Chapter 71 - 71 Souls of Annihilation

Chapter 71: Chapter 71 Souls of Annihilation

"Dracula, what is that expression on your face?"

Seeing Dracula lose all patience and turn utterly indifferent, Voldemort panicked.

The black smoke he had transformed into raged wildly, crashing repeatedly against the blood-red water prison, paying no attention to the pain of being eroded by the blood water. He desperately hoped to break through the impregnable prison and escape from the devil's grasp. Updated chapters at novelhall.com

Dracula watched this scene with indifference, his fingers suddenly closing together.

The next moment, the water prison tightened, completely enveloping the black smoke that Voldemort had transformed into, gradually eroding, compressing, and extinguishing it.

"Why... I can't believe anyone would have no interest in immortality!" Voldemort's desperate and unwilling voice came from within the blood-red water prison.

Dracula's wings fluttered as he floated closer.

"Perhaps you should open your eyes and see who you are discussing immortality with," he said softly.

The dark moon shadow behind him had not yet fully dissipated, casting Dracula's figure into a slender silhouette, leaving only his wine-red eyes glowing and a pair of sharp side teeth emitting a chilling and cold light.

Voldemort's eyes widened in sudden realization.

Everything suddenly made sense—

The powerful wizard who had appeared abruptly in the magical world, exuding a dark aura; the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor suddenly appointed by Dumbledore after abandoning Quirrell; the strange characteristics of Apparition within Hogwarts Castle, unaffected by counter-curses...

"The legendary vampire count..." Voldemort's angry voice faintly came from the blood-red water prison.

Then, the blood-red water suddenly gathered, leaving no gaps.

The black smoke that Voldemort had turned into was completely eroded and extinguished, leaving no trace behind!

The light of the dark moon gradually faded, and the Forbidden Forest became quiet, with only occasional distant deer calls and bird chirps remaining...

Dracula waved away the blood river, silently floating in the air, deep in thought.

...

"It is so delightful to see you now, Professor Dracula," he said with a beaming smile. "So, have you dealt with Voldemort?"

Upon hearing the name mentioned by Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall instinctively gasped and came closer with a serious expression, looking at Dracula with a questioning gaze.

"Theoretically, yes," Dracula said softly. "His soul has been completely extinguished, not even a trace of ashes remains."

"Then why say 'theoretically'?" Professor McGonagall asked, puzzled.

"Because I have a feeling he is still alive," Dracula glanced at her. "Even if this soul has been annihilated, he could still regenerate elsewhere."

Dracula and Dumbledore exchanged a glance, both recognizing the fleeting word in each other's eyes—

"Horcrux"!

According to their understanding, as long as at least one Horcrux exists, the maker's soul will remain in the world. Thus, even if the physical body is attacked or destroyed, the Horcrux's owner will not die, as the soul within the Horcrux remains undamaged.

So this time, although the black smoke of Voldemort was destroyed by Dracula, his soul did not completely vanish. He was at most weakened to a state of extreme fragility, akin to the condition he was in eleven years ago after being struck by his own rebounding Killing Curse.

This form of existence was even weaker than a ghost, more feeble than the most insignificant wandering soul.

But he was still alive, with a possibility of returning.

The air was momentarily frozen.

Dumbledore remained silent, contemplating how to completely deal with Voldemort; Professor McGonagall was worried about the safety of Hogwarts and had no mood for conversation; while Dracula was thinking about where to find Voldemort and test any special traits of someone who had split their soul compared to a normal person...

At that moment, a rough voice broke the silence.

"Albus, come and see how to get this little cutie out of here. I want to keep it in the Forbidden Forest!" Professor Kettleburn shouted from atop the Basilisk.

No one knew how he managed to climb up with only one arm and half a leg.

Dumbledore turned around, looking at the Basilisk that occupied a small part of the room and coiled up to the height of a small mountain, lost in thought.

'This is the little cutie you mentioned?'