Hogwarts: This Dark Lord is so evil.

Chapter 478 Magic won't work? Then I'll learn a little bit of Taoist magic...

In the suburbs, a farm was gradually engulfed by fire.

A figure slowly emerged from the fire; it was Cain, who had successfully escaped.

His half-shattered body has now been fully restored.

As for what happened on the farm, that goes without saying.

Cain wiped his mouth with a silk handkerchief, his blood-red eyes gazing at the sky.

He definitely wanted to get revenge, but he had more important things to do right now...

In the United States, a bloodline progenitor also lies dormant.

This is also the purpose of his coming to the United States.

Previously, he was tracking the aura of the Heart of Blood, hoping to find the place where it slept.

Then they ran into Slytherin outside Ilvermorny...

However, he now intends to continue his previous pursuit, and as for revenge... he has plenty of patience.

"It's nearby... So many ignorant and unaware prey still live here, proving he hasn't woken up all these years." Cain thought to himself, his body transforming back into blood mist as he flew towards the open field beside the farm...

As the Blood Heart's sensation grew stronger, Cain stopped in front of a large mound of earth.

He looked at the barren mound of earth in front of him with suspicion. It was the sleeping place of a blood ancestor. No matter how much no descendants cared for it, it shouldn't be so desolate.

There isn't even a single tree here... how are we supposed to block out that awful sunlight?
"Mobius...it's time for him to wake up..."

Cain raised his hand, and crimson mist rapidly seeped into the earth...

But soon, he realized something was wrong.

The soil here... is unusually dry, and...

According to his exploration, the traces of the Blood Heart had long since disappeared underground!
In other words, Morbius, the Blood Ancestor, is no longer here.

Cain withdrew his blood magic, squatted down, picked up a clump of dirt, and brought it close to his nose to smell it.

“No… there was a battle here… all the vegetation was burned. Both sides used blood magic, the battle couldn’t have lasted more than three months…” Cain stood up, carefully examining the soil beneath the ground. “What exactly happened? How did another vampire awaken Morbius? And they fought a great battle? Who lost? Who won?”

Cain raised his hand and waved it lightly, and the large mound of earth in front of him was completely blown away!
Only after the large mound disappeared did Cain see some of the original features of the underground structures...

Cain drifted into the cave and continued downwards until he reached the bottom.

There was a broken stone chamber there, and inside the chamber, a stone coffin had been shattered into pieces.

Half of the corpse was buried among the debris, already dried out beyond recognition...

Cain slowly walked to the mutilated corpse, reached out and straightened it. "Oh... Morbius... my poor child... who did this to you?"

Cain gently stroked his gaunt face with his right hand, and gradually frowned.

Even if a vampire of the Blood Ancestor level is killed and his Blood Heart is taken away, he will still leave traces of magic.

But Morbius... didn't leave even the slightest trace of magic on his body.

He died like a Muggle with no abilities whatsoever...

It's like... like I've been drained dry by something!
Judging from the traces on the battlefield, there is no doubt that the other side was also a vampire.

One vampire completely drained another vampire's blood and magic?
This is almost impossible, because vampire blood has no effect on other vampires!

Cain examined it for a long time before he had no choice but to accept this absurd fact.

A Blood Ancestor was killed and drained dry by a fellow clansman, and most importantly... the Blood Heart he cared about most was also gone!
It's highly likely that it was also absorbed by this audacious vampire...

Could it be that he thinks absorbing other people's blood hearts will make him stronger?

Cain's face turned ashen. Besides himself, there was only one other Blood Ancestor who could kill a Blood Ancestor with blood magic.

In any case, the vampire clan has now lost two more vampire ancestors.

Because vampires are few in number and have difficulty reproducing...

Regardless of who this Blood Ancestor is, the fact that he slaughtered his own kind... has already touched a raw nerve!

If you break the rules you set for yourself, then even the Blood Ancestor will not survive.

"Damn it... they even stole my Heart of Blood!" At this moment, Cain actually began to understand Slytherin's feelings.

Cain snapped his fingers lightly, and the half-dead corpse of Morbius on the ground was gradually consumed by flames...

At the same time, the names of the twelve Blood Ancestors had already gone through his mind.

With only twelve people, excluding the dead, it would be easy for him to guess who the suspect was.

"It must be you... Heh, as bold as ever... So that's how it is. Thinking about it this way, all those vampires who died mysteriously over the years are also related to you... Those blood ancestors who couldn't wake up because their descendants disappeared, they weren't actually unable to wake up, but died at your hands, right? You little brat, you're quite capable... Are you trying to replace me? You're dreaming..."

Cain's figure disappeared into the cave.

After a while, the soil fell, and the cave entrance collapsed...

The place where Morbius, the Blood Ancestor, slept was buried by Cain with mud, truly becoming his eternal resting place.

……

"This way! This way!"

At dawn, Miravia stood atop a clock tower, waving into the distance.

"Hoohoo!"

A fiery dragon swooped down from the sky... its power was terrifying.

However, the Muggles walking on the ground were completely unaware that such a huge creature had appeared above their heads...

"Whoosh!"

As it approached the clock tower, the fire dragon suddenly shrank, and a wisp of white mist also landed on the clock tower. The white mist dissipated, revealing Li Weide's figure.

