A beam of white light shot out from Lockhart's wand tip, crashing towards Dracula with imnse force.
Yet Dracula rely stared at him coldly, his eyes shifting with light, allowing the beam of the Forgetfulness Charm to strike him.
In the next mont, the spell took effect, creating a connection between Lockhart's mory and Dracula.
A millennium of ti seed like a roaring tidal wave, crashing heavily into Lockhart's mind, instantly shattering his fragile mories.
The many mories Lockhart had hidden in his mind were like debris washed away after a tsunami, thoroughly rging into the sea as the waves receded.
Dracula quietly browsed through Lockhart's chaotic mories, searching for what he had once plundered. After a while, he found information about Robert in a corner, learning the specific location of his seclusion.
"I knew it. He is indeed not here," Dracula said softly.
He then looked at Lockhart, whose gaze had beco vacant, and smiled self-deprecatingly, "If it weren't for being influenced by Tesla's principles and bottom lines, there wouldn't have been such trouble."
Actually, after hearing Lockhart's story, Dracula had already thought of using Legilincy to search Lockhart's mories. However, Tesla, as a junior, had adhered to the pride and principles of being a vampire and refrained from drinking the blood of innocent people.
Tesla's actions touched Dracula, so he adhered to a small principle himself—he didn't directly invade Lockhart's mories but tricked Lockhart into using the Forgetfulness Charm first, then used a millennium's worth of mory, which ordinary wizards could not withstand, to counteract his brain.
It seed no different from directly taking action, but it made Dracula feel a bit more pleasant.
Thus, Dracula deliberately spread his wings in the sky above the Danube River, allowing Lockhart to recognize his vampire identity.
After recognizing the vampire identity, Lockhart would naturally worry about his safety and, in a panic, choose to resist... and then, as expected, be dealt with by the count who had already seen through everything.
"Hello."
Lockhart's voice rang out.
Dracula looked at Lockhart and found him sitting on the ground with a blank expression, gazing vacantly ahead.
"This place is really remote, isn't it?" he asked. "Do you live here alone?"
"No." Dracula raised an eyebrow with interest, finding that Lockhart without mories was much more pleasant to look at. "What can you still rember now, Mr. Lockhart?"
"Mr. Lockhart? Is that my na?" Lockhart showed a friendly expression. "Oh, let think. I vaguely rember being a professional swindler... Hmm, lying is wrong. Did I rember sothing incorrectly..."
"Forget it if you can't rember, Mr. Lockhart." Dracula chuckled lightly. "If you trust , co with ."
"Of course, you look like a righteous person," Lockhart said with an honest expression.
Dracula then grabbed Lockhart by the collar and spread his wings again to fly into the sky.
Following the direction found in Lockhart's mory, Dracula identified the path and flew towards the forest where Robert was hiding.
Lockhart hung below Dracula's palm, with the cold air blowing through his hair.
"Wow! Amazing! It's like magic!" he shouted repeatedly.
...
Robert's residence was not far from the previous hill.
After a short while, Dracula retracted his wings and landed in front of a wooden house that looked very simple yet was ticulously repaired.
Not far from the wooden house was a lush lettuce field. An old man was holding a sickle, cutting the lettuce plants one by one and placing them into a woven basket behind him.
The old man's face looked very weathered, covered in deep and shallow wrinkles, with very rough hands and dirt-filled nail beds. His clothing was also very simple and worn out, with a dirty towel hanging around his neck, which he occasionally used to wipe sweat.
He seed just like an old farr, showing no trace of the forr captain of the Serb Auror team.
Noticing Dracula and Lockhart by the wooden house, the old man straightened up and walked out of the field with so difficulty.
"Are you... wizards?" he looked at their robes with surprise. "It's quite rare. Few wizards co to such a remote place."
"Hello, Mr. Robert." Dracula curiously observed the old man who was friends with vampires and pointed to Lockhart beside him. "Do you know this guy?"
The old man put down the basket of vegetables and looked at Lockhart.
Lockhart appropriately showed a friendly expression.
"I've never seen him before." The old man looked at Lockhart's face, which was covered in dry dirt, and asked in confusion, "Is he also a vegetable grower?"
"Ah, so I am a vegetable grower!" Lockhart said with a sudden realization.
