People are in Hogwarts, and werewolves block the door at the beginning..

Chapter 151 Meeting in the Dreamland
This is a room filled with dragon elements.

The walls, floors and ceilings are all golden, and beautiful Australian opal eyes with pearly scales are flying inside, hunting.

Breathing bright red flames, taking care of their gray-white dragon eggs.

It also acts as a magic lamp to bring light to a dim room.

The wardrobes, bookshelves, and desks are also engraved with reliefs of fire dragons, gathering almost all the common types in the magical world.

They were all painted, like the brightly colored paintings in the Encyclopedia of Fire Dragons.

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, someone who doesn't know would think it is a Hebridean black dragon crawling on the ground.

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

Its head is too big, totally out of proportion, and takes up half of its body.

It was wide open, and inside lay a boy with light blond hair, pale face, and thin skin.

The silver and green quilt covering the black dragon revealed that it was actually a large bed.

Suddenly, the faucet trembled.

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

He found that the pillow was soaked with his tears.

Looking at the blood-red upper jaw on 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, where a cold flame was burning, Dad flipped through the newspaper, tapping the table with his fingers.

He tiptoed, hid at the stairs, and counted in his mind.

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

As he walked, he twisted his neck and just passed by his father. He stretched out his tone, "It's sour. The bed at Softhome is too hard. The custom-made one at Mr. Kasme's home is better."

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

In his memory, his father should be looking at him with his warm gray eyes, "Draco, can you be smarter? Mixing Modern Family newspapers with Golden Eyes, only a red-haired Weasley would be so confused."

He simply unfolded the newspaper and pointed to the content on the third page that he had swapped:

Mr. Kasme's new home furnishings - Overnight in Longkou

Below is a vivid fire dragon. Mr. Casme with a mustache is lying in the dragon's mouth covered with a quilt, and then he stretches out his head to reveal eight teeth.

But all this was swept away by a black fog.

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

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

"Who should we be careful of? Dumbledore, the pedophile?"

"Who should I not trust? My dog ​​cousin?"

He took a deep breath and directed his wand at his face and pillow before casting a cleansing spell.

Then he called out, "Dobby!"

There was a crisp crackling sound.

Dobby, with his tennis ball-sized green eyes, bat ears, and old pillows, got down on one knee and appeared in front of him.

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

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

It's strange though.

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

White smoke was emitting from the simmering crucibles, and hundreds of glass jars were placed on the ground, with sticky, colorful animal entrails, body parts, and incomplete plant specimens floating in the jars, leaving almost no place to step.

He didn't think too much about it.

The last thing he wanted right now was to run into Harry Potter and his friends.

Dobby's ears perked up, "Harry Potter and the Weasley brood are still at Mr. Black's."

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

Dobby quickly said, "You have one hour and twelve minutes until you leave."

"Just go ahead," Draco ruffled his hair, "straight to my room. Sirius left it for me."

"Don't forget to tell mom that I'm leaving."

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

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

Revealing a cold, proud and beautiful face.

She raised her head and noticed the people leaving.

Then, she rolled up her sleeves and pressed her left hand on the silver mark on Bai Xie's right arm.

The air rippled, accompanied by the sound of stones falling into the water, and a 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 are escaping into a two-dimensional world.

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

Where the windows should be glass, there are holes that seem to have been cut out.

Looking out, you can see a vast expanse of stars, as if you are on a spaceship.

Four silver meteors streaked across the sky.

Then, four figures appeared.

One has red curly hair, holding a staff in her hand, and her robe is made of complicated strips of cloth, which is elegant and charming. Another is petite, as if she walked out of a fairy tale, with short black hair and bright golden eyes, she is simply a living Snow White.

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

A woman in a black dress, mature and cool, with blonde hair and blue eyes.

"Welcome to the land 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 Malfoy family's special skills, looking down on people, "Dean? You mean the master?"

The two people who had different personalities almost got into a quarrel.

But soon, they shut up.

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

She returned to her spot, as if she had never moved, and waved, "You smell delicious. I'm Alice Cullen."

The blonde girl next to her, who also had a sickly pale complexion, showed her snow-white teeth and sharp fangs. "She meant that 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 the magic to defeat the heroes!"

"Magic?" Narcissa's nose turned up even higher. "They are just vampires. They may be qualified as toys for their masters? But magic? Unless they have wizard blood, it would be better to find two mudblood girls."

The discrimination against humanoid creatures in pure-blood wizard families was deeply rooted in their bones, so Narcissa ignored everything and said sarcastically.

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

The speed was too fast. If there wasn't another hand supporting her back, her spine would probably have been broken.

The face of the blonde vampire named Rosalie, who even she thought was beautiful, appeared before her eyes, her eyes wild and cold.

"You must be the wizard that Basil was talking about. You have super powers that can only be passed down through blood." Alice wrinkled her nose. "Just as Carlisle imagined, there are wizards who really look down on people who don't have wizard blood."

"But, you are too weak, aren't you? You are completely different from Bajir?"

Rosalie loosened her grip.

Narcissa gasped, "How can your speed be so fast? Vampires can't do that."

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

She extended her index finger and waved it in the air. "You are amazing! Your skin is harder than granite, and your strength is terrifying."

Rosalie turned her head, "You should be the magician that Basil mentioned. The same as Bella. Carlisle guessed that the wizard was not defeated by the magician, but the wizard was much stronger than the magician."

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

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

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

She did not fight back, and after falling to the ground, her wisdom finally helped her regain the high ground.

She didn't want to cause any annoyance to her master who might show up at any time.

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

She won so much that she was numb!
Leso shook his head. "You may have misunderstood something. This witch and you may all be from a different world than mine."

She looked at Narcissa, "Could 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."

"Well, to be precise, it should be called a living dead that attacks people for the purpose of sucking blood. The magic classification level is XXX. It is a monster that can transform into a bat and fly around. It will reveal its true form in front of a sleeping person and bite open the person's neck with its teeth to suck blood."

"Not only that, after the person whose blood is sucked dies due to weakness, they will be reborn as a vampire 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's easy to identify them. Vampires are usually pale and gaunt, with sharp teeth in their mouths."

As she said this she looked at Alice and Rosalie. They both 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.

Some of the vampires in her world 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 do not harm them.

"Although they suck blood, they are also able to eat normal food, such as pie."

"By the way, they are not afraid of silver as the Muggles say, and they can see their reflection in a mirror, and they can enter other people's homes without an invitation. They can also cross moving water."

"You won't have a weakness for being obsessed with counting. Forget about the idea of ​​throwing a handful of rice, sand, seeds, or something like that at the vampires to distract them and make them start counting, giving you enough time to escape or kill them."

"And not afraid of the constant noise and flames."

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

"If a vampire sees a knotted rope or a tangled web, he will not be attracted to it and become obsessed with untangling it."

"Most importantly, they have no fear of the Bible or the cross."

As she said this, Narcissa kept closely observing the expressions of Alice and Rosalie, expecting them to 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 either. That would be great. We could fly and hide ourselves better."

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

She cared about something else.

"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 give birth to mixed-bloods with humans... Tsk... or wizards. But this... Only the most shameless and despicable 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."

"They are categorized as people only because they can speak human language, not even isolated."

"It's all that damned Grogan Stump's fault."

"Any creature that has enough intelligence to understand the laws of the magical world and to take some responsibility for making those laws can be called a human."

"What 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. On top of that there are other races that get involved."

Narcissa nodded. "Of course, our British wizarding world is also at the forefront of the world. Vampires, werewolves, centaurs, mermen, 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."

(End of this chapter)