Professor Vampire.

Chapter 311: A way to replace the Grim Reaper

Unexpectedly, it didn't take long for Dracula to learn about the last Horcrux.

"To Professor Dracula: Please pay attention to Voldemort's wand——"

Dracula took the letter sent by Dumbledore and looked at the elegant handwriting on it with some surprise.

"I noticed that during the two battles with Voldemort during this period, he used two completely different wands; we all know that Voldemort's wand is of the same origin as Harry's, and he cannot control the situation when the two wands touch each other."

"So in the battle in the Department of Mysteries, Voldemort used the wand of a subordinate to avoid unexpected situations. I can clearly see that the wand was not convenient for him."

"However, during the battle with Voldemort on the British border not long ago, I saw him using a wand that was quite suitable and powerful for him... I have used the power of the old wand as much as possible, but I was surprised to find that the power of Voldemort's wand was not much different from that of the old wand."

"Severus said that Voldemort recently had a brand new wand. The wand was made by Ollivander for him temporarily, so he may not be too interested in the old wand. "

"Although I don't agree with the second half of Severus's words, it is undeniable that the reference significance of the first half is very important-even if Ollivander's skills are very superb, he still finds it difficult to make a powerful wand that is not much different from the old wand. "

"Therefore, I think Voldemort himself made some changes to the wand. "

"In addition, during my battle with Voldemort, he protected his wand very well, especially resisting the contact between the wand and the fierce fire, which is completely different from his previous habit of using the wand as a spellcasting tool at will. "

"Combining these evidences, I reasonably speculate that Voldemort made his new wand into a Horcrux. "

"I hope Professor Dracula can know the above information. ——A. D."

The message of this letter is actually very simple, but the amount of information contained in it is not small. Dracula read it repeatedly several times.

First of all, if Dumbledore's inference is true, and if Harry's accident is excluded, then Voldemort's sixth Horcrux was made recently.

Can he bear the loneliness and wait for decades to make a Horcrux?

Or does the manufacture of Horcruxes have too great an impact on the maker, and Voldemort dared not continue to make Horcruxes for quite a long time?

Even with Dracula's knowledge reserve of more than a thousand years, he didn't know much about the taboo knowledge of Horcruxes - after all, he had no interest in pursuing immortality at all, and would only feel bored with such things...

In fact, in the entire magic world, even in the history of the magic world, there are very few wizards who know Horcruxes very well.

So far, the only two recorded Horcrux holders are the despicable Herbo and Voldemort. They both have a great influence on the magic world and are difficult to be completely eliminated...

"It's really troublesome..." Dracula pinched his eyebrows and swung Dumbledore's letter back and forth, "Where can I find someone who knows enough about Horcruxes and can tell me these things without reservation?"

He originally wanted to go to the secret realm on the top of Mount Olympus and force Herbo to tell him the secret of the Horcrux.

However, Herbo's experience of borrowing the power of the god of death last time made Dracula give up this idea.

If Herbo was forced to borrow the power of the god of death again, and his power surged again, the secret realm created by Andros might have problems again.

Then... who else would know Horcruxes like Voldemort and Herbo?

Dracula suddenly stopped swinging the letter-

He thought of someone he didn't want to see for a thousand years.

That person had received almost all of Herpo's inheritance, so he should have enough knowledge about Horcruxes.

...

Deep in the Forbidden Forest northeast of Hogwarts, there is an ancient ruin hidden in the mist.

This is the palace built by Salazar Slytherin himself. Luna, Harry, Ginny and Rolf had mistakenly entered here together. It was in this ruin that Rolf and Harry established a good friendship.

Of course, they didn't know that they had only come to the surface of the ruins, so they found almost nothing of value.

The dome was pierced, and the moonlight leaked down. The illumination spell and the dim moonlight clearly reflected the fine dust flying in the air, the dense spider silk covered the corners, and the mottled and peeling wall paint remained on the inner wall...

Dracula walked into the dilapidated palace silently and waved his hand gently.

The floating dust and the fine spider webs swaying in the breeze disappeared instantly, and the palace seemed to have returned to its tidy appearance in an instant.

A strange spell came out of Dracula's mouth.

The ground here suddenly began to shake, and the ground in the center of the hall sank into a big pit. Circles of spiral steps extended to the deepest part of the pit, leading to the bottomless abyss.

Of course, Dracula had no intention of taking the steps, and jumped down from the outside of the pit...

Green torches lit up one after another in the depths of the pit, illuminating the dim space.

"Brad, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

In the depths of the pit, a statue as tall as a person suddenly moved and said in a vicissitudes of life, "If I'm right, a thousand years should have passed..."

The statue had an old, monkey-like face, with a sparse long beard that almost dragged to the hem of the wizard's robe made of stone, and two gray big feet stood on the smooth floor deep in the pit.

He held an ancient scepter in both hands, his back was hunched, and his expression was very mysterious.

"Why are you so idle?" Dracula walked closer and kicked the scepter in the statue's hand to the side.

The statue lost its support and staggered, almost falling on its face...

"It's been so long since we last met, why are you so disrespectful?" The statue steadied itself and said a little depressed, "I am at least a great wizard with great reputation and a good reputation..."

"Good reputation?" Dracula's mouth twitched, "I think it means you will be infamous forever? The academy you founded has become a training base for dark wizards, and now the most annoying dark devil is also claiming that he is your descendant. How can you have any reputation?"

