Professor Vampire.

Chapter 315: Change the world

One step out, change the world!

The scene behind the curtain is exactly the same as the last time I entered. The first thing that comes into view is a large umbrella-shaped, curled, leafless sea of ??flowers.

Countless Lycoris radiata spread all over the dark earth, and the red petals are like waves.

The sky is dark gray, there is no sun in the sky, and a faint light comes from nowhere, and a gloomy world appears before my eyes.

At the end of the sea of ??flowers, there are towering peaks in a row. A tall figure sits on a throne of bones. There is a black cloak hanging behind him, and countless skull-shaped phantoms are piled up at the bottom of the cloak.

However, unlike the first time I saw it, at this moment, the dense skulls on the death cloak are screaming in pain, and countless black flocs of energy are spit out from the mouths of the skulls, connecting to the void that I don't know where it leads to.

Feeling the constant fluctuation of power from the Death God transmitting to the outside world, Dracula smiled.

He knew that Dumbledore and Grindelwald had successfully completed their respective tasks.

"Then, leave it to me next."

Dracula slowly stepped forward, playing with the Elder Wand that he had snatched from Dumbledore with a disarming spell.

This wand only recognizes the strong, and if it is not done this way, it will not be able to exert its true power, so Dracula and Dumbledore had a not-so-fake match - Dumbledore, who had long passed his peak, had a total amount of magic power that was originally inferior to Dracula, so the handover ceremony of the Elder Wand was relatively smooth.

This time, Dracula, wearing an invisible cloak, walked all the way to the close of the throne of bones, and the Death God sitting on the throne of bones suddenly raised his head, revealing a pair of dark gray eyes without any focus.

"Who is it?!"

He asked in a hoarse voice, his face almost devoid of flesh and blood, made only of dry skin and bones.

"It's been a while since we last met, Mr. Death." Dracula chuckled and casually said under the cover of the invisibility cloak, "I'm here to collect the debt you chased away last time."

Death's dark gray eyes were stained with a touch of black, staring at the place where the voice came from.

"It's you! The kid from the vampire clan last time." He said coldly, "You really picked a good time. It seems that you have made a lot of preparations. You can even find my invisibility cloak... Wait!"

In Death's cold voice, his tough confidence suddenly wavered a little, "You actually collected all three things?"

"Are you scared?" Dracula asked playfully, spinning the Elder Wand between his fingers.

"Afraid?" Death let out a laugh like the collision of metal and iron from his throat, "You may not understand the gap between us. The life of me and your world has never been on the same level. This is far from being compensated by your little things!"

"Really?" Listening to the strong declaration of the Death, Dracula raised his mouth with interest, "Then why are you in a hurry? Since the gap between us is so big, shouldn't you just stand still and let me beat you?"

Fire flashed in the cold eyes of the Death.

"Blood clan, you are provoking me." He said coldly.

"Didn't you say that we are not on the same level?" Dracula chuckled, "If the gap is really as big as you said, you won't be hurt no matter how I do it... Or are you bluffing?"

The voice of the Death froze.

The dark sky became even darker than before, with thick black clouds piled up thickly, and an ugly face that looked like the god of death looked down at Dracula.

The bloody river water between the countless mountains around surged rapidly, and rows of huge waves with a fishy smell rose and fell one after another, carrying countless hideous skeletons out of the cage, and the rough bones wrapped in chains almost touched the sky, intertwined with the faces in the sky.

The heavy pressure was all on Dracula, as if the weight of the world was so heavy that it was almost suffocating.

"Tsk, stingy guy, you can't take a joke at all." Dracula frowned, then sneered and shook his head.

A pair of black, wide wings supported by several sharp bones spread out behind him, and Dracula slowly flew into the air under the pressure of the world.

The invisibility cloak lost its invisibility function at some point, and turned into a fluid covering Dracula's skin, sharing the oppression of the entire world and resisting the constant erosion;

The resurrection stone flashed rhythmically on the ring, gradually turning into the same color as Dracula's wine-red eyes, protecting his thoughts and spirit;

Dracula slowly and steadily waved the old wand, drawing a circle beside him——

A full moon quietly emerged in the world that was about to fall into darkness, dyeing the dark clouds covering the sky and the scarlet river water that swept the earth with a touch of silver light.

Dracula slowly rose into the air in the light of the full moon, his silver hair moving without wind, his dark wings covering half of the moonlight, and casting a deep and lonely shadow on the blood-stained ground.

A silky-soft blood flowed behind the wings, turning into a bright red stream, winding in a graceful arc outside the dark moonlight, and meandering in the direction of Dracula's slender fingers.

The bloody silk-like stream kept flowing and swirling, and the full moon was quietly suspended... confronting the dark clouds and the scarlet river water of this world.

Before Dracula's magic was fully formed, the dark clouds and the scarlet river water had already pressed down like mountains... Not just like mountains, but there were really thirteen mountains covered with corpses pressing down!

"Boom--"

The blood-red stream hit the scarlet river, the bright full moon shone on the dark clouds, and Dracula raised one hand to hold up the overlapping mountains...

Although the spells of Dracula and the god of death seemed to be completely disproportionate in size and momentum, the situation of the two sides was strangely deadlocked together-

The overlapping mountains stagnated, the streams and rivers stopped flowing, the dark clouds stopped rolling, and even the light from the full moon stopped in half, no longer illuminating a bit more!

"What did you do?" The hoarse voice of the god of death sounded in the dark where the moonlight did not shine, mixed with astonishment and confusion, "Why is my power suddenly out of control?"

Dracula smiled softly.

He released his left hand holding the mountains, gently flapped his wings, lightly bypassed the still blood-red stream, and flew to the other side of the full moon.

