The mastermind behind Hogwarts

Chapter 138 Is Hogwarts a Training Ground for Dark Wizards? (3000 words, please subscribe)

After Leon finished speaking, he pointed his wand at a vampire.

A gleam of excited light flashed in his eyes, "Avada Kedavra!"

A dazzling green light pierced through the crowd and struck a vampire.

The vampire died silently; his body fell to the ground with a thud, shattering the tranquility of the battlefield.

In the next instant, more than thirty vampires leaped into the air, their black cloaks billowing in the wind and obscuring the starlight.

The purebloods were startled awake by Moriarty's dazzling magic and drew their wands.

"Extremely painful!"

"Torn apart!"

"Flames are raging!"

"Crushed to pieces!"

"Obstacles are numerous!"

"Protect the Gods!"

All sorts of spells were used by the purebloods, dozens of magical lights flashed by, and the vampires made all sorts of responses, making the battlefield chaotic and the atmosphere extremely tense.

Exhausted after using the Killing Curse, Leon staggered back behind the group, and Tonks summoned her guardian spirit, Michelle.

The white rabbit hopped and skipped, bringing with it large swaths of bright light. Its pure aura dispelled the blood and darkness brought by the vampire, but it was soon entangled by a vampire.

Charlie raised his wand above his head, controlling the flames to create fire dragons that charged towards the vampires in the air, baring their fangs and claws.

The vampires let out mocking laughter and began to transform.

Some conjured werewolf arms, laughed disdainfully, and shattered Charlie's shapeshifting.

Some conjured up blood-red bat wings and chased after the fire dragon in the air.

Two seemingly elderly vampires chanted mysterious incantations, conjuring a large mass of black slime in their hands. This slime transformed several times in the air, forming a bloody net that swept over the purebloods.

Jericho, wand in hand, shouted, "Tear me apart! Tear me apart! Tear me apart!"

But the bloody net didn't budge, continuing to press down with its stench.

"The Split Curse isn't working," Leon hissed. "Let me try!"

He suppressed his discomfort, squinted, and raised his wand. "Try this, Divine Shield!"

"Sizzle—sizzle!"

The blood web split into several pieces like a piece of cloth being torn apart, and Jericho quickly added several splitting spells to completely shred it.

"If I remember correctly, that spell was Professor Snape's signature move, wasn't it?"

Tonks glanced at Leon and smirked. "Let me show you a trick. The spell that Professor Pomona Sprout taught me—a spell invented by Hufflepuff, one of the Four Great Masters!"

"Michelle, come back!" Tonks called to her guardian spirit, and the white rabbit abandoned its opponent and ran back to its master.

Its rival, the vampire, turned its attack on Tonks.

Tonks gave a cold laugh, turning her hair brown, the color of the earth. She brandished her wand and roared, "Mud Imprisonment!"

Suddenly, a swamp appeared beneath the vampire's feet. The ground softened, making it impossible for him to maintain his standing position. He slipped into the swamp and struggled frantically.

At the same time, clumps of mud fell from above, drenching his head and face.

The vampire was submerged in mud, its limbs too weak to struggle, and it was quickly swallowed by the swamp.

"Please remember, Hufflepuff comes from the swamp!" Tonks gave the swamp a graceful curtsy.

That made the purebloods suddenly remember that Tonks was also a woman of the Black family!

"Well done," Charlie grinned. "Now it's my turn. We are the pure-bloods of Hogwarts, and we can't let Slytherin and Hufflepuff steal all the limelight."

"Flames are raging!"

Charlie used the Fire Spell again, unleashing five large fireballs that illuminated the sky and ignited the passion in the hearts of the purebloods.

"The temperature of the flames is so high?" Tonks noticed that Moriarty's rain, snow, and cold wind had been evaporated.

Five large fireballs began to glow like the sun, and the surging temperature distorted the air, causing the vampires to scream and flee.

"The Sun of Gryffindor!"

Charlie raised his wand high, sweat beading on his forehead, his eyes gleaming with excitement: "Thanks to Mr. Moriarty, his concept of the three-state transformation inspired Professor McGonagall. Professor McGonagall has improved upon Transfiguration; vampires, you have nowhere to escape!"

Not all vampires are like Grand Duke Quinlan; they become weak, irritable, and thirsty when exposed to sunlight...

The scorching sun would burn their skin, and their fear of the sun was ingrained in their very bones, like a mouse seeing a cat.

They quickly wrapped themselves in black cloaks and fled in panic.

"Don't panic, they're just a few students!"

One of the older vampires shouted.

The old Jew who ran back to the castle to watch the battle heard this and spat.

"Are you blind? You can't even see the Killing Curse being used? And you call yourself a student? Is Hogwarts a training ground for British dark wizards? Is Dumbledore the ultimate Dark Lord? Where did this bunch of monsters come from?!"

