Professor Vampire.

Chapter 290: Rupture

However, before Dracula could make a move, Professor McGonagall, who had arrived at an accelerated speed, stood between Fudge and Dracula.

On the surface, Professor McGonagall was trying to protect the professors of Hogwarts, but in fact, she was worried that Dracula would get angry and kill Fudge on the spot...

She knew very well that those seemingly powerful Aurors were of no use in front of a great wizard-level combat power.

"You fool!" Professor McGonagall shouted at Fudge, "Harry said it very clearly, Bertha Jorkins and Mr. Crouch had been killed by Barty Crouch Jr., and he almost killed Diggory! Can't you see the current situation?"

"Yes, I can't see it!" Fudge had no idea of ??his situation at all, and he also shouted loudly, his face flushed purple, and his anger was no less than Professor McGonagall's, "I only see that you are all determined to create a panic and destroy everything we have painstakingly built in the past thirteen years!"

Dracula looked at Fudge with interest, looking at his angry face and inappropriate behavior.

Such a Minister of Magic, who should have considered all the potential dangers in the wizarding world and made proper arrangements, refused to believe that his orderly, stable and comfortable world could be destroyed - refused to believe that Voldemort could make a comeback.

"Voldemort is back," Dumbledore stepped forward and grabbed the angry Professor McGonagall, and said again, "Fudge, if you accept this fact immediately and take the necessary measures, we may still be able to save the situation."

"The first and most important step is to get Azkaban free from the control of Dementors -"

"What are you talking about?" Fudge shouted again, "Cancel the Dementors? I will be kicked out of the office as soon as I make this suggestion! Half of us can sleep well at night because we know that there are Dementors standing guard in Azkaban!"

"Cornelly, if you know You are letting Voldemort's most dangerous cronies guard those guys who will serve him at his command, so how can you guys sleep peacefully? "Dumbledore said, "Those guys can't be loyal to you!"

"Voldemort can provide them with much more power and fun than you can! Once he has the alliance and support of dark creatures such as Dementors, his former allies will return to him, and then it will be difficult for you to stop him from regaining the power he had thirteen years ago!"

Fudge's mouth opened and closed, as if no words could express his anger.

Then, he seemed to suddenly find another loophole, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

"Wait a minute, Dumbledore, you also mentioned dark creatures, right?" Fudge said excitedly, "Aren't vampires also part of dark creatures? To me, this plan was arranged from beginning to end by the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor you randomly recruited... He is the culprit of everything."

He once again put the blame on Dracula.

After all, nothing is more suitable to take the blame than a ready-made dark creature.

"Cornelly, you are too obsessed with your official position, which makes you lose your proper judgment!" Dumbledore said, his voice gradually rising, his eyes shining, "You attach too much importance to the so-called pure wizard blood! You have always been like this."

"You don't realize that a person's origin is not important, what matters is what kind of person he grows up to be and what kind of person he chooses to be... This is true for James Lupin and Professor Dracula."

"I advise you to take some correct measures, then the Ministry of Magic and the entire wizarding world will always remember you and regard you as the bravest and greatest Minister of Magic in history."

"On the contrary, if you do not take action-history will also remember it firmly: it is your inaction that gives Voldemort a second chance to destroy the world we have worked so hard to rebuild!"

Dumbledore's words were deafening, and everyone present could clearly see that Fudge was also shaken for a moment.

But the next moment, he seemed to react again, gasping and stepping back step by step.

"Absurd," Fudge whispered, his feet kept moving, "It's crazy..."

Then, there was another silence in the air.

"If you are so stubborn and insist on your own way, Cornelius..." Dumbledore waited for a long time, and seeing that Fudge seemed to have no intention of repenting, he finally broke the silence in the air with disappointment, "Then we have to go our separate ways."

"You do what you think is appropriate. I-will act according to my will."

There was no threat in Dumbledore's voice. It sounded like just a statement, but Fudge was furious, as if Dumbledore was approaching him with a wand.

"Okay, okay, Dumbledore," he said angrily, waving a finger threateningly, "I have always given you full freedom, and I have always respected you..."

"I may not agree with some of your decisions, but I always keep silent. Not many people will allow you to hire professors at will, like this vampire, and that Hagrid with a criminal record, or decide what to teach students without consulting the Ministry of Magic."

"But if you are going to go against me--"

Fudge's eyes suddenly became fierce, and he raised his hand to point at Dracula.

"All Aurors present, catch this dangerous vampire for me." He shouted loudly, "I suspect he killed Mr. Crouch of the International Magic Exchange and Cooperation Department and wants to destroy the hard-won stability of the wizarding world!"

After receiving the order, a group of Aurors rushed towards Dracula at the same time.

Spells of various colors shot out from their wands, blocking all of Dracula's retreats.

"Boring."

Dracula smiled indifferently, without any intention of resisting, but opened his arms to the spell.

"Professor Dracula!"

"Wait--"

"..."

In the horrified eyes of all the students, parents and professors present, the spell light like a rainstorm hit Dracula.

Fudge showed a touch of joy on his face, thinking that he was about to succeed-as long as he could catch this vampire, what the truth of the matter was, wouldn't it be up to him?

However, the next moment, he widened his eyes and his expression became extremely horrified.

After those spells hit Dracula, they were like a stone sinking into the sea, without causing any waves.

On the other hand, Dracula stretched himself lazily.

"What a shame, Aurors." Dracula laughed contemptuously and mocked, "Your spells don't seem to be much better than my students'."

Watching this scene, the Aurors were so shocked that they couldn't speak. Their hands holding the wands began to tremble, and they had strong doubts about their abilities...