The chaotic environment that was originally emitting bursts of roars has now become silent, as if all sounds have been lost in an instant, isolating any medium for sound transmission, and the silence is terrifying.

"When I first came to this world, I was actually thinking about one thing..."

Dracula's voice rang out in the silence, without an echo, but it seemed particularly loud and harsh.

"I was thinking, as a dark being, can I use the energy here in turn?" He said calmly.

"I once asked a friend to do an experiment to determine the difference between several different kinds of dark energy - it turns out that there is no difference. In other words, all darkness comes from the same source."

"Not long after, I learned that there is such a world of death."

"The conclusion is obvious. This is the source of all darkness in the world. Since I can control the dark energy in this world, I should be able to control it here..."

"When the three Deathly Hallows eliminate the interference of this world's authority for me, then the darkness here should be divided into half for me!"

Dracula suddenly raised his hand and snapped his fingers -

The red river surged back, the mountains returned, and the clouds retreated!

Almost in an instant, he took over half of the control of the world from the god of death, driving the attack originally launched against himself and returning it to the god of death on the throne of bones!

The god of death never thought that such a scene would happen. Caught off guard, he and his throne were crushed under the mountain by thirteen mountains.

Under the violent impact, a huge crack appeared on the entire ground, tearing open a canyon of ten thousand feet, and there seemed to be scarlet waves surging in the depths of the canyon.

"How could you...how could you control the power of this world in a short time?" The throne of bones rose from the bottom of the scarlet canyon, and the god of death sat on the throne and asked in a somewhat embarrassed manner.

"Maybe you don't believe it, but I have used this power many times." Dracula smiled happily, thinking of the mark in his gloomy wooden wand that could control darkness.

"But so what?" The god of death said hoarsely, "You can only take away half of the power of this world at most, and at most you can only coexist with me here... I don't see what you can do to me!"

"Wrong!" Dracula's smile became more and more playful, "Have you forgotten, Mr. Death? Before I entered this world, you lent your power to two wizards in the world!"

The god of death's withered gray eyes suddenly shrank.

He hurriedly drove the countless skulls under his cloak, trying to cut off their power connection with the outside world.

"Don't struggle, Mr. Death. It's not easy to take back the borrowed power." Dracula said with a smile, "Especially now that I have deprived you of half of your power, it will be very slow to take it back by force."

"Those two guys are a bit bad, but it cannot be denied that they are extremely outstanding and powerful wizards, and they can be undisputedly ranked among the top few in the history of the entire magic world."

"How can they easily return the power they borrowed to you?"

Dracula chuckled and waved to the God of Death.

"Goodbye, Mr. Death."

A powerful force that could not be surpassed, carrying the power of half the world, crushed the God of Death.

The God of Death tried to mobilize the power he still had in his body to resist, but in the end he could not resist the gap in power with Dracula... Gradually, the power of the God of Death was like being slowly crushed by a millstone, becoming weaker and weaker.

As one grew stronger, the other grew weaker, and the pressure on Dracula became stronger and stronger.

Dracula gradually realized what the so-called "Death God" was - it was just a dark creature that could control dark energy.

The first time the Death God saw Dracula, he felt disgusted with his identity as a vampire - because as the purest dark creature, Dracula was almost the only one who had the opportunity to control the dark energy here.

The Death God felt a strong threat from Dracula.

As for Herpo and Slytherin, who originally wanted to replace the position of the Death God, their wishes were actually wishful thinking from the beginning... If they were not born dark, they could not control the energy here, nor could they truly become the "Death God".

The figure on the throne of bones turned into tiny dark spots of light, crushed and crushed into powder, and this space soon lost the signs that the "Death God" had ever existed.

The skulls on his cloak fled in all directions, jumped into the scarlet river, and merged into a group with countless skeletons; the bones spliced ??together on the throne of bones struggled desperately, and seemed to want to go with those skulls.

Dracula waved his hand, letting the skeletons return to their original state and jump into the river.

Then, he slowly walked into the sea of ??red spider lilies, looking at the earth that had been restored to its original state after a great battle, and the dark gray gloomy sky.

"It seems to be over?"

It is indeed over.

Dracula sighed deeply.

The previous god of death completely lost the mark left in this world, and now the person who actually controls this world of death is Dracula.

Dracula felt the endless dark energy around him, as if he was using his arms and fingers, just like the magic power in his body; the surrounding mountains, rivers, ground and even sky seemed to change in his mind.

Dracula's mind moved, and he habitually snapped his fingers-

The entire vast world suddenly changed, the scarlet river and countless skeletons merged into a large lake, thirteen sword-like mountains turned into a castle standing by the scarlet lake, there was a small room in the castle, and a few red spider lilies were inserted on the windowsill of the room...

Dracula appeared in the room, sitting behind a desk, leaning comfortably on a soft armchair.

"After living for so many years, the most comfortable place is such an office in Hogwarts." He closed his eyes and whispered softly.

He snapped his fingers again.

The power originally lent to Voldemort and Herbo was forcibly taken back. Through the connection between this power and the present world, Dracula saw the interesting panic expressions of Voldemort and Herbo when they suddenly lost their power.

He also saw that although Dumbledore and Grindelwald were surprised for a moment, they each seized the opportunity and successfully captured Voldemort and Herbo.

Voldemort's soul was even weaker than Riddle's Horcrux, and was absorbed and merged by the Horcrux he made, and lost consciousness; Herbo's scepter was burned by the Fiendfyre, and Andros took the opportunity to use the Patronus to completely annihilate his fragile soul...

At this point, the plan to replace the god of death can be considered a complete success.

Dracula retracted his gaze and took out a delicate hourglass with a light golden color hanging on a golden necklace from his pocket.

"What a trouble, I have to go back again."

He looked at his gloomy wooden wand with an inexplicable expression.