to a stone archway by an iron chain transformed by Dumbledore.

"Dracula, is this what you said about not being interested in fighting with others?" Voldemort struggled for a few times and found that he had broken free, so he turned his eyes to Dracula and said in a mocking tone.

"I really disdain to fight with others." Dracula smiled and nodded, "But who told you that this is a battle? I have lost interest in fighting with you. Of course, it is the easiest way to control you."

"You..."

"Riddle, come out!" Dracula suddenly snapped his fingers and summoned a dark moon.

In the dark moon, a handsome young wizard jumped out and walked straight towards Voldemort.

Seeing the approach of the person, the expression on Voldemort's face became more and more sinister, vicious, angry and irritable.

"You... are just a part of my soul..." he said in a resentful tone, "but now you have completely become Dracula's lackey?"

"I just found a better partner." Riddle said with a smile, "Why should you be the main soul and I am destined to be only a clone?"

Looking at Voldemort, who was tied to the stone arch in front of him, Riddle was extremely excited and felt that he was getting closer and closer to becoming an independent "person".

"Let me see what else you have on you!" Riddle stretched out his hand to Voldemort.

"You dare?!" Voldemort's eyes changed, and two scarlet beams shot out from Riddle's eyes, trying to stop Riddle from casting spells.

However, Dracula snapped his fingers and forced the beams back.

Then, a ring inlaid with a black gem broke free from Voldemort's index finger, slowly floated into the air, and finally fell into Riddle's hands.

Riddle's eyes were suddenly covered with a gray mist, and then a vague phantom figure flew out from the black gemstone on the ring and sank directly into Riddle's eyes.

The face of the phantom was almost exactly the same as Riddle's, but it looked more mature.

When Voldemort saw this scene, his eyes seemed to be spitting out flames.

"How is it possible... You are just a Horcrux, how can you repair the soul?" Feeling that the soul fragments in his Horcrux disappeared in an instant, he was almost tearing his eyes.

"Why is it impossible?" Riddle said, "Because you can't learn to repent, but I can."

"No, I don't believe you can..."

Voldemort stared at Riddle's eyes, and then he suddenly laughed, "Hahahahahaha... I understand, you really played a good hand!"

"What are you talking about?" Riddle frowned.

"In that case, then increase the intensity!" Voldemort ignored Riddle and laughed loudly.

Along with his hoarse, unpleasant, and even a little funny laughter, the curtain on the stone archway next to him suddenly moved.

Originally it was just slightly fluttering and floating, but now it was like a flag blown by the wind, like a dark gray curtain swinging wildly... A stream of evil, gloomy, and dark power surged out from this curtain.

The extremely solid iron chains on Voldemort's body gradually made dense "creaking" sounds and broke inch by inch.

Then, he stood up suddenly, surrounded by a force that was much stronger than before...

Riddle was rushed dozens of feet away with a "bang", and hit heavily on the stairs that were descending layer by layer around him. His face was pale, and he looked at Voldemort's increasingly strong figure in disbelief.

If he had not just absorbed a piece of soul, making his power stronger, he would probably have been knocked unconscious by the aftermath of this condensed power...

"Professor Dracula?" Dumbledore's face was solemn, and he cast his eyes on Dracula on the other side.

Dracula's expression also changed, and his brows were furrowed.

"I almost forgot that we were fighting in such a place. This is really annoying." He clenched the wand in his hand and blocked the front of the stone archway, "Albus, Voldemort is in your hands!"

There were a few marks left by the future Dracula in the gloomy wooden wand, which was also the only means to limit the power behind the curtain.

Dracula waved his wand and cast a colorless transparent film, which surrounded the dark gray curtain and the stone archway around it layer by layer, so that the power behind the curtain could not be transmitted to Voldemort.

However, the curtain was still surging, and the low murmur of the god of death in another world behind the curtain could be vaguely heard.

On the other side, Dumbledore had drawn his wand again and was waving it like a whip - a long, thin flame emerged from the tip of the wand and wrapped around Voldemort like a thorn.

For a moment, it seemed that Dumbledore had controlled his opponent, but the fire rope was immediately affected by another Transfiguration and turned into a flaming serpent, which quickly slithered down from Voldemort's body, hissing viciously and facing Dumbledore.

Voldemort disappeared, and the snake stood up on the floor and pounced on Dumbledore.

Then, a green flame "poofed" in the air above Dumbledore's head, and Voldemort's figure reappeared. From top to bottom, another green light flew out of Voldemort's wand and shot towards Dumbledore.

At the same time, the venomous snake also launched an attack -

At the critical moment, a golden-red light flashed, and the phoenix Fawkes suddenly flew above Dumbledore's head, opened its beak wide, and swallowed the green light of the killing curse in one gulp.

It burned into a ball of fire, fell to the floor, and returned to its small, wrinkled childish image.

At the same time, Dumbledore waved his wand vigorously - the fire snake was thrown high into the air and disappeared into a wisp of thick smoke.

Then, endless water flowed out from several doors above, forming a cocoon like glass water, wrapping Voldemort inside.

In the blink of an eye, a dark, rippling, and vague figure of Voldemort was seen dimly trapped in the water dungeon...

Just when Dumbledore and Dracula were both tied up by different things, a crazy, light yellow-haired young man entered the Death Hall of the Department of Mysteries at some point.

The ropes on the Death Eaters were quietly untied, and the battle seemed to have returned to the beginning...