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Chapter 175: Hogwarts is my place.

Because of this, even wizard families that had been immersed in black magic for a long time seldom demonstrated it personally as a target when teaching their offspring to practice the Sojourn Spell.

Most black wizard families preferred to use some small animals to demonstrate this most dangerous unforgivable spell.

The young wizards under the stage also heard Dracula's instructions for Riddle to use the Sobriety Spell on them, and could not help but be in an uproar.

"Professor, stop it!" One of the minor wizards near the dueling stage shouted.

"Don't forget what happened to the last few professors of Defense Against the Dark Arts before you, Professor!" A somewhat smarter minor wizard chose to persuade from a different angle.

Even the slowest little wizards in the auditorium gradually reacted, and immediately after, more little wizards joined the team to persuade Professor Dracula not to risk his life.

"Professor, it's too dangerous!" Harry, who had not yet recovered from the exhaustion of constantly resisting the Soul Snatching Spell just now, forced himself to stand up with his sleepiness, "It's just a lesson, there's no need for you to put yourself in danger, right?"

No more than many other young wizards who were learning about the Unforgivable Spell for the first time, or if they had known about it but were seeing it for the first time, Harry could be considered an expert on the Soulstice spell.

During the previous school year, he had been lured into learning the Sorcery Spell for a long time by Riddle, who appeared to him only in the form of a diary, and had even nearly blown through the window grill of the Dursleys' house where he had been confined with the Sorcery Spell in a fit of emotional insanity.

Despite the fact that Harry and Riddle's relationship had been reunited through Riddle's deliberate efforts, he still felt a pang of fear every time he remembered how he had felt when he had come so close to casting the Sojourn Spell.

It was a spell that could take a person's life if they weren't careful!

However, Dracula on the dueling stage didn't care at all about the environment that was almost considered to be boiling over.

He raised his hand indifferently, interrupting the intense emotions of the young wizards.

"All be quiet!" His voice reached every little wizard's ears, "As your professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, I still have this bit of discretion."

"Don't worry, if I can't even block this guy Riddle's Soothsayer spell, I don't have the face to continue to be your professor, the professor will be directly replaced by him!"

Dracula's tone seemed extremely conceited, even egotistical.

Of course, he also had the capital for this conceit. After all, not everyone possessed a physique that made it almost impossible to perish like him, and not everyone had survived for more than a thousand years, during which he didn't know how many times he had lived impatiently.

In the face of a spell cast by a wizard like Riddle, who was nowhere near Voldemort's peak strength, Dracula could even take the spell with his empty hand!

If he wasn't worried that catching the spell would be too shocking and expose his vampire identity in front of a group of students, plus he still had to teach the young wizards tips on how to deal with the spell, Dracula wouldn't have bothered to defend himself against this spell!

"Hurry up, you were called here so that you could cooperate with my lectures, if I tell you to let go you will let go, don't worry about taking the blame." Dracula looked to Riddle and said in an impatient tone.

"But ..." Riddle was still a little hesitant.

"Am I the professor or are you the professor?" Dracula said coldly, "Do it, don't hesitate there!"

Under Dracula's repeated urging, Riddle finally made up his mind, took a deep breath and slowly raised his wand.

"Avada Solace (Avada Kedavra)." He whispered.

An extremely thin and dim green light was cast from the tip of Riddle's wand, looking as if some green light bulb had leaked out some faint electric sparks, trudging through the air in Dracula's direction.

Dracula: "..."

He casually flicked his wand, picking the green spell, which was not yet as bright as the electrical sparks, to the ground.

The infinitely weakened version of the Sojourn spell immediately went out in the blink of an eye like a line of soot that fell to the ground, leaving not a trace behind.

Riddle's eyes widened as he watched Dracula's maneuver of picking off the Life Saving Curse, and the expression on his face was a good interpretation of the word dumbfounded.

In his knowledge, no matter how weak the magic power applied by the spell caster in the Life Saving Curse, the characteristics of this most dangerous Unforgivable Curse would not change at all, and there was still no magic that could resist it.

However, Dracula simply moved his wand and sent this weak but genuine Sojourn Spell flying to the side, obliterating it on the dueling platform.

This was simply unconscionable!

Picking off a spell with a wand was originally the exclusive skill of a powerful sorcerer, and usually, this kind of combat skill was only used when facing a sorcerer many times weaker than oneself.

This is because opponents whose magic power is close to the same level, the magic spells they cast are also at the same level.

Facing the same level of magic spells, it is difficult for a sorcerer to be able to easily defuse their attacks, and usually choosing to avoid, or use defensive magic to fight is a better choice.

The combat technique of picking off magic spells is actually divided into two kinds:

One is to wrap the variant form of the Iron Armor spell around one's own wand, thus preventing the opponent's spell from coming into contact with one's own body range and ensuring optimal safety;

The other is to use superior magical understanding, as well as quick-eyed reflexes, to find the attack path of the opponent's magic spell the moment it strikes, and promptly use the spell-casting material at the tip of the wand to control it and instantly pick the spell off.

