Hogwarts: I'm Harry's older cousin

Chapter 432, Section 426: No one can make Voldemort wait.

The castle in Transylvania, known as the "Terrifying Castle," was accompanied by a loud shout: "Those damned vampires are back again!"

In the garden below the castle, two groups of wizards engaged in a fierce battle, with green and red beams of light flying everywhere.

On one side were Death Eaters dressed in their signature black robes, while the other side was dressed less uniformly, but they all had identical sharp fangs protruding above their lips—they were vampires.

As Fudge said in Dumbledore's office, the vampires are rallying together to launch a fierce counterattack against the Death Eaters.

During the day, these vampires usually lurk listlessly in some hidden corner, but at night they come together like they're on steroids to harass the Death Eaters.

They had finally managed to recruit a new group of subordinates from Transylvania, only to have them all perish at the hands of these vampires.

As creatures of darkness, vampires have a natural affinity for dark magic, and at night they take full advantage of their position, so even experienced Death Eaters can be assassinated if they are not careful.

"Bellatrix! If it weren't for your foolish husband offending the leader of those vampires and belittling them to their faces, we could have reached an agreement with the vampires long ago."

As Barty Crouch Jr. cast his spell, he angrily roared at Bella.

"You're lying!" Before Bella could speak, her husband Rodolphs shouted urgently, "Those vampires actually want to sit on the far left of the master! That's absolutely unacceptable!"

Although these Death Eaters have won over the dark creatures, they actually despise them from the bottom of their hearts and don't consider them as allies at all. Sometimes they even refer to them as "them".

Even Fenrir Greyback, the werewolf leader who sided with Voldemort in the original books, was looked down upon by Rodolphus and others, and was ranked last among the Death Eaters.

If the dark creatures weren't inherently not very intelligent, and if any of them had a leader with a sound mind, they wouldn't have chosen to join Voldemort's side.

Now that the vampires are in their right minds, the two sides have started fighting.

Upon hearing Rodolphus's explanation, Barty almost jumped up in anger: "But we occupied their holy land!"

The castle where the Death Eaters are located is said to be related to the origin of the vampires, who worship it as a sacred place. Now that the Death Eaters have forcibly occupied it, and given their previous taunts, it's no wonder a fight broke out.

"What we need is their strength. We can agree to their demands first, and then discard them when they are no longer useful."

"We're Death Eaters, are we supposed to keep our promises to them?"

Rodolphus stubbornly insisted on his advice: "No, how could such lowly creatures as vampires be worthy of standing next to their master?"

This is why Voldemort didn't send this group to the negotiations; even if a deal could be reached, they had the ability to sabotage it.

It's too late to say anything now, since the negotiations have already fallen apart. The important thing is how to resolve the situation.

It seems the vampires are planning a full-scale attack today, and the current situation is very unfavorable for the Death Eaters.

Barty the Younger, one of the most skilled Death Eaters, could subdue a vampire in no time. Unfortunately, there were simply too many vampires, since Transylvania was their home.

Just as the Death Eaters were forced to retreat to the castle gates.

The already pitch-black night sky became even darker and deeper. The moon and stars in the sky lost their luster, like a giant, man-eating beast from the abyss with its mouth wide open, waiting for its prey to arrive.

The vampires also noticed the anomaly in the sky. They had excellent night vision, better than the wizards' eyesight during the day, and were extremely adept at night combat.

They, who were originally the darlings of the night, felt fear in the darkness at this moment.

Fear from the depths of the soul.

"The master has come out."

The Death Eaters, who were initially in a slump, were overjoyed at the sight. They stretched out their hands toward the sky and shouted loudly, with Bella and Barty Jr. being the most devout among them.

A plume of black smoke descended from the sky and transformed into a bald head.

Voldemort.

His signature jet-black robe was adorned with a twelve-foot-long green snake coiled around it, its serpentine eyes fixed on the vampires, occasionally flicking out its scarlet tongue.

Voldemort turned around and looked at the group of vampires. With just a simple glance, all the vampires froze, and not one of them dared to step forward.

The crushing defeat of the Death Eaters that had just overwhelmed them, forcing them into a retreat, seemed like nothing more than an illusion.

"You intend to rebel against me, you intend to rebel against Voldemort?"

Voldemort's voice was very soft, but his words struck the vampires like a thunderclap in the silent night.

"You're the ones who forcibly occupied our land."

A young vampire stepped forward, but before he could finish speaking, he was struck by a dark green beam of light. With a scream, his body began to disintegrate into ashes.

"Did I tell you to speak? Who do you think you are, to have the right to speak here?"

Voldemort said coldly, his tone as icy as lake water in the dead of winter.

Although the vampire looked young, he was actually over four hundred years old. While vampires are generally long-lived, they don't live for thousands of years at a time.

A four-hundred-year-old vampire is considered to be of advanced age.

He was incredibly brave when fighting the Death Eaters; he single-handedly blocked the attacks of at least five Death Eaters.

Even such a powerful vampire couldn't withstand a single spell from Voldemort.

It was clear that Voldemort's power had increased once again, and he had performed another dangerous magical transformation.

Now his eyes have turned into vertical pupils like those of a snake.

The whites of his eyes were blood red, and the pupils in the center were vertical, making him look extremely evil and impactful.

Under the gaze of those eyes, not a single vampire dared to step forward, much less answer.

"Where is your leader?"

Voldemort's gaze swept over the vampires one by one. The vampires, who were already 'dead' and had no body temperature, felt a chilling aura. At that moment, the blood in their bodies seemed to freeze.

This is terrifying; the person in front of me is truly terrifying.

However, not a single vampire escaped. They had already "died" once, so death was not frightening to them.

"No one's answering me?" A hint of impatience flashed across Voldemort's face.

No one can make Voldemort wait.

nobody.

Under the dazzling dark green light, accompanied by the screams of countless vampires, they all turned into clumps of ashes.

(End of this chapter)