"Just keep your mouth shut," Dracula said, twitching his lips as he sealed Lockhart's lips together. "Forget about this fool for now. I want to ask if you rember any friends?"
"What friends would an old fool like have?" He shook his head indifferently after brushing off the dirt from his hands. "My friends either died in duels with dark wizards or were too old and passed away before . I am now completely alone and unconcerned."
"I see," Dracula said after a mont of silence.
He then bid farewell to Robert and left the forest where Robert was hiding with Lockhart.
"Such strange wizards," Robert shook his head inexplicably as he watched them leave, then turned back to continue harvesting his lettuce.
...
Dracula walked quietly by the Danube River, with Lockhart following beside him, constantly signaling Dracula to remove the spell from his mouth.
However, Dracula found his incessant questions annoying and ignored him.
He realized that Robert's mories of the vampire Tesla had been completely erased, and even the mory of eting Lockhart had disappeared.
Lockhart was indeed quite adept at using the Forgetfulness Charm. From Robert's performance, there was no sign of having been extensively brainwashed by the Forgetfulness Charm. His behavior was very normal, with no apparent aftereffects.
In such a situation, forcibly injecting the erased mories back into Robert's mind would likely cause more harm.
Dracula, feeling sowhat irritated, turned to look at the culprit responsible for this situation and saw him still innocently pointing at his mouth, asking Dracula to help him.
Dracula, uninterested, snapped his fingers.
"Ah—finally able to speak!"
Lockhart opened his mouth wide, shouting in relief, nearly provoking Dracula to seal his lips again.
Lockhart then asked with admiration, "Was that just magic? Did I et a magician?"
"And another thing, I wasn't a swindler, right?" he said. "I know being a swindler is wrong. I must be a vegetable grower!"
Dracula, helplessly rubbing his forehead, sealed Lockhart's mouth again.
How could there be such an annoying wizard? He managed to make one want to hit him whether he had lost his mory or not.
At this mont, Dracula's eyes suddenly shifted.
He quickly took out the moonlit crystal ball from his pocket and looked into the center of the sphere—
The faintly glowing dark moon had now been stained with blood, completely turning into a blood moon! A fiercely ominous aura spread rapidly with the blood-red moonlight!
Dracula vanished from his original spot in an instant.
Lockhart, left alone by the Danube Riverbank, looked around the empty scene and scratched his head in confusion, not knowing what had happened...
...
Romania, Bran Castle.
This grand castle is located in the central-western part of Romania, about 30 kiloters from Bra?ov.
To Muggles, it is a building started by the Hungarian king in 1377, originally a defensive fortification against the Turks. Today, Bran Castle has been converted by the Muggle governnt into a historical and art museum, displaying classic items from various periods.
But that is only the surface, disconnected from the magical world.
In addition to Bran Castle, Romania also has Dracula's Castle, which is protected by an Unplottable Charm and fortified with nurous defensive spells. The surrounding area is also covered with extensive Muggle-repelling spells.
These spells are ant to protect Muggles.
Because of the large number of low-level vampires in the area, they would show no rcy to those helpless Muggles. Once soone approached, they would be targeted by the ravenous vampires and beco their prey.
Within Bran Castle is a mysterious room, often occupied by high-level vampires from Dracula's Castle, to guide visitors from the magical world into the true vampire territory.
Arthur Wessley and Molly Wessley had delivered the crystal ball to Bran Castle.
The high-level vampire on duty there received the crystal ball and imdiately sent it back to the main tower of Dracula's Castle.
However, when Dracula arrived, the room in Bran Castle was empty.
He realized the seriousness of the situation and used Apparition to arrive at the true Dracula's Castle—
...
Few people know that Count Dracula was born in Romania.
Vlad Dracula was initially born in a prestigious noble family in Romania during the 10th century. His father was a grand duke of high renown and had a powerful army.
However, Dracula was never interested in inheriting titles or learning noble etiquette. He was only curious about so magical occurrences happening to him.
He had an exceptional talent for self-learning various thods to use this magical power.
Later, a wizard nad Salazar Slytherin traveled to Romania. He told Dracula that these magical things were called magic.
A sudden epidemic swept through Dracula's father's domain, and nearly all the inhabitants lost their lives to the disease, including the duke himself.
However, Dracula remained alive,
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