The latter method was much harder to achieve and more dangerous than the former, so most wizards would use the former method in battle.

However, the method Dracula used was undoubtedly the latter.

Riddle stared dazedly at the location where the Sorcery Spell he had cast had disappeared, and did not return to his senses for half a day.

Just then, Dracula became impatient first.

"Assistant Professor Riddle, do you dare to tell me that what you just cast was a Sojourn spell?" He looked at the handsome face across from him with a smirk, his tone cold, "If you're here to be an assistant teacher, take it seriously or you won't be able to get your hands on your paycheck."

Riddle, who was merely a Soul Vessel origin and did not have any family assets, had absolutely no other source of income, and he still really, really needed this salary for being an assistant teacher.

So Riddle finally made up his mind, gritted his teeth fiercely, and raised his wand once again-

"Avada Sorcery (Avada Kedavra)!"

Unlike the weak sound that came out when he recited the spell last time, this time, Riddle's voice was full of vigor, and a hint of the murderous intent necessary to cast the Sojourn spell permeated his eyes.

A blinding green light cut across the dueling stage and shot in front of Dracula in an instant.

The crowd of young wizards on the stage closed their eyes in fear, unable to bear the sight of Dracula being struck by the life-saving spell.

"Open your eyes and watch my movements well!"

Nor did he see Dracula open his mouth, but his voice appeared very abruptly in the ears of every little wizard who had closed their eyes, as if it was a little faster than the green beam of light cast by Riddle.

"Watch carefully, I won't demonstrate the same response a second time!"

At the same time, Dracula raised his eerie wooden wand-

"Flock of Birds (Avis)."

One bird after another flew out from the front of Dracula's wand, meeting the incoming green beams of light like moths to a flame.

Each time a bird was struck by the Sorcery spell and dissipated into a point of light, the green glow that represented the Sorcery spell faded a few more points until it disappeared completely.

The little wizards under the stage watched this magical scene with wide eyes, and the auditorium, which was still somewhat noisy, unconsciously fell into silence.

"Did you see everything?" Dracula withdrew his wand and said to the small wizards present, "This is one of the more advanced applications of Transfiguration - the Summoning Spell, and the one I just used was the Bird Summoning Spell."

"Although the creatures changed with the Summoning Spell are somewhat different from real beings, these summons still have certain qualities in their bodies that only real beings possess, and the odds are that they will be able to deceive the not powerful enough Sorcery Spell, thus weakening, or even completely dissolving, the spell." Dracula explained.

Hearing Dracula's comment, Riddle's face stiffened for a moment.

It wouldn't make anyone happy to think that the Life Saving Spell that he was originally very satisfied with was described as "not strong enough".

"It's not just the bird summoning spell I just cast, other kinds of summoning spells can be used as well." Dracula continued.

His gaze went to Draco Malfoy of the Slytherin Academy, "Mr. Malfoy should have dabbled in this, the Snake Summoning Spell that you once cast at the Dueling Club can be used to ward off the Sojourn Spell as well."

With that said, Dracula waved his wand and casually demonstrated the Snake Summoning spell to the young wizards.

"The incantation for the Serpent Summoning Spell is, Ouroboros Out of the Hole (Serpensortia)."

A large snake landed on the ground, and before it could respond, Dracula undid the spell with another vanishing spell.

"This is the first method of response." He said to the young wizards.

"Riddle, go ahead and cast the Sorcery spell on me." Dracula then waved his hand at Riddle once again, "Don't show any mercy, you can cast a few more, the kind that chases me around, so that the class can watch a little more vividly."

Riddle's face immediately just fell.

Overcoming the heavy psychological pressure to use the life-saving spell on Dracula is already difficult, how can you let a few more be released to chase after him?... He is afraid that he can't be hit ah!

"What are you waiting for, why don't you do it?" Dracula once again urged, "Do you still want the paycheck?"

Riddle's face changed once again.

'Alright, for the paycheck!'

He was silently ruthless and waved his wand menacingly-

A blinding green beam of light suddenly shot out, and this beam was followed closely by two other beams that were deflected to the left and right directions, vaguely blocking Dracula's route to dodge.

Riddle had already given full play to his strength, the casting of the magic spell seemed to have a bit of the flavor of Voldemort at his peak.

Looking at the three Sorcery spells in almost no particular order, Dracula nodded in satisfaction.

"Keep your eyes open and watch." He explained while pointing his wand at the ground in a nonchalant manner.

"Room collapse (Deprimo)."

As the spell fell, a large hole was blasted in the hard dueling table.

Dracula landed in the middle of the large hole in one smooth motion, dodging three of the Sojourn Spells. Riddle's next spell followed, but it hit the solid dueling platform, and had no chance to touch Dracula's body.

"It's a spell designed to change the terrain, quite useful some times."

