Dark Deals: The Vampire Who Owns Hogwarts

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As time passed, the main courses and desserts at the Christmas banquet were gradually consumed.

The banquet ended as the afternoon sun reached its peak. Though the auditorium was left in disarray with scattered cups and plates, the house elves' magic quickly restored everything to pristine condition. Both the professors and students thoroughly enjoyed the event.

After the meal, Harry, feeling quite full, and the Weasley brothers headed outside for a snowball fight to burn off some of the food. They played throughout the afternoon, thoroughly enjoying themselves. It wasn't until the sun had fully set and the cold began to seep in that they finally retreated to the common room, breathless and covered in snow.

It had been the happiest Christmas Harry could remember, but one thing lingered in his thoughts.

It wasn't until he was in bed that he had the chance to think about it—

The glistening silver invisibility cloak, which appeared to be woven from water, and the mysterious person who had gifted it to him...

Harry took the Invisibility Cloak out of its simple packaging again, letting it flow through his fingers, feeling softer than silk and lighter than air.

Also included was a note written in elegant, flowing handwriting, informing him that the cloak had once belonged to his father and urging him to make good use of it.

Use it well? Harry's heart raced.

When it came to invisibility cloaks, their usual purpose was far from noble. They were, after all, excellent tools for sneaking around and breaking rules—perfect for slipping through the castle unnoticed at night!

But who would go to such lengths to encourage him to break the rules by sending him such a powerful magical item?

Suddenly, Harry's thoughts shifted, and a spark of excitement lit up inside him.

He realized that with the invisibility cloak, he had access to all of Hogwarts! If he and Ron wanted to go out on a nighttime adventure, they could do so without anyone noticing. Wearing the cloak, they could roam freely, and neither Filch nor Snape would have a clue!

Harry made up his mind right then—he would sneak out as soon as he could.

While his roommates slept, he slipped on the invisibility cloak and quietly crept out of the dormitory.

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In an abandoned classroom, old tables and chairs were piled up against the walls, casting long, dark shadows in the dim candlelight. An overturned wastepaper basket spilled scraps of paper across the floor, which were now buried under a thick layer of dust.

The room hadn't been cleaned in ages.

But against the far wall, something seemed out of place. It appeared as though someone had left it there temporarily due to a lack of other storage options:

A grand mirror, reaching up to the ceiling, framed in a rich golden border and supported by clawed feet at its base.

Two silver-haired figures stood in front of the mirror. One appeared very old, the other much younger, though in reality, their ages were the opposite.

"Can you explain why you called me here, Professor Dumbledore?" Dracula glanced sideways at the mirror, observing the chaotic world it reflected. He instinctively took a step back.

"Also, isn't the Mirror of Erised the final stage of the magic test you had set up? Why was it moved to this abandoned classroom?"

Dumbledore stood before the mirror, gazing intently at the image it presented.

"I need one more test for Harry before he enters the restricted area on the fourth floor," Dumbledore spoke softly. "This test will reveal what he desires most in his heart, and whether he can harness this unique advantage to defeat the old enemy."

"So, you had Professor Snape stay up late and teamed up with Filch for night patrols just to guide Potter to this classroom so he could discover the Mirror of Erised?" Dracula asked, surprised. He felt an unexpected sympathy for Snape, seeing him as nothing more than a pawn.

Dumbledore nodded slightly, his eyes never leaving the image in the mirror.

Noticing Dumbledore's intense focus, Dracula's curiosity deepened.

A faint stream of transparent energy emanated from his fingertips, encircling the runes etched on the Mirror of Erised. He stared intently at the mirror, now free of dust.

Figures slowly began to materialize in the reflection. A middle-aged man with brown-red hair and a beard, a girl with the same hair color, and a graceful woman stood together, their close bond evident. They appeared to be members of Dumbledore's family.

However, what caught Dracula's attention was the figure of a young man standing apart from Dumbledore's family. With wild blond hair, turquoise eyes, and an impish grin, he seemed to look at the older man opposite the mirror with a malicious smile.

Just as Dracula was about to study the image further, the reflection vanished.

"Professor Dracula, I believe it's considered impolite to spy on others' private moments," Dumbledore remarked softly, his gaze shifting toward Dracula.

"Ahem, my curiosity got the best of me for a moment," Dracula said, his face stiffening as he awkwardly cleared his throat.

But his curiosity was too strong to ignore. "So... who was that young man with blond hair? It seems like your relationship with him is quite significant."

Dumbledore paused, his expression suddenly tinged with sorrow.

"He was simply a young man who became lost in the illusions of summer."

Dumbledore's cryptic response only piqued Dracula's interest further. He stepped forward, eager to learn more about the mysterious young man.

At that moment, Dumbledore seemed to notice something and quickly created a transparent barrier to obscure the view of the two figures within the mirror.

Dracula furrowed his brow and turned his attention to the partially open door of the classroom.

No one appeared to be there, but faint footsteps, almost inaudible, could be heard drawing closer. Filch and Snape's greasy voices faded from the corridor.

With his keen hearing, Dracula sensed someone sneaking into the abandoned classroom.

His eyes flickered with a hint of awareness as he gradually made out a figure—someone wearing an invisibility cloak, slowly approaching the Mirror of Erised.

"Is that... Potter?" Dracula muttered to himself, observing the faint, blurry outline beneath the cloak. He turned to Dumbledore, puzzled. "The invisibility cloak on Potter is identical to Ignotus Peverell's. What does it have to do with him?"

Invisibility cloaks were generally made from the fur of invisible creatures or enchanted with runes that produced illusion spells. These cloaks had no effect on Dracula, who could easily see through such magic.

But this cloak was different.

Dracula hadn't immediately noticed Harry beneath the cloak, so he directed his magic toward his eyes. Still, Harry's form remained unclear.

"This... is the legendary Deathly Hallows," Dumbledore said, his tone calm, as though speaking about a mere piece of clothing. "Harry's father once lent it to me for study, and now it has returned to its rightful owner."

"What a generous gesture, Dumbledore," Dracula commented, shaking his head. "Not only did you set up these trials and provide the Deathly Hallows, but you also used the Mirror of Erised to test his character."

"When did the magical world sink this low? Not only is Voldemort's name forbidden, but a dark wizard is to be defeated by a child who has lost his parents."

Dracula's voice grew colder as he stared into Dumbledore's eyes.

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