Professor Vampire.

Chapter 190: Bellatrix Lestrange.

"You don't know who I am?"

The deranged witch showed her teeth in a psychotic grin, looking through the tousled, crumpled hair that covered half of her eyes to Dracula, who was walking slowly down the cramped stairway.

"Why would I know who you are?" Dracula looked over at her with interest, quirking the corners of his mouth, "Do you think you're famous?"

"How boring, so you're not from the Ministry of Magic." The witch's nervous smile withdrew very abruptly, and then she cried out, grumbling, "It's so boring, I thought that idiot Fudge had been made to step down by that cousin of mine."

"Oh? Is Sirius Black your cousin?"

Dracula stepped forward, and was about to lean smoothly against the grate where the witch was being held, but silently dismissed the idea when he saw the patches of rust on the grate.

"If so, then I might actually know who you are." He continued.

Dracula had once seen the tapestry that recorded the family tree within the Breck family home, and with a memory as good as his, recalling the specifics of the tapestry wouldn't be much of a problem.

If this witch was Sirius Black's cousin, and Regulus was Sirius' biological brother, then she was likewise Regulus' cousin.

Regulus had once introduced Dracula to that family tree, and he had a biological brother, and three cousins-

Andromeda Blake, who had married a Muggle-born wizard, so much so that she had been removed from the family tree by the Blakes; Narcissa Blake, who had married Lucius Malfoy; and Bellatrix Blake, who had married into the Lestrange family.

Andromeda Blake didn't care about the idea of pureblood, which Voldemort valued above all else, and obviously couldn't be a ten-eyed Death Eater imprisoned inside Azkaban;

Dracula knew Lucius fairly well enough to know that he and his wife were fine, and Draco Malfoy didn't have a mother imprisoned in Azkaban, so this crazy witch obviously couldn't be Narcissa Blake either;

The result then was obvious, the witch was Bellatrix Blake, or Bellatrix Lestrange, who had married into the Lestrange family.

"Bellatrix Lysistrangi, am I right?" Dracula said softly.

The mad witch leaned against a pile of dirty haystacks and looked at Dracula with eyes full of newfound interest, a maniacal grin on her lips.

"It seems you really aren't one of those boring officials from the Ministry of Magic." She said with a smirk, "So, does this handsome gentleman have anything interesting for us boring people?"

"Or do you want to save us as a credit for defecting to the Dark Lord-sama?"

Speaking of this, an expression of extreme fervor suddenly appeared on Bellatrix's face, "I can feel it, my master has never been far away from us! You - it's you! As long as you save us people and send us to our master's side, you will be reused!"

"Since you were able to bypass the Ministry of Magic's surveillance and enter Azkaban, you must be a wizard of some skill as well." Bella's expression abruptly calmed again, gazing deeply into Dracula's eyes.

"Come on, this gentleman, it's time for you to make your choice ..."

As if the seventh floor of Azkaban was awakened by the sound of Bella's words, the Death Eaters in the other cells also turned their gazes to Dracula's position, and some of them who were in a slightly better state even started to cajole.

"Kid, hurry up and let us out, Lord Dark Lord won't treat you badly!" An ugly-faced male witch yelled.

"Carlo, be quiet!" Another somewhat aged male wizard shouted in a hoarse voice, "In case you make this gentleman angry because of your uneducated fellow, from so much so that it buries our chances to leave the prison, see how I'm going to punish you!"

"Mulciber, how do you know that this boy will be able to get us out?" Another witch shouted, "What if he's just a pretender, speculating and blending in?"

"I'm looking out for our freedom! You ..."

The prisoners inside the seventh level of the prison quickly bickered.

It was obvious that they really hadn't been overly affected by the dementors much, and most of them still had the strength to speak, and argued quite vigorously.

But neither Dracula nor Bellatrix had those raucous quarrels, instead sizing each other up with interest.

"Made a decision?" Bella grimaced.