In fact, the Aurors selected by Fudge to follow him were the most outstanding in the Auror Office. When they were on missions, they were very confident and felt that they could fight a large number of masters alone.

However, today, Dracula didn't even use spells, and took all their spells abruptly, which made these young Aurors begin to doubt their lives...

"Wake up, he's just a vampire!" Fudge saw that most of the Aurors had lost their fighting spirit, and shouted angrily, "The reason he can block your spells is because of the physical talent of vampires. Did the Defense Against the Dark Arts you learned get eaten by dogs?"

The Aurors were slightly cheered up.

Some smart Aurors thought of the Defense Against the Dark Arts they had learned that year, and suddenly they chose to use a specific spell to attack Dracula.

Some of the Aurors used the Weather Spell to conjure up a piece of sunlight; some used the Summoning Spell to conjure up a bunch of garlic and threw it in front of Dracula... Other Aurors followed suit.

Dracula: "..."

He was disgusted by these things.

The damage was not great, but it greatly affected his mood.

The next moment, Dracula's raised mouth corners drooped, and his eyes became colder.

"Fiem."

The magic wand was inserted vertically into the ground, and then a golden light curtain extended from Dracula's feet to the surroundings, covering all the Aurors in it in an instant.

This is Nicolas Flamel's specialty. Although it is like using a cannon to kill a mosquito, it has to be said that it is really useful-

All the sunlight, garlic and the like were swept away, and the Aurors in the light curtain were shocked to find that they seemed to have lost all their magic power, and even an ordinary spell could not be used.

Looking at the embarrassing actions of the Aurors, Dracula smiled again.

He snapped his fingers, and a long rope appeared out of thin air, effortlessly tying up all the Aurors brought by Fudge... Without the help of magic, the resistance of these Aurors was not as good as that of a group of unarmed Muggles.

Then, Dracula put away his wand and walked towards Fudge slowly.

"Albus, at this point, are you still going to let Minister Fudge continue to poison the wizarding world?"

He didn't even bother to look at Fudge, but looked directly at Dumbledore and said:

"If you ask me, you should take this opportunity to get rid of him and become the minister yourself... If you really don't want to be the minister, you can also find someone who is obedient."

"You... what are you going to do..." Fudge kept backing away, his voice trembling uncontrollably, "I... I tell you, you are letting the vampire clan go against the entire British Ministry of Magic. Do you want to become the sinner of your clan?"

"Is that what you think?" Dracula laughed even more happily, "Don't bother with that, Minister Fudge. To be honest, no matter what I do, no matter what I do, I can't become the sinner of the vampire clan."

"If there is no me, there will be no vampire clan now, do you understand what I mean?"

Dracula walked to Fudge's side and said with a chuckle.

"You...you are..." Fudge's eyes widened, and he was extremely frightened at this moment.

"Ahem...don't worry, Professor Dracula," Dumbledore suddenly said, "I can understand your good intentions, but I really have no power or qualifications to interfere with the change of the Minister of Magic...we should think of other more feasible ways."

"Don't be pedantic, Dumbledore!" Dracula said coldly, "I am sure this is the most feasible way, and the most effective way. Do you still want to let Fudge deceive the eyes of the entire wizarding world?"

Dumbledore fell silent.

"...If we use violent measures to forcibly replace the Minister of Magic, then how are our actions different from Voldemort?" After a moment, he said softly.

"Tsk, this is why Fudge is not afraid of you even though you are a great wizard." Dracula sneered and shook his head.

As the voice fell, his eyes suddenly became sharp.

"Since your moral values ??prevent you from doing it, let me help you!"

Dracula suddenly stretched out his hand, and a streak of white flame flew towards Fudge's forehead as fast as lightning.

Fudge had no time to react, and could only open his eyes wide in horror, watching the streak of fire fly in front of him in an instant...

The next moment, an elder wand with seven protruding branches suddenly appeared in front of Fudge, blocking the flames and Fudge.

The wand swung lightly, picking up the flames and flying aside, saving the terrified Minister of Magic at the critical moment.

Dumbledore, with his head full of white hair, stood in front of Dracula.

Fudge sat down heavily on the ground, panting heavily, and it took him a long time to catch his breath.

He clearly felt the power of the flame just now, and felt that he almost brushed past death...

"You really did it." Dracula said softly.

He paid no attention to Fudge, who was sitting on the ground, but focused his eyes on Dumbledore in front of him, staring at the sharp blue eyes behind his half-moon glasses.

"Professor Dracula, you don't have to do this." Dumbledore sighed softly, "The students of Hogwarts need you... If you kill Fudge, there will be no room for you to continue to be a professor here."

"I don't have to be this professor." Dracula said coldly, "I would rather see if you are stubborn enough to stand in front of me for the pedantic principles in your heart?"

"There is no need to be so extreme, Professor Dracula." Dumbledore sighed again, "Violence can't solve all problems."

"But sometimes violence is also useful, isn't it?" Dracula said, "Give me an accurate answer, Albus, do you want to stand in front of me for this bastard?"

Dumbledore was silent for a moment.

After a moment, he finally said, "Professor Dracula, if you insist on doing this, then I will have to try my best to stop you."

"Very good." Dracula said.

There was no displeasure or anger on his face, but a light smile.

"Remember, when I first came here four years ago, I always wanted to have a good exchange with you." Dracula stared into Dumbledore's eyes and said slowly, "But you have been shirking... until today, I finally found the opportunity."

"Well, before I leave, let me take a good look at what kind of power you, the pillar of the magic world, have!"