"What did you say?" The statue frowned its stone-carved eyebrows, looking a little dull, "What's the matter? How can they learn like me... I only left some black magic inheritance to my descendants, but I didn't let the students of the academy do the same!"

"Who asked the people of Slytherin College to take you as an example." Dracula chuckled and shrugged, "Sure enough, there is something wrong with you." Like founders, like college students. "

"Forget it, let's not talk about this." Salazar Slytherin changed the subject abruptly, "Tell me what to do, I've been waiting for you here for a thousand years... Why did you wait until now to come to see me?"

"I suggest you reflect on yourself." Dracula looked at the ugly statue of Slytherin and curled his lips in disgust, "You made yourself look like a ghost, I didn't come to see you just to avoid the only image you have in my eyes completely collapsing..."

"Tsk tsk, this decision is indeed very wise... Although I knew you made yourself like this, it's still a bit scary to see such an ugly thing talking with my own eyes!"

Slytherin: "..."

He subconsciously wanted to wave his scepter, and then found that the scepter had been kicked into the corner by Dracula.

So Slytherin could only wave his fist in the air and shouted angrily: "What do you know? I'm dedicating my youth to the study of magic!"

"Dedicating youth?" Dracula curled his lips and laughed, "I think you are just fascinated by Helbo's powerful black magic... You were not like this in the early days. Although you also yearn for powerful power, you will not lose your mind for power."

"Why, do you also want to pursue immortality?"

Slytherin opened his mouth and then fell silent.

Dracula shook his head gently, walked to the side of Slytherin's statue, and knocked on his hard shoulders and back in Slytherin's dissatisfied eyes, with an interested look in his eyes.

"One thing is beyond my expectation." Dracula said with interest, "I thought I would see a residual soul or a body made by magic... I didn't expect that this is just an ordinary statue?"

"Yes." Slytherin nodded slowly, "It is similar to the nature of the magic portrait, but it leaves more thoughts..."

Dracula's hand that was knocking on the statue also stopped suddenly.

"So... you didn't make a Horcrux?" he asked softly.

"I wanted to do it originally." Slytherin shook his head and sighed, "Although I have been influenced by you and have no great interest in immortality... but you understand me, the pursuit of stronger power is something I can't refuse at all."

"Why haven't I heard that Horcruxes can enhance power?" Dracula frowned, "I only know that it will split the soul and make people mentally retarded."

"Ahem... I won't become mentally retarded." Slytherin was choked by Dracula and had to explain, "Horcruxes can't actually increase the power of the user, but they are the only way to communicate to another level."

"I found a record in the ruins left by Herbo, which recorded all of Herbo's feelings when making Horcruxes... He saw another world through the state of being extremely close to death when splitting his soul."

"You mean... he saw the world of the god of death?" Dracula asked suddenly.

"You haven't made a Horcrux, how do you know this kind of thing?" Slytherin looked at Dracula in surprise.

"I accidentally discovered a channel to the God of Death..." Dracula said calmly, "It's not important, continue your story."

"It's not important?" Slytherin shouted, "I have been looking for so many years, and I only found the only way to communicate with the God of Death, which is to make Horcruxes. In the end, I gave up... But you told me that it's not important?!"

"It's really not important." Dracula said, "I entered the world of the God of Death directly with my soul and body. If it weren't for special circumstances, I would never come back. Is this really what you want?"

"That's exactly what I want!" Slytherin said affirmatively, "Brad, haven't you ever thought about it? Why can the three Peverell brothers fight against the God of Death through the Deathly Hallows?"

"What do you mean?" Dracula looked at Slytherin in confusion.

"What I mean is that the Death God himself is not actually irresistible. He can only mobilize countless powers from another level, which makes him so powerful!" Slytherin said, "Herbo wrote a sentence with regret: If he had not made a Horcrux, he might have found a chance to replace the Death God!"

Slytherin's words were shocking, and Dracula was a little stunned by what he said.

"Replace the Death God? Are you kidding?"

"I'm not kidding." Slytherin shook his head and said, "Herbo's records are very detailed. The Death God is just a dark creature that gained power from another level in ancient times. His function is to guide the stranded souls to go on."

"According to the long-term communication between Herbo and the Death God, this Death God seems to be dissatisfied with the long-term idleness, and has a perverse idea to infiltrate the power into the magic world-so he deliberately left loopholes for the departed souls. This is probably the reason why ghosts exist."

Dracula frowned even tighter.

"So you and Herbo both want to replace him?" he asked doubtfully, "What's the point of replacing him?"

"It's always irresistible to experience a stronger and more special power." Slytherin sighed, "Herbo was closely watched by his old rival Andros, and he took great pains to suppress him."

"And I have other selfish motives - Barrow and Helena have become ghosts and are stranded in the magic world. I am largely responsible for this because of my poor teaching... I want to give an explanation to Rowena who passed away."

"In that case, Salazar, why didn't you choose to make a Horcrux in the end?" Dracula asked again, "Leaving only this "A statue that can't carry much thought, this is not in line with your style..."

"If I use the Horcrux to survive, you and Godric will laugh at me for a long time." Slytherin laughed at himself, "Forget about Godric, he died a long time ago, and I can't hear his laughter... The problem is that there is a guy like you who can't die, so I have to think about it carefully."

"As for replacing the god of death, simply making a Horcrux can't do it-"

"Herbo once regretted making a Horcrux, because when he chose to borrow the power of the god of death, he was marked by the god of death, and he could never replace it further..."

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