Dracula laughed softly at the display of the mad witch before him.

"Before I say my choice, there is one piece of news I kinda want to tell you guys." A teasing glint flashed in his eyes.

Bella seemed a little upset when she didn't hear the answer she was looking for, and the upturned corners of her mouth dropped back down, her demeanor becoming listless.

"Tell me about it." She said airily.

"The news I have to say has to do with your Lord Dark Lord." Dracula said slowly.

Bella's eyes widened menacingly and she looked up menacingly at Dracula.

It was as if a regal light was radiating from her eyes, and her eyes were so bright that it was as if she was going to cry out nervously the next moment.

"Quickly! Quickly--" screamed Bella.

"Heh heh heh ... Well, you'll have to listen up." Dracula's mouth curled up in an intriguing smile, and he said word for word, "Your Lord Dark Lord ... is indeed not dead!"

The air on the seventh floor of Azkaban suddenly quieted down, and the entire space seemed to freeze.

Those Death Eaters who were originally still viciously quarreling and wantonly venting their depressed emotions suddenly stopped, a hundred expressions were frozen on their faces, and then, incredulously, they turned their heads to look at Dracula.

Bella's performance was the most frightening.

It was as if the ten years of prison life hadn't had any effect on her physical fitness, as she jumped up from the haystack in one go and rushed over to the cell's grille, gripping the rust-covered metal grille with a frenzied light in her eyes.

"Are you sure this news is true?" Bella gritted her teeth, glaring dead at Dracula, who seemed to be roaming outside the grate.

"Of course." Dracula said with a smirk, "And I don't have to lie to you guys, do I?"

"Hahahahahahaha ... I knew it!" Bellatrix threw back her head and laughed madly, "I knew the Dark Lord wouldn't leave us so easily! Hahahahahahahahaha ..."

The other Death Eaters were first somewhat incredulous, then also revealed ecstatic looks one after another, and some Death Eaters also had a longing for freedom that hadn't appeared in their eyes for a long time.

These Death Eaters who were locked up in Azkaban were Voldemort's most die-hard loyal followers, all of them were convinced by Voldemort's personal powerful strength and tough attitude, and were willing to sacrifice their lives for him.

When they heard the news that Voldemort was still alive, they all felt a kind of heartfelt joy. At the same time, they firmly believed that their master would not abandon them and would one day free them from this dark prison!

"We are saved!" Hardcore Death Eater, Amicus Carlo clenched his fists fast, "Lord Dark Lord will not forget us, his most loyal servants, when he regains his power, he will definitely come to rescue us!"

Dracula watched their performance and hooked up the corners of his mouth in a somewhat more exaggerated arc.

"That's right, your master has indeed not abandoned you." He said pleasantly, "The Dark Lord had just regained some of his power, and the first thing he thought of was to fish you out of Azkaban."

Hearing Dracula's words, Bella suddenly loosened her grip on the grill and fell to her knees at once.

"Oooooo... master, how can I repay your favor?" She covered her face with her hands and whimpered with hot tears, "Master really hasn't forgotten me ..."

With that, she suddenly raised her head again and lifted her face from among her hands.

"Could you be the one that master sent to save us?"

With tears streaming down her face, Bella looked at Dracula. Her face was stained with rust from the hands that had just gripped the rusty grill, and it became a bit grim as the two lines of tears were wiped away.

"Well ... allow me to sell it." Dracula laughed softly, changing the subject without a trace "I have one more question I'd like to ask you guys-"

"I want to know, did any of you see how Sirius Black escaped from Azkaban?"

By this time, the Death Eaters, who had been locked up in the prison of Azkaban for years and had long lost their hope for freedom, had already regarded Dracula, who had brought the good news, as a beam of light in the middle of their dark lives, and had almost obeyed him and believed everything he said.

The first time Dracula asked a question, some Death Eaters began to rush to answer.

