Professor Vampire.

Chapter 305: Regime change at the Ministry of Magic

The candlelight in the headmaster's office seemed to dim.

A bright silver doe flew out from the tip of Snape's staff, leaping lightly in the air around the office, and finally flew out of the window and disappeared into the night.

Dumbledore looked back at it in a daze, watching its silver light disappear, then turned around and looked at Snape, his eyes filled with tears.

"Lily... after so long, you still...?"

"Always like this." Snape said.

Dumbledore fell silent for a long time without saying a word.

Snape just stared at Dumbledore, as if waiting for the old headmaster with far-sighted strategies to give him an explanation and tell him what the meaning of everything he had done to protect Harry was.

After a long time, Dumbledore sighed deeply and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with emotion.

"I will give you an explanation, Severus." He said slowly, "You know, I also don't want Harry to go down the destined path like this... He is still so young."

Dumbledore's voice was very light, almost like talking to himself, as if this explanation was not for Snape, but for himself.

"That's why I exposed the existence of the Elder Wand to Voldemort. I need him to get this wand... But before Voldemort gets this wand, the owner of the wand must be you!"

Snape was stunned.

"What are you kidding?" He frowned, "How can I get the approval of the Elder Wand from you? It is a Deathly Hallows anyway!"

"I'm not kidding, Severus." Dumbledore said softly, "I will find a suitable opportunity for you to kill me in front of other Death Eaters... Only if you kill me in person can you completely gain Voldemort's trust."

"I tell you, Dumbledore, this joke is not funny at all!" Snape sneered and said in a sarcastic tone, "If you want to change the subject in such a boring way, then I can only say that you are really old and stupid."

"Please listen to me, Severus, I am telling you a plan very seriously - a plan that has a glimmer of hope to keep Harry alive." Dumbledore looked at Snape and said seriously.

"Then go on." Snape threw his cloak and sat back on the sofa. "I'm curious about what tricks you are playing."

Dumbledore smiled and looked at Snape's eyes through his glasses with his deep blue eyes. His expression seemed very relaxed.

But the words he said were like a storm, shaking Snape's heart heavily.

"I just thought of this plan not long ago, because I got this ring from Voldemort by coincidence."

Dumbledore smiled and rubbed the black gem ring on his index finger, and said to Snape, "Perhaps you have guessed that this is one of the legendary Deathly Hallows - the Resurrection Stone."

"Now I have both the Elder Wand and the Resurrection Stone in my hands, and I also know where the Invisibility Cloak is... So by chance, the Deathly Hallows that we have been looking for for decades are easily gathered in one place."

"In the legend, the person who collects the three Deathly Hallows will become the master of the god of death. This is obviously a myth, Exaggerated, the Deathly Hallows are just three extremely powerful magical creations. "

"But after my research, I found that these three magical creations combined do have some special effects... It allows the holder to have a choice on the road to death, and can stay between life and death."

"With this ability, I can wait for Harry's arrival in that lost land and guide his wandering soul back to his body... This is the only way to let Harry survive."

Dumbledore looked at Snape gently, his tone was quite calm, as if he was chatting about some ordinary family matters.

Snape seemed to be shocked by Dumbledore's idea, his eyes contracted violently, his throat choked, and he didn't make any sound for a long time.

Dumbledore didn't speak either, just looked at him quietly, waiting for him to digest these complex and shocking information.

The starlight outside the window gradually dimmed, and a dawn light crossed the distant sky.

"Are you crazy?!" Snape shouted, "What are you thinking? Using the life of a great wizard to exchange for an ordinary student? And at this moment when the wizarding world is in chaos?!"

"The value of life is equally precious, Severus, no one is better than anyone else." Dumbledore chuckled, "Why not use my old man's life to exchange for the survival of a young man?"

"This is completely different!" Snape growled, "Can I understand it this way? Voldemort is trying to destroy the stability of the wizarding world. At this time, as the only wizard he fears, you are planning to escape?"

"Don't worry too much. I am not the only one in the wizarding world who can deal with Voldemort." Dumbledore still said gently, "Professor Dracula will not leave the students alone."

"What about Grindelwald?" Snape asked, "He escaped from Nurmengard not long ago. Don't tell I don't know this news!"

"Don't worry, Grindelwald has changed a lot since fifty years ago, and he won't start another war." Dumbledore said, "As for his ideas... Actually, that was my opinion. It's not necessarily a bad thing to change the thinking of the magic world."

"Don't look at me like that, Severus, I'm not on this path just to save Harry's life; on the road to death, I have other things to do..."

"The magic world is not only threatened by Voldemort, but there is also a more terrifying death waiting behind Voldemort."

"When that time comes, I will deal with the threat of the death... As for Voldemort and other dark wizards in the world, I'll leave it to you."

His tone was relaxed, but his blue eyes looked at Snape sharply, as if he could really see the soul they had been talking about.

After a long time, Snape nodded stiffly.

Outside the window, bright rays of sunlight lit up from the horizon, illuminating the Black Lake and the castle inch by inch, dispelling the last darkness before dawn.

Dumbledore seemed satisfied.

"Thank you, Severus..."

He said softly, while walking around the desk, approaching Snape's ear, and slowly telling his plan.

...

A lot of things happened this summer vacation.

Voldemort is back, the Daily Prophet published this incident, and the Ministry of Magic distributed emergency dark magic defense home booklets to every wizard family for free.

