Professor Vampire.

Chapter 63: Forced clearing of the night sky

As Dumbledore raised his wand, Dracula's eyes gleamed with intense fervor.

"After all this time, I finally get to have a go at you, Dumbledore?" His mouth curled into an exaggerated grin, revealing his extremely sharp fangs. At the same time, the eerie wooden wand made from a pinky bone silently appeared in his free right hand.

Since waking up, Dracula had never felt as excited as he did now.

Over the centuries, he had encountered only a few opponents who could bring him enjoyment in battle, and all of them were powerful wizards who had dominated their eras.

However, such formidable wizards, recognized as Grand Sorcerers whose strength is acknowledged throughout the magical world, were extremely rare. Therefore, Dracula seldom found interest in fighting others.

But today was different!

Today, Dracula's opponent was the greatest Grand Sorcerer of the contemporary era, Albus Dumbledore! He was eager to unleash his full strength and have a fierce battle!

Dumbledore, watching Dracula suddenly become excited, looked gravely at the glowing orb in his left palm.

At this moment, the dark, black-hole-like orb had expanded to the size of a fire dragon's egg, and the air around it was twisting violently.

Through the distorted air, Dracula could vaguely see Dumbledore behind the black hole, and it seemed like a glimmer of cunning flashed in his blue eyes behind his glasses.

"Professor Dracula, I've changed my mind," Dumbledore cheerfully winked at Dracula. "If you want to blow up Slytherin's hidden chamber, go ahead! I won't stop you."

As he spoke, he wrote a Nivonian rune on the partition next to the brass tap. The rune, resembling a piercing eye, gradually turned transparent and vanished.

The next moment, a large red bird appeared in a burst of flames, landing on Dumbledore's shoulder. It proudly lifted its long neck towards Dracula, flapped its wings, and carried Dumbledore away from the dilapidated girls' lavatory.

"Huh?"

Watching Dumbledore leave, Dracula stood stunned.

He then glanced at the "black hole" in his hand, now larger than a fire dragon's egg and completely unretractable. His eye twitched involuntarily.

Damn it, how is he supposed to blow this up? Does he want him to blow up the entire Hogwarts Castle?

With a darkened face, Dracula raised the wand he had intended to use in a grand battle against Dumbledore and pointed it at the filthy little window beside—

"Fira."

The glass shattered, revealing the dark night outside.

Dracula squeezed the "black hole" and pushed it forcefully towards the cloudy sky outside the window.

The orb's dark color blended into the night as it soared rapidly into the high sky—

"Boom!"

A deep rumble echoed from the sky, nearly shaking Hogwarts Castle. Countless years of dust fell in a shower.

The clouds in the night sky dispersed, and the gathered mist was swept away.

The clouds cleared, revealing a bright full moon set against a clear night sky, surrounded by endless stars. The reflected starlight spilled like countless pearls on the shimmering Black Lake, dazzling brightly.

Dumbledore stood by the window of his office, quietly gazing at the pristine night sky with a smile on his face.

"Do you think Professor Dracula understands my intentions now?" he said to Fawkes on his shoulder, speaking more to himself.

"Whistle?" Fawkes tilted his head.

At that moment, a clean new hat, apparently feeling left out, hopped onto the windowsill.

"Are you talking to me, Dumbledore?" it asked in a rather unpleasant voice.

Dumbledore's expression stiffened, his carefully prepared emotions abruptly interrupted, leaving a lump of frustration in his throat.

And this feeling had clearly occurred more than once tonight...

"No, I wasn't talking to you, Hat," he took a deep breath and said expressionlessly.

"Well, it must be talking to me then!" Before the Sorting Hat could speak, a portrait of Phineas Nigellus Black hanging on the wall started speaking, "Let me tell you, Albus, this Dracula is certainly not as easy as he seems..."

"Silence, Phineas!" Headmistress Dilys Derwent interrupted, "Can't you see that Dumbledore is deep in thought?"

"Oh, I thought he was asking us something."

"..."

The portraits of former headmasters started chattering noisily.

Dumbledore rubbed his temples, reluctantly leading Fawkes away from the window and closing the partitioned portrait wall with a loud bang.

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Dracula's spell didn't strike the castle but still affected Hogwarts—

Two fifth-year prefects, Percy and Penelope, were having a secret meeting in the entrance courtyard's cloister.

The dark night abruptly turned clear, and the sudden brightness made the two brave students lose their sense of security.

The two blushing prefects, too timid to openly break the rules, quickly retreated to their respective dormitories.

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In the Forbidden Forest, Hagrid was hiding near a group of fire crabs.

He had secretly placed a scorpion-tailed beast near the fire crabs and sprinkled some animal pheromones, attempting to crossbreed the two species to create a new one.

However, the suddenly brightened night revealed Hagrid's massive figure to both agitated species, and the fire crabs and scorpion-tailed beasts charged at him in a united fury...

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In the castle's corridors, a pair of red-haired twins were playing their weekly game of hide and seek with caretaker Filch.

They had distracted Filch's cat with a homemade cat toy to avoid being scented by it and hid in a dimly lit corner of a hall.

Suddenly, a loud noise came from above, causing the entire castle to shake slightly, and a thick layer of dust to fall.

Fred was caught in the dust and couldn't help but cough.

Filch immediately heard the noise and began to walk slowly toward the dim corner of the hall.

"Don't worry, it's so dark here, we can easily slip to another corner while he's not looking," George whispered.

At that moment, the clouds cleared, and a bright moonbeam streamed through the hall's window, perfectly illuminating Fred and George's faces.

The Weasley twins: "..."

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And the mastermind behind all this, Dracula, had already left the dilapidated girls' lavatory, leaving a small bat hanging in the shadows of the lavatory corner, watching the non-functioning brass tap.

He understood Dumbledore's plan.