Chapter 151 Meeting in the Land of Dreams

This is a room full of dragon elements.

The walls, floor, and ceiling are all golden, and beautiful Australian white eyes with pearly scales are soaring and hunting inside.

They spit out bright red flames and take care of their gray-white dragon eggs.

They also serve as magic lamps to bring light to the dim room.

The wardrobe, bookshelf, and desk are also engraved with reliefs of fire dragons, which gather almost all the common species in the magic world.

They are all colored, like the bright paintings in the "Fire Dragon Encyclopedia".

Swedish short-nosed dragon, Ukrainian iron belly, Catalan fireball dragon, Portuguese long-nosed dragon

You can find any fire dragon you want to see on it.

But the most eye-catching thing is the big bed in the center of the room.

If you look at it from a distance, you might think it is a Hebrides black dragon crawling on the ground.

But when you get close, you can easily find the rough scales of the black dragon, the row of shallow but razor-sharp ridges on its back, and the sharp arrowhead at the tip of its tail, which all have a furry texture.

Its head is too big, not in proportion at all, occupying half of its body.

And it is wide open, and inside it lies a pale, thin boy with light blond hair.

The silver and green quilt covering its body reveals that this black dragon is actually a big bed.

Suddenly, the dragon head trembles.

"Dad!" Draco woke up from his dream, and half of his face seemed to be in the water.

He found that the pillow was soaked by his tears.

Looking at the blood-red upper jaw on the top of his head, he touched it in a daze, and couldn't help but fall into memories.

The scene in his dream.

It was a bright summer.

Beside the marble fireplace burning with cold flames, Dad flipped through the newspaper and tapped the table with his fingers.

He tiptoed, hiding at the foot of the stairs, counting in his mind.

When the newspaper was turned to the third page, he pretended to be sleepy and yawned as he walked towards the long table.

He twisted his neck while walking, just passing by his father, and stretched out his tone, "It's sour, the bed at Softhome is too hard. It's better to have the custom-made one at Mr. Kasme's home."

Then, he stopped as if he had just discovered it, "Dad, are you there?"

In his memory, his father should be looking at him with his warm gray eyes, "Draco, can you be smarter? Only the red-haired Weasley would mix the newspaper of "Modern Family" with "Golden Eyes" like this."

He directly spread out the newspaper and pointed to the content on the third page that he had replaced:

Mr. Kasme's new home product - Overnight in the dragon's mouth

Below is a vivid fire dragon, and Mr. Kasme with a mustache lies in the dragon's mouth under a quilt, and then stretches his head out to show eight teeth.

But all this was swept away by a black fog.

Along with the sound of dripping water, the voice of his father came from the dark fog, "Draco, Draco, don't come near me, don't come near me, don't believe, don't believe. Be careful, be careful."

Draco got up, put on his slippers, looked at himself in the mirror and muttered: "Don't come near, but Dad, you are gone. Even if I want to-"

"Be careful of who? Dumbledore, the pedophile?"

"Don't trust who? My dog ​​cousin?"

He took a deep breath, pointed his wand at his face and pillow and cast a cleansing spell.

Then he called: "Dobby!"

A crisp crackling sound rang out.

Dobby, with tennis ball-sized green eyes, bat ears, and wearing an old pillow, knelt on one knee and appeared in front of him.

Dobby's shrill voice sounded, "Please give me your orders, Master."

Draco cleared his throat, "It's good that you're back. Although Kreacher is excellent, I'm still more used to your presence."

"By the way, are Harry Potter and his friend Weasley still at Sirius's house?"

The reason he asked this question was because he was going to stay at Sirius's house all day today.

Mom said there were guests.

But it was really strange.

What guests? The living room now seemed to have become a potion classroom.

The simmering crucibles were emitting white smoke, and hundreds of glass jars were placed on the ground. In the jars, there were sticky, colorful animal entrails, limbs, and incomplete plant specimens floating, and there was almost no place to step.

He didn't think too much.