Fifty years later, the first Dark Lord, Grindelwald, escaped from Nurmengard and took over as the headmaster of Durmstrang School of Magic;

Many parents in Durmstrang protested, but the students in the school seemed to be possessed. Most of them were unwilling to go home for the summer vacation, but preferred to stay in Durmstrang to listen to Grindelwald's lectures;

The Austrian Ministry of Magic turned to the International Confederation of Wizards and tried to arrange for Aurors to sneak into the school to find out the situation. However, usually before entering the Durmstrang castle, the Aurors would lose their minds and fly around like headless flies.

Many of the original seventh-grade students graduated. Victor Krum, a well-known seeker in the magic world, did not stay in Durmstrang like his other classmates to listen to Grindelwald's teachings because of his grandfather's old hatred;

He left school and returned to the Bulgarian Quidditch team to become a professional player, but because of the activeness of the two Dark Lords, most wizards tended to stay at home, and the Quidditch sport became somewhat declining, and the future was worrying.

Fred and George also graduated successfully, and they really used the Galleons they won from Bagman to open a joke shop in Diagon Alley;

Because of the increasingly depressing atmosphere in the magic world, the joke shop was welcomed by many wizards, and their business was very prosperous. It took only two months for them to have the confidence to open a branch in Hogsmeade.

In addition, the British Ministry of Magic has also changed its regime-

"So, you are no longer the Minister of Magic?"

Dracula took a newspaper away from his face and looked at the guy in front of him with a pale round face and two teeth sticking out of his lips with interest.

"Yes... yes, Lord Earl." Fudge answered cautiously.

The newspaper that was originally in Dracula's hand was thrown lightly on the table next to him. The title on it was:

"Ms. Bones succeeds Fudge as the new Minister of Magic"

Most of the front page was occupied by a large black and white photo of a witch. She stood on a platform with a serious face and waved her hand outside the frame.

"Ms. Amelia Bones, former Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, has been confirmed to succeed Cornelius Fudge as Minister of Magic, and Rufus Scrimgeour, former Head of the Auror Office, has been appointed Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement.

Due to the evasion and inaction of the former Minister of Magic Fudge, and the confirmation of the rumored evidence that he had become a vampire, this appointment has been widely and warmly welcomed by the wizarding community." The newspaper read.

Dracula looked at Fudge, who looked reserved, and said, "Tsk".

"You hid your vampire identity well, how come it was exposed?" he asked, "I thought you could keep hiding it."

"It was all because of those two bitches Amelia Bones and Scrimgeour. They tampered with my public speech to win people's hearts." Fudge said bitterly, "It was originally a cloudy day, and that's why I agreed to give the speech outdoors."

"Who knew that these two people used the simple excuse of needing good weather to appease the emotions of the wizarding world, and used a meteorological spell to move the clouds away!"

"So you Exposing the identity of the vampire on the spot?" Dracula laughed gloatingly, "Be thankful, it's good that a low-level vampire like you didn't turn into ash directly when encountering sunlight."

"But... but all my previous efforts were wasted!" Fudge covered his round face and said painfully, "Those who voted were also the same. I tried my best to give each of them a temporary dark magic defense manual the day before, but they turned their faces and refused to recognize me the next day!"

"What manual?" Dracula asked curiously.

"Temporary defense manual in wartime." Fudge said, taking out a purple booklet from his arms and handing it to Dracula.

The booklet was printed with eye-catching words:

"Authorized by the Ministry of Magic to protect you and your family from the harm of dark magic

...

If you see or encounter an Inferi, please report to the Ministry of Magic in time."

...

Dracula flipped through the wartime booklet and then curled his lips.

"It's just such a thin booklet, and there's no substantial content. Do you expect to get those wizards to support you with this?" He looked at Fudge sarcastically and said casually.

"You can't say that..." Fudge stammered, "I'm just a little unwilling, and I think I shouldn't be driven out so hastily."

"Why, can I understand that you are blaming me for turning you into a vampire?" Dracula raised his eyebrows.

"I dare not, I dare not..." Fudge shook his head hurriedly.

His current identity is just a low-level vampire who came to Dracula's castle to pay homage to the leader of the blood clan. He was surrounded by high-level blood clans with terrible breath, and he didn't dare to have any idea of ??offending Dracula.

What's more, he also needed help this time, otherwise he would find a place to hide secretly. Why would he come to a place full of vampires to suffer for himself?

"Tell me, what is your purpose in coming to me?" Dracula asked casually, "I don't believe you are someone who is willing to completely integrate into the vampire clan."

"Yes... yes, I do have something to trouble the Count." Fudge bent over and said with a smile, "I know you have absolute say in the vampire clan, and you also have influence on the werewolves not far away, so I came to you on purpose."

"I came here on behalf of the Ministry of Magic, hoping to form an alliance with the vampires and the two tribes to fight against the mysterious man and Grindelwald together!"

Dracula glanced at Fudge and felt a little funny.

"Haven't you abdicated? How can you still come here to negotiate on behalf of the Ministry of Magic?" Dracula asked.

"I haven't completely failed yet. As long as the cooperation between the Ministry of Magic and vampires and werewolves can be negotiated, I can make great contributions to the Ministry of Magic." Fudge saw that he couldn't hide it from Dracula, so he simply told the truth.

"When Amelia Bones makes some serious mistakes, I will most likely get another chance to return to the position of Minister!"

"Is that so?" Dracula chuckled, "Then why don't you take a look at who this is?"

He snapped his fingers.

A curtain was pushed open, and a middle-aged witch stood behind it, looking at Fudge with a serious expression.

Her face was exactly the same as the one in the newspaper next to her.