The shrunken fire dragon landed on Li Weide's shoulder, its ginger-yellow eyes quietly watching Miravia in front of it.

"If you hadn't messaged me to wait for you, I might have already caught up with that jerk," Miravia said with some dissatisfaction.

"It's never a bad thing to be cautious," Li Weide said.

“I’m very familiar with vampires, how could I possibly make a mistake?” Miravia was somewhat displeased.

“A thousand years ago, Slytherin, the most insidious and ruthless of the four great powers, was killed without a trace, and his body was stolen to make him a vampire for so many years. That’s not something an ordinary person can do… If the guy you encounter is the one who plotted against Slytherin back then, you might really suffer.”

Miravia was somewhat unconvinced, but didn't know how to refute it, because it was indeed possible.

This kind of enemy is not terrifying because of their strength, but because of their cunning...

If they're truly willing to fight you face-to-face, then there's nothing to worry about.

"You don't want to lose your physical body for decades again, do you?" Li Weide asked.

Miravia was immediately deflated, but still somewhat unconvinced, she said, "I don't think he's the same guy from a thousand years ago. If he were, how could such a treacherous person be so easily ambushed by my Killing Curse?"

“Killing Curse… Shatter… So it seems Tom wasn’t wrong.” Li Wade pondered.

“Yes. I used the Killing Curse, an ancient magic-enhanced, super-powered version,” Miravia said.

“I’ve done that before, but… this is the first time I’ve ever seen a Killing Curse blow a person to pieces. I heard that the old man came back with a bag full of porridge…” Li Weide said, frowning.

“I don’t know either, but he really just shattered like that… The old man said it might be because his soul wasn’t in that body, so the Killing Curse couldn’t kill him, and could only shatter his body like an object.”

"Tsk...this is so troublesome." Li Weide said with some frustration.

What kind of monsters and snakes are these?!

Slytherin was probably right...

Only items deemed inanimate by the Killing Curse will be blown to pieces, meaning this thing's true form is not present.

A manipulated puppet possesses the power to suppress the ghostly Slytherin. What kind of monster is this?!

If vampires are this strong, how have those werewolves, those weaklings, managed to fight them for so many years?
There were just too many strange things... Li Weide felt more and more like he didn't recognize this world anymore.

"Stop talking, let's start tracking... I don't believe the two of us can fall for it together!" Miravia said eagerly.

"Which way did he run off to?" Li Weide asked.

“Uh…” Miravia was speechless for a moment because she really lost track of him, and the instrument stopped responding due to its limited range.

Li Weide couldn't help but scratch his nose. "You said we almost caught up? Turns out we lost him a long time ago..."

“It’s alright, take me to the place where the battle took place last night…” Li Weide said.

“Alright, let’s try the tracking spell to see if it works.” Miravia said, taking Li Wade’s hand and Apparating directly to the battlefield from last night.

There are no Muggles outside the Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, so Apparition can be used without fear of scaring them.

Since Miravia used nightmare magic to deceive the professors' senses last night, no one came to check what had happened this morning.

Therefore, the traces of the battlefield have not been destroyed.

Li Weide carefully examined the surrounding traces and could tell that the battle last night had been fierce...

“That guy didn’t use his full strength when he fought the old man,” Li Weide said. “He only used vampire magic at the very end…”

At this moment, Li Weide was standing in the very spot where the thorny vines had sprouted last night, a place permeated with the unique magical energy of vampire magic.

This guy's magic seems to be much purer than Dracula's and his companions' blood magic.

While Li Weide was surveying the battlefield, Miravia on the other side had already begun using tracking magic to reposition herself.

But... it always ended in failure.

Miravia tried nearly ten times, using several different tracking spells, but ultimately still couldn't get the right direction.

Because that guy turned into a blood mist and escaped last night, these tracking spells guided him for a short distance before completely losing sight of him!

Li Weide patted Miravia on the shoulder, "Let me give it a try."

“I’ve tried so many tracking spells but none of them worked. Do you have any other tracking spells?” Miravia asked.

"I know about the same tracking magic as you... however, I've also learned a little bit of the Taoist magic used for tracking. Perhaps I can give it a try..."

As Li Weide spoke, he used a stone from the roadside to turn it into a stone basin.

Then, the stone basin was filled with clear water using the "Clear Water Like a Spring" spell.

Li Weide stood in front of the stone basin, took a deep breath, and then quickly made several complicated hand seals while chanting incantations.

Miravia stood by and watched, not saying a word, but she was actually quite skeptical of this so-called Taoist method.

She had seen charlatans perform similar tricks during her travels to the East, but those were just deceptive illusions, not real...

Just as Miravia was muttering to herself, Li Weide, who had been chanting incantations with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes and pointed his hand gestures sharply at the basin of water.

A ripple spread across the water's surface, and the ripples gradually became more numerous.

Suddenly... a red light flashed across the water's surface, and then the water abruptly calmed down.

At the same time, a somewhat blurry image gradually appeared on the water's surface, in which a cloud of red mist was flying through the air!

"What kind of magic is this? It really works! But... why is it so blurry?"

"This is the Eastern technique of circular light... but what I received is not the true inheritance, only a fragment, so I only know a little bit about it... blurry is blurry, just make do with it... take off your glasses and it will be clear."

But we don't wear glasses either!

(End of this chapter)