Professor Vampire.

Chapter 89: L have a dream.

"Is that so? You just easily approved Tesla's vacation?"

In the eerie reception hall of Dracula's castle, Serina reclined in a tall Gothic chair, looking somewhat displeased.

"Yes, don't you think his story is quite moving?" Dracula casually sat on the long table in the center of the hall, glancing at Serina on the Gothic chair. "By the way, I remember that this chair is supposed to be mine. How did you end up occupying it?"

"Well, it's your fault for being so hands-off." Serina rolled her eyes. "If you agree to come back and manage the castle, I'll immediately return your chair to you."

"Never mind, keep the chair. I've decided it's yours now," Dracula decisively abandoned his chair and shook his head. "Actually, sitting on the table isn't too bad."

"Of course, I prefer sitting on the windowsill. The view is much broader."

He looked at the empty long table and felt something was missing behind him.

So, Dracula's figure instantly disappeared from the table, reappearing a moment later on the tall windowsill on the side of the conference hall.

He sat on the spacious windowsill, leaning against the dark-colored glass that blocked out sunlight, holding a glass of red wine and gently swirling it.

"So, what happened to the wizard friend who erased Tesla's memory and later became a fool?" Serina turned her head and glanced at Dracula by the window, asking helplessly. "His experiences by the Danube River seem rather pitiable."

"Well, I suppose it's the punishment he deserved."

"I didn't do anything to Lohart," Dracula shook his head. "I thought about it and decided to send him to Dumbledore. As for dealing with his crimes and such troubles, it's better left to professionals like Dumbledore."

"As for whether he spends the rest of his life in Azkaban or St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, that's no longer my concern."

At that moment, the door to the reception hall was knocked on.

"Come in."

Serina immediately adjusted her reclining posture into a more formal sitting position and glared at Dracula, hoping he would present a more authoritative vampire leader image.

However, despite being over a hundred years old, Serina still looked somewhat youthful. Her so-called formal posture only made her seem a bit serious, lacking any real sense of authority.

As for Dracula, having managed Dracula's castle for centuries, he didn't need to rely on a formal appearance to instill respect in his subordinates.

He was respected by all vampires because of his genuine strength and achievements in sheltering many vampires.

Thus, Dracula had no intention of adopting Serina's formal stance. Instead, he changed to a more comfortable position, sprawling lazily on the windowsill and savoring his wine.

Two senior vampires entered the reception hall.

They solemnly extended their hands, jointly pushing a ragged, tall man towards Serina's Gothic chair.

"Werewolf?" Dracula glanced at the man, noting the claw marks on his clothes and the slightly unusual facial hair, and immediately became interested.

The man was a pale, angular middle-aged individual.

His light brown hair was streaked with gray, making him appear somewhat old. His clothes were tattered and patched up. It was clear that this werewolf, unlike Fenrir, was not one of the higher ranks and lived in great poverty.

"You're right, Lord Dracula!" One of the senior vampires approached, kneeling on one knee in front of the long table, respectfully addressing Serina and Dracula. "While patrolling below Dracula's castle, we discovered this werewolf sneaking around spying on our castle and captured him."

"However, it's strange that he did not resist our capture at all. Instead, he claimed to be a member of the Order of the Phoenix and wished to meet you."

"The Order of the Phoenix?" Dracula raised an eyebrow, looking at the unremarkable werewolf. "You're referring to Dumbledore's Order of the Phoenix, the group he formed to combat Voldemort?"

"Yes, that's the Order of the Phoenix, Count Dracula," the pale werewolf nodded. "My name is Remus Lupin. Two months ago, Dumbledore noticed unusual activity from Fenrir Greyback and sent me to infiltrate his werewolf pack to gather information."

"A few days ago, I learned from Fenrir's direct subordinates that the corpses Fenrir acquired were summoned by a mysterious person to help him subdue the werewolves in Romania. In return, Fenrir agreed to the mysterious person's demand to attack Dracula's castle."

Dracula finished the wine in his goblet, then jumped down from the windowsill.

"Hmm, it's a fairly complete account, though a bit late," he chuckled lightly. "I already learned about this from Greyback's memory. Voldemort knew these corpses wouldn't pose any real threat to me. He just wanted to send some cannon fodder to annoy me."