Riddle withdrew his wand, and Dracula then leapt lightly through the large hole and landed on the dueling platform once more.

"Similar to that are other terrain altering magics, such as lifting up a piece of ground to form a wall to block the attack of a sorcery spell."

Dracula waved his wand casually and a portion of the dueling platform rose up to form a wall.

"It's true that there's no way to intercept a Sorcery spell with protective magic, but the terrain factor doesn't cover it." He said, "But only if you haven't encountered a powerful enough dark wizard of that sort-"

Dracula raised his hand and cast a Sojourn spell, a bright, blinding green lightning bolt that, like a blasting spell, broke through the wall that had formed on the dueling platform in an instant, and continued to blast far into the wall of the auditorium before finally losing all of its power.

"Professor, what should we do when we encounter such a powerful dark wizard?" Fred suddenly raised his hand and asked in a loud voice.

"There shouldn't be many black wizards in the magic world that have this much power." Dracula glanced at Fred and snorted, "If you're really unlucky to run into one, I suggest you guys don't resist and just surrender."

Hearing Dracula's words, Hermione, who was standing next to Harry, revealed an incredulous expression.

"I completely guessed wrong." She muttered.

"What?" Ron asked curiously, "There's actually something you'd say wrong?"

"Not only wrong, but dead wrong." Hermione stretched out her hands over her face, "I thought before that Professor Dracula was a decent wizard who couldn't use his black magic any better than a dark wizard, now that I think about it it's a bit ridiculous ..."

"He's clearly the best dark wizard ever!" Hermione exclaimed.

...

On the devastated dueling stage, Dracula was still emphasizing the do's and don'ts about fending off the sorcery spell.

"Although these few tips can improve your chances of survival against the Sojourn Spell, don't think that if you learn these things, you'll be able to face dark wizards straight on." Dracula swept his eyes over all the small wizards present and said coldly.

"All that is required to be able to use these techniques is that you have sharp enough reflexes, as well as swift enough spell casting speed."

"If you can't remain calm in the face of a dark wizard, think of the most appropriate spell casting technique as quickly as possible, and successfully cast it in the nick of time, then all the knowledge you've learned today will be meaningless!"

"To be honest, underneath the peaceful environment of the magic world right now, there has always been a great danger lurking, and I don't know which day a large number of black wizards will sweep through the entire magic world ... This is also the true purpose of my wanting to teach you all today's methods of responding to black magic."

"Compared to successfully using the response methods I taught you today in front of black wizards, I actually prefer that all of you never have the chance to use these methods."

"You are my first and so far only batch of students, and I sincerely hope that you can encounter fewer dangers and live well in the magic world ..."

Dracula sighed softly and turned his head to the clock hanging on the wall of the auditorium.

"It's getting late, and in light of the fact that this section of the Dueling Club was delayed by a few minutes and took away from your rest time, all written assignments on Defense Against the Dark Arts for this week are cancelled."

"Class dismissed!"

Dracula didn't care what the students had to say about this open class on Black Magic Defense Art, nor did he pay attention to the students who wanted to ask questions they didn't understand, and he didn't even bother to care about the dueling dais that had been tossed around in disarray ...

The moment he finished announcing the dismissal of the class, he transformed into several fluttering bat shadows and disappeared into the very center of the auditorium.

...

It was night, and the candlelight in the Hogwarts Headmaster's office was quite bright.

Dumbledore was sitting behind his desk as usual, and from his movements it seemed that he was dealing with some documents concerning the operation of the school, yet his eyes were always wandering.

At a certain moment, Dumbledore's vision suddenly came into focus.

He raised his finger, and the window of the Headmaster's office quietly opened a crack.

In the next moment, a silver-haired figure suddenly appeared by the window of the office, leaning against the bookcase by the window and looking at Dumbledore behind the desk.

"You seem to be enjoying your lecture today, Professor Dracula." Dumbledore looked up at the silver haired figure with a few teasing smirks, "How's it going, how does it feel to be teaching black magic to students?"

"You don't want to put labels on people, Dumbledore." Dracula laughed softly, "I didn't teach the students to use black magic, I just taught them some ways to deal with it."

"I don't mean to blame you," Dumbledore smiled and shook his head, "I'm just a little surprised at the last part of your speech, Professor Dracula, and feel ... that it's not quite like your style. "

"Is that so? Then tell me what my style is?" Dracula hooked the corner of his mouth.

"After that incident last semester where you took an unauthorized leave of absence for yourself, I almost thought I was going to have to recruit a new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor." Dumbledore spread his hands, "I thought Hogwarts couldn't keep you Lord Earl anymore ..."

"Who would have thought that our Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts would not only return to the school, but even seem to belong a little more than before he left. What you just said seems to really stand up as a dedicated professor and no longer see yourself as an outsider."

Listening to Dumbledore's comment, Dracula fell silent.

"But I wasn't an outsider in the first place ah ...," after a moment, he suddenly laughed, "Hogwarts was originally my place ah."