A scream suddenly came from an uninhabited island in the Black Lake.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”

An unsuspecting disembodiment caused Lockhart to fall heavily to the ground, his handsome face smashing into the soft soil.

He pulled his face out of the dirt without any image, coughed twice, and spit the dirt in his mouth on the ground.

"I...I'm telling you, your sneak attack is immoral. You are not worthy of being a professor at Hogwarts!" Lockhart brushed back his muddy golden hair and faced Germany with an khaki face.

Gula, "I'm telling you, you've pissed off the greatest defense against the dark arts expert in the world!"

"Then I want to ask, how come the world's greatest expert...can't even deal with an Apparition?" Dracula shook his head with a smile.

"Is that because I'm not coping well? No, that's not the case!" Lockhart said stiffly, "It's because you don't follow martial ethics! It's just a little clever to attack an author like me who has great trust in his fans.

What you can do! There is no way you can touch a hair on my head in a head-to-head confrontation!"

Dracula's mouth twitched. He didn't expect that Lockhart could continue to be harsh at this point.

"Then as you wish, great defense expert." He made a "please" gesture, "In a head-to-head confrontation, let me see what the so-called members of the Anti-Dark Magic Alliance are like."

Lockhart's expression became solemn and determined.

However, most of his face was covered with dirt. This expression did not look solemn, but looked a little funny.

He fumbled in his pocket for a long time with dirty hands before he pulled out his expensive cherry wood wand and pointed at Dracula with trembling fingers.

"Don't regret it! If you don't want to bear the wrath of the world's greatest Defense Against the Dark Arts master, just apologize to me and admit defeat! Since you are my fan, I might forgive you!" Lockhart

He shouted in an inwardly voice.

"Hurry up and take action, otherwise you will have no chance." Dracula crossed his arms and said impatiently.

Lockhart gritted his teeth when he saw that Dracula showed no sign of changing his attitude.

He thought about it in his mind for a long time before finally thinking of a spell to attack, and then waved his wand resolutely——

"The flames are raging (indio)!"

"..."

Dracula watched helplessly as a small, weak flame slowly emerged from the tip of Lockhart's wand...

[By the way, it is currently the best for reading and listening to books, @

Shivering.

"Did I let you go?" Dracula's expression suddenly turned cold.

The water from the Black Lake quietly filled the island at some point, climbed up Lockhart's feet, and froze him on the muddy ground.

"Don't get excited, Professor Dracula!" Lockhart saw that the ice had spread to his chest, and he had completely lost consciousness below his chest. A look of panic finally appeared on his face, "I...I was wrong.

Okay, please spare me this time!"

"Tell me, how did you write down the experiences in those books?" Dracula raised his hand, temporarily stopped the spread of ice, and walked slowly towards Lockhart's position.

"It's all my fault, Professor Dracula..." Lockhart felt his unconscious lower limbs and said with a sad face, "But I did it all to write a book! If people don't think that I did all those things

Yes, the sales of books are so bad——"

"Readers will not be willing to read about an ugly old American wizard who saved a village from the scourge of werewolves. If his picture were on the cover, no one would want to read the book.

Open it! There is also the old witch who expelled the banshee. She is a mouthful! Think about it..."

"I'm not interested in what you're talking about, and I'm not interested in hearing how you record things that others do in your own account." Dracula moved his fingers impatiently, and Lockhart's firmness

The ice spread upward another inch, and he was so frightened that he immediately shut his mouth.

"I just need you to tell me straight up how the book "Traveling with a Vampire" was written?"

"So you are interested in that book? It's the same with that book. The protagonist in the story was originally just an old man hiding in the mountains and old forests growing vegetables. No one would be interested in him at all!" Lockhart

I didn't understand Dracula's problem, I just kept complaining and shirking responsibility.

"You have to understand me, Professor Dracula. My job is actually not as easy as everyone thinks - I have to track these people and ask them how they can do those things, and then I have to give them

They cast a forgetting spell to make them forget all about it."

"I have worked so hard to be famous! I believe that as a professor at Hogwarts, you must be an upright and good person. I have nothing to say if I am caught by someone like you, but please have mercy on me.

Sorry for my efforts, please let me go!"

….

After saying a long sentence, he breathed out weakly and looked at Dracula with expectant eyes. Because of his inherent impression, he never believed that the professor at Hogwarts would cause any harm to him.