At the moment, the last thing he wanted was to run into Harry Potter and his friends.

Dobby's ears lifted up, "Harry Potter and the Weasley kids are still at Mr. Black's house."

"Okay." Draco sighed, "How much time do I have?"

Dobby said quickly, "You still have 1 hour and 12 minutes before you leave."

"Let's go," Draco ruffled his hair, "Go straight to my room. Sirius left it for me."

"Don't forget to tell mom that I'm already on the way."

Dobby stretched out his slender arm, and after a crackling sound, the elf and the boy disappeared into the room.

At the same time, a white and pure hand waved away the curling white smoke.

A cold and beautiful face was revealed.

She raised her head and noticed the departure of the person.

Then, she rolled up her sleeves and pressed her left hand to the silver mark on her fair right arm.

The air rippled, and with the sound of stones falling into the water, the blonde girl dressed in a black robe and dressed like a widow disappeared on the spot.

This is a wonderful room that makes people feel like they have escaped into a two-dimensional world.

Everything in the room seemed to be made of white paper, with straight, crisscrossing black lines marked with black pencils at the corners.

Where the windows should have been glass, they were replaced by holes that seemed to have been cut out.

Looking out, there were galaxies, as if boarding a spaceship.

Four silver meteors streaked across.

Then, four figures appeared.

One had red curly hair, holding a stick in her hand, and her robes were made of complicated and intricate strips of cloth, elegant and charming.

One was petite, as if she had walked out of a fairy tale, with short black hair and bright golden eyes, she was simply a living Snow White.

A simple sports vest, jeans, long boots, beautiful muscle lines, neat golden hair, tall figure, and stunning beauty.

A black dress robe, mature and cold, with blonde hair and blue eyes.

"Welcome to the kingdom of dreams. I am Leonora Lesso, the headmaster of the House of Evil." The red-haired girl waved her teaching stick, "You must be the headmaster's guests."

Narcissa frowned, showing the special skills of the Malfoy family, looking down on people, "Headmaster? Do you mean the master?"

The two people who were incompatible with each other almost quarreled.

But soon, they shut up.

The coldness on their necks and the phantom of black hair and snowy skin flashing before their eyes made them all look at the seemingly harmless petite girl.

She returned to her original position, as if she had never moved, and waved her hand, "You smell good. I'm Alice Cullen."

The blonde girl next to her, who also had a sickly pale complexion, showed her white teeth and sharp fangs, "She means you are good food. Um, I'm Rosalie Hale."

Leso waved his teaching stick excitedly, "Very good! You will definitely become excellent villains! Do you want to join the House of Evil? I will teach you magic to defeat heroes!"

"Magic?" Narcissa's nose turned up higher, "They are just vampires. As toys of the master, they may be qualified? But magic? Unless they have wizard blood. It's better to find two mudblood girls."

The discrimination of pure-blood wizard families against humanoids is deeply rooted in Narcissa's bones, making her ignore everything and sarcastically said.

But the next second, accompanied by a low roar, a cold hand pinched her neck, and she fell to the ground in panic, without time to recite any spells.

The speed was too fast. If there was no other hand supporting her back, her spine would have been broken.

The blonde vampire named Rosalie, whose face was beautiful even to her, appeared in front of her, with wild and cold eyes.

"You are the wizard that Bajiel mentioned. You can only rely on superpowers passed down by blood." Alice wrinkled her nose, "Just as Carlisle imagined, there are wizards who look down on people without wizard blood."

"But, you are too weak, aren't you? Completely different from Bajiel?"

Rosalie let go of her hand.

Narcissa panted, "How can your speed be so fast? Vampires can't."

Leso nodded, "We also have vampire students in our evil house. They just jump very high, but they are not as fast as you."

She stretched out her index finger and waved it in the air, "It's amazing. Your skin is harder than granite, and your strength is terrifying."

Rosalie turned her head, "You should be the magician that Bajiel said. The same as Bella. Carlisle guessed that wizards were not defeated by magicians, only wizards were much stronger than magicians. This is possible."