After saying this, the old Jew imparted his wisdom to his grandson Isaac: "Although our Jewish family is not a native French vampire, we have been able to thrive and multiply in France. All sorts of forces give face to your grandfather, me. What did your grandfather rely on?"

"Is it...age?" Isaac asked absentmindedly, holding the woman.

The old Jew patted Isaac on the head and said earnestly, "It all comes down to reading between the lines and never provoking those you shouldn't!"

"See that? Age doesn't matter. The demon Kunlan has lived for thousands of years, yet he still fell to a student. Just watch closely."

Isaac glanced at the battlefield and thought that his beloved in his arms smelled better.

The old Jew sighed and continued reading.

The old vampire and the equally old vampire beside him exchanged a glance; they had been floating in the air since the start of the battle.

"Blood curse! With my blood, awaken the demon!"

The two vampires bit their fingertips, and drops of blood floated in the air. A powerful, evil aura suddenly emanated from them, causing a sense of unease.

We can't let them succeed in summoning!

A thought flashed through the minds of the purebloods, but the vampires also knew how to protect themselves. They rushed towards the purebloods like madmen, their target being Charlie!

"Red-haired brat, your magic can't last long, you're finished!"

The vampires howled and flew low overhead fearlessly. Several of them transformed their legs into wolf legs and ran over.

"Obstacles are numerous!"

"Obstacles are numerous!"

Leon led a group of pure-blooded spellcasters to resist, but the werewolves' magic resistance was too strong, and the spells that hit them were immediately deflected.

"It's too late!" Leon punched the air in frustration. "Set up a defense! Use the Ironclad Charm!"

"Super-strong armor for protection!"

"Armor Protection"

Tonks released the guardian spirit once again.

"Marcus, what are you doing?" Suddenly, Jericho saw Marcus run towards a werewolf charging at the front!

"I have no magical talent whatsoever, I have too many weaknesses, perhaps my only advantage is my immense strength!" Marcus roared, "With me in front, they won't be able to get past us!"

The tall and strong Marcus ran like a speeding car, whistling through the air, crashing into the vampire with werewolf arms and legs.

The vampire grinned menacingly and swung his wolf claws toward Marcus's head!

Jericho was terrified and quickly cast a spell: "Imprisonment of Void!"

His wand was aimed at the vampire's left side, and a powerful surge of magic rushed out, trapping the air on the left.

Having lost the support of the air on the left, the air on the right acted like a pusher, forcefully pushing the vampire to the left!

The vampire staggered and lost his balance, and Marcus crashed into him head-on!

"Thump!"

The vampire was knocked aside, rolling several times on the ground before coming to a stop. Marcus quickly caught up, drew his wand, and pointed it at the vampire's head: "Tear to pieces! Tear to pieces! Tear to pieces..."

It has to be said that Marcus's magical talent was a complete mess; he used the Split Spell many times, but only succeeded a handful of times.

Clearly, a few Split Charms weren't enough to kill a vampire, so Marcus closed his eyes and frantically shook his wand: "Split! Split! Split! Ah, split! Split!"

Flesh and blood flew everywhere from the vampire's head, and blood foam and bone powder were blasted all over the place.

Blood quickly flowed from the vampire's head, seeping to Marcus's feet, but he couldn't see it, and kept chanting, "Torn apart! Torn apart..."

"Marcus!" Moriarty reached out and patted Marcus on the shoulder. Marcus opened his eyes. "Sir?"

"Stop. You've already killed him."

When Marcus stopped, the thing that should have been on the vampire's neck was gone.

"Oh, sir..." Marcus fainted when he saw his hands covered in blood.

"You've done enough. Leave the rest to us." Moriarty escorted him off the battlefield, tapping his staff lightly on the ground as a pale blue halo spread out like the rising tide.

"Ocean Love!"

The halo spread to the feet of the purebloods, and a radiant light shone. Everyone felt warm all over, their fear was dispelled, and their physical discomfort disappeared.

Charlie, who had stopped releasing "Gryffindor's Sun," and Leon, who were exhausted, suddenly felt like they had inexhaustible magic and strength, and they looked around excitedly.

On the other hand, one of the vampires looked surprised and asked the two elderly vampires, "Your Excellency, what should we do?"

"So it's a vampire count." Moriarty nodded slightly. The Quinlan family was indeed very powerful. It was rare for a vampire to have even one count, but the Quinlan family had two, and one of them was an old monster.

Moriarty glanced at the unconscious Duke Quinlan lying on the ground, then at the purebloods who were now full of energy, and thought it was time to end this battle.

He took out a bottle of mana restoration potion (basic) and drank it, then walked up to the purebloods and drew his cedarwood wand.

With his right hand gripping the Slytherin staff and his left hand holding the cedarwood wand, Moriarty raised his hands, and the magic of the water element shot into the sky!

(End of this chapter)