"Sir, I live right across the street from Sirius Black, and I'm definitely the one who has the best view." Two steps inside the jail cell there was a male wizard who blurted out to Dracula, "I saw Sirius Black lying in bed one night, and the next day he was gone."

"It's almost as if he disappeared out of thin air, I didn't notice anything out of place over there at all."

"You mean you didn't see what method he used to leave Azkaban, right?" Dracula asked, frowning.

"Not at all." The boy wizard said, "By the way, sir, why are you concerned about Sirius Black, is something wrong with this?"

"No, nothing is wrong." Dracula slowly shook his head and turned his head to look at the others, "This is still a bit strange ... Have the others seen the way that Bleeker disappeared?"

The other Death Eaters also shook their heads, none of them had discovered the method Sirius Black used to leave Azkaban.

"Could he have disappeared into thin air?" Dracula stood inside the cell where Sirius Black had originally been and frowned as he surveyed the various furnishings inside.

A ragged wooden bed, a haystack made of hay, and a dinner plate used to pass food that was rotted with a large seam.

The furnishings inside were no different from the other cells, and the grills and walls of the cell showed no signs of damage, as if Sirius Black had really just disappeared out of thin air from inside this cell.

If it was a wizard with a wand, it would have been fine: use the Phantom Shift to leave; use the Unlock spell to unlock the door and then lock it again when you come out; use the Cut spell to slice through the grill, and then use the Repair spell to restore it when you come out.... It's not a problem if you have magic in your hand.

But it's different in Azkaban, where there is not only the Anti-Phantom Shift spell that spreads over the entire island, but also the Ancient Runic Formation that eliminates magic.

Also, none of the prisoners here had wands, plus their spirits would be stirred up by the Dementors and they would become dizzy.

Obviously, there was not a single shred of possibility of magic being cast by these prisoners!

So, how did Sirius Black leave from inside the cell?

Dracula was caught in the middle of his thoughts.

"This gentleman, what do you care so much about an outsider like Sirius?" Just then, a Death Eater suddenly spoke up and asked.

"An outsider?" Dracula froze for a moment.

"Yeah, if he hadn't been imprisoned, I never would have known that the Death Eaters had such a character in their ranks." Death Eaters all but muttered, "And he was pretty bad with us before he was locked in, after all, he was still a member of the Order of the Phoenix back in the day."

"He was a member of the Order of the Phoenix too?" Dracula felt more and more that something wasn't quite right.

A wizard who was recognized by Dumbledore and thus joined the Order of the Phoenix would throw himself into the camp of the Death Eaters after Voldemort's fall, and also killed thirteen innocent people with a big change in personality ...

At that moment, Bella's voice rang out abruptly.

"Why are you still obsessing about Sirius?" She looked at Dracula and asked with some impatience, "He's an irrelevant outsider, get it? Hurry up and tell us, are you or are you not the one the Dark Lord Lord sent to rescue us?"

Bella couldn't wait to hear the good news about Voldemort from Dracula.

"So anxious?" Dracula snorted tantalizingly, "Well, in that case, I'll tell you all about it-"

"To your dismay, I am not the rescuer he sent to free you." He said.

A look of disappointment crossed the Death Eaters' faces.

"But ..." Dracula said with a twist of words, "the Dark Lord himself, he came and wanted to free you all himself."

Hearing this, Bella cried out menacingly once more, both hands wiping spots of mud and rust from her face.

"Speaking of which, you may be a little curious." Dracula laughed softly, "Since he has personally rushed to the rescue, why is it that a sorcerer as powerful as the Dark Lord has not yet succeeded in storming Azkaban to get you all out?"

The Death Eaters present also froze.

Could it be that the Dark Lord's strength was still far from restored, and he couldn't even attack an Azkaban that didn't have many Aurors stationed in it? Or had the Ministry of Magic strengthened Azkaban's security force?

They looked to Dracula for an answer.

"Because ... I don't want him to get his way!"

Dracula laughed pleasantly.