However, all he saw was careless indifference.

The next moment, the ice completely covered Lockhart's entire body, leaving only a head covered in mud exposed.

"Good man? I think you may have some misunderstandings about me." He raised his lips indifferently, "If you don't know anything, then what's the use of me keeping your life?"

As Dracula's voice fell, the cold ice began to move upward again.

"Wait...wait a minute, I am still useful, I really am still useful!" Lockhart completely felt the threat to his life and shouted in panic, "I can know, I can know everything!"

Only then did he finally realize that the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor in front of him was different from the upright and kind-hearted Hogwarts professors he had remembered!

This Professor Dracula seemed to have no regard for the rules of the magical world, and he would do whatever he said. When it fell into his hands, Lockhart knew that he would really lose his life!

The biting ice stopped.

"I'll give you one last chance." Dracula's voice was very soft, but had a creepy coldness to it. "Tell me, what use are you to me?"

"I...I can find the memory of the old man who walked with the vampire..." Lockhart swallowed, but the saliva turned into ice before he could swallow it, making his expression even more painful, "My memory

Magic has always been outstanding. If I think about it carefully, I will be able to find it completely.

An old man’s memory!”

"I hope so," Dracula said, "I'll give you a minute."

Lockhart closed his eyes tightly, frowned, and his face was as pale as a piece of paper.

Dracula, on the other hand, lay down comfortably next to Lockhart's frozen icicle.

A wave formed by the lake water surged up at the right time, hitting Dracula's back, and the moment it was about to touch the black red robe, it condensed into a gracefully curved piece of ice, which just supported Dracula's leaning body.

Dracula took out a goblet and a bottle of brightly colored red wine from his pocket, and tasted them carefully.

…

A minute flies by.

With an extremely strong desire to survive, Lockhart opened his eyes on time and took a big breath.

"Have you found his memory?" Dracula leaned on the ice formed by the waves, took a comfortable sip of the wine in the glass, and asked.

Lockhart nodded hard.

"I remembered that the old man's name was Robert. He was originally an Auror captain in Serbia. After retiring, he no longer wanted to continue to experience a life of fighting with others, so he lived alone in the mountains and rivers with few human traces, and lived

to a life of tilling the land.”

He narrated eloquently——

Robert, the former Auror of Serbia, got tired of fighting after he retired and lived alone in a mountain forest. He had no heirs, no relatives, and no friends, so he thought he would die alone in the mountains and forests.

….

Until one day, while he was hard at work plowing the fields, a wounded vampire broke into his secluded mountain forest.

Because wizards have always been prejudiced against vampires, Robert took out the wand that he had not used for a long time from his pocket and wanted to fight to the death with the evil vampire.

However, the vampire had no desire to fight with him. He just begged Robert to find him some food. He needed to replenish the energy he was in urgent need of.

Robert was already tired of fighting, so he agreed to his request and took out a large piece of lettuce from the warehouse. This was a crop he had just picked recently, and there was a lot of it, which he could not finish eating.

The vampire gnawed on the lettuce one after another. But his injuries were too serious, and the blood reserve in his body was almost exhausted, and he could not replenish enough energy with anything other than blood.

Robert was surprised and asked him why he didn't try to suck his own blood to make up for the lack of energy.

However, the vampire flatly rejected his idea.

After the vampire told him, Robert learned that his name was Tesla and he was a high-level vampire.

Tesla said that their high-level vampires can control the urge to suck blood and will not be as crazy as those low-level vampires. He also said that what the leaders of the vampire clan despise most are those who can't control their desire to eat and suck humans everywhere.

Blood, the idiot who ruined the reputation of the vampire family.

He said that those vampires only deserve to be classified as beasts, not vampires.

Robert was very surprised by this. Because of such a principled vampire, his desire for adventure once again aroused in his heart, and he wanted to personally escort Tesla back to his home.

However, Robert, who was old and had not used a wand for a long time, had long forgotten how to apparate, so he could only take Tesla on his own canoe and store a large amount of lettuce in the cabin for supplies.

One person and one vampire were drifting on the Danube River together, heading from Serbia to Romania.

…

"This is the story of "Traveling with a Vampire"." Lockhart said, "Tesla later became Robert's only friend, but because of their different races, the two of them didn't have close contact, so I took the opportunity.

Tampering with Robert's memory..."
To be continued...