"But he might not realize that these mindless things aren't even worth the trouble."

Lupin showed a surprised expression.

"You didn't know? That werewolf king is already our prisoner, currently kept in a large dog cage." Dracula raised his hand, signaling the two senior vampires. "Let him go; he doesn't seem to be here to cause trouble."

"Cough, cough, cough, hold on!" Serina suddenly coughed with a serious expression.

The two senior vampires froze, glancing between Serina and Dracula, unsure whose orders to follow.

Serina then glared at Dracula as if to say that she was now the castle's administrator.

Dracula chuckled and shook his head, stepping back and making a "please" gesture.

Serina nodded in satisfaction.

"Alright, you can let him go now!" she said with a stern expression.

The two senior vampires twitched their lips, internally complaining about the identical orders they received from the two and meticulously removing Lupin's restraints.

"Okay, you can leave now," Serina said. "We'll question this werewolf separately."

After the two senior vampires left, Lupin stretched his sore shoulders and looked at Dracula.

"Professor Dracula, Dumbledore entrusted me with a letter for you," he said seriously, taking out a well-preserved envelope from his pocket. "But I must ensure that everyone present is trustworthy!"

"Hey, what's with this werewolf!" Serina was displeased with this statement and moved to snatch the envelope from Lupin's hand.

However, Lupin drew his wand and looked at Dracula for confirmation.

"Let her see it; it's fine," Dracula, seeing Serina's fierce gaze, reluctantly nodded. "What could Dumbledore write that's so secretive that it needs such protection?"

"Forget it, I'm not even interested in seeing it." Serina wrinkled her nose and sat back in the Gothic chair. "There might be something suspicious between the two of you. If I looked at it, I might feel uncomfortable."

Dracula sighed and slapped Serina's head. "What are you thinking at your young age?"

"You said I was already over a hundred and a capable young lady when you wanted me to help manage the castle," Serina retorted, holding her head in grievance. "And now, when it comes to teaching me, you start talking about my 'young age.' I think you're just bullying me because you know I can't beat you!"

Dracula put a hand on his forehead.

He felt he couldn't win an argument with this troublesome daughter, so he quietly shifted his focus to the letter in his hand, pretending not to hear her.

The envelope was of excellent quality, seemingly made from the same parchment as Hogwarts acceptance letters, with the words "For Professor Dracula" written on it.

Opening the envelope, there was a small, hastily written note inside.

Unlike the envelope's high quality, the note was very carelessly written, appearing as if it was torn from a student's cheat sheet.

The note contained only a single sentence—

"Harry Potter might have accidentally become half of Voldemort's Horcrux!"

Dracula's eyes widened in surprise, his mind racing.

A living person can be made into a Horcrux? Even the despicable Hepzibah didn't dare to do that back in the day?

He had to admit that Voldemort had quite a daring streak.

If Dumbledore's judgment is correct, does that mean killing Voldemort might require killing Potter first?

That doesn't seem quite right. After all, Potter is an innocent person, and such ruthless actions wouldn't even be allowed by Serina's vampire code of conduct.

Dracula pondered for a while and decided to stop thinking about it.

He preferred to deal with Voldemort directly rather than get entangled in such troublesome matters!

Suddenly, Dracula saw the note in his hand burst into flames, instantly igniting by itself.

Dracula frowned, and a cold white flame appeared in his hand, forcefully suppressing the flames on the note without damaging it in the slightest.

...Then he personally burned the note to ashes.

Dracula was very displeased with Dumbledore's attempt to destroy the things in his hands. It meant—he could throw it away himself, but no one else could take it!

"What kind of secret is so unspeakable that it has to be burned?" Serina looked over and asked suspiciously. "Could it be that there's really something undisclosed between you two?"

Dracula slapped Serina's head again.

"Focus on writing your 'Dracula Castle Regulations' and 'Vampire Code of Conduct,' and stop being so unruly!"

"Oh." Serina pouted, took out her notebook from her pocket, and secretly added a new note at the end—

"Don't trust anything Dracula says!"

...

Dracula paid no attention to Serina's small act