"It can also be seen from Bella's attitude towards Bajiel."

"But you are much stronger than this unknown witch. She seems to need a stick to cast spells. You just need to wave your fingers."

Narcissa stood up against the wall, "This is a wand. We can cast spells without a wand. It's just that we are used to it. It's more powerful this way."

She didn't fight back. After falling to the ground, her wisdom finally regained the high ground.

She didn't want to be hated by her master who might appear at any time.

These two lowly vampires thought they won? But they who started the trouble first lost!

She won a lot, she was so happy!

Leso shook her head, "You may have misunderstood something. This witch and you may all come from a different world from mine."

She looked at Narcissa, "Can you introduce yourself? And by the way, introduce the vampires in your world?"

Narcissa nodded proudly, "In our world, vampires are humanoid magical creatures that suck blood by biting open people's necks. They are human, but also living dead."

"To be precise, they should be called living dead that attack people for blood. The magic classification level: XXX. It is a monster that can turn into a bat and fly around. It reveals its true form in front of sleeping people and bites open people's necks with its teeth to suck blood."

"Not only that, after the person whose blood is sucked dies due to weakness, he will become a vampire and regenerate and suck blood everywhere. They mostly attack family members and other close people."

"The blood of people who are closely related to them is more delicious to them."

"It is easy to identify them. Vampires usually have pale faces and look haggard. There are fangs in their mouths."

When she said this, she looked at Alice and Rosalie. They all had dark shadows under their eyes—the purple color of bruises, as if they had lost sleep all night or had a nose that hadn’t healed yet.

The vampires in her world all had dark circles under their eyes, a lighter color than theirs.

"They hate garlic and sunlight, and will actively keep their distance from them. But garlic and sunlight will not harm them.

"Although they suck blood, they can also eat ordinary food, such as pies."

"By the way, they are not afraid of silver as Muggles say. Their shadows can be reflected in the mirror, and they can enter other people's homes without invitation. They can also cross flowing water."

"They will not have a weakness of being obsessed with counting. Don't even think about throwing a handful of rice, sand, and seeds at vampires to distract them and make them start counting, so that you have enough time to escape or kill them."

"They are not afraid of continuous noise and fire."

"The damage caused by fire to them will not be as exaggerated as in novels."

"Seeing a knotted rope or a tangled net, vampires will not be attracted to it and insist on untying it."

"Most importantly, they are not afraid of the Bible and the cross at all. "

While saying this, Narcissa had been closely observing the expressions of Alice and Rosalie, hoping that they would have the weaknesses she mentioned.

Alice was a little envious, "That's great, the vampires in your world can eat other foods. We can only suck blood."

"We can't turn into bats. That would be so great, we can fly and hide ourselves better."

Rosalie noticed Narcissa's intention, but she didn't care, "We don't have these weaknesses either."

She was concerned about another thing.

"Can vampires in your world have children?"

Narcissa was a little skeptical, but she continued to answer for the sake of her master, "Of course, they can have mixed blood with humans. Tsk. Or wizards. But this. Only the most shameless and most vulgar wizards will combine with vampires, and most of them are mudbloods!"

She suddenly thought of her master and quickly made up for it, "Of course, I'm talking about the vampires in our world. They are almost born from a mixture of corpses and dirty bats. "

"It is planned for humans, just because they can speak human language, without even isolation."

"It's all the fault of that damn Grogan Stump."

"Any creature that has enough intelligence to understand the laws of the magic society and bears some of the responsibilities in the process of making these laws can be called a human."

"It's a joke."

Leso applauded, "It's amazing, in your world, people who can do magic seem to form a society?"

"There are also special laws. The most important thing is that other races have joined in."

Narcissa nodded, "Of course, our British wizarding world is also in the leading position in the world. Vampires, werewolves, centaurs, mermaids, and banshees are all allowed to become members of the wizarding world as humans. We have even considered trolls and martens that can speak human language."