Chapter 376

It was almost midnight, Brad Dracula sat alone in the castle, reading a long memo, but his mind was blank, and his thoughts were not on it at all. He was waiting for a certain congressman on the other side of the ocean to talk to him, but he was worried that this congressman would say something bad. Not only because the credibility of the Magical Congress had never been very good, but also, what made this old vampire count feel a headache was that his influence within the blood clan was getting weaker and weaker.

Several thorns, no one obeyed anyone. He thought distractedly, if only he could be as prosperous as the werewolves...

"Cough cough." A cough came from the right side.

"Hmm, you finally came." Brad sat in front of that oil painting and said to the person wearing a silver wig, "I have been waiting for your news."

"Heh, I really don't know where to start, this week was really tough..." that person muttered, "You have no progress at all, some congressmen have already started to secretly contact Donald, you know he also found a spokesperson, right?"

"That!" Brad stood up angrily, "There is absolutely no such thing, there has never been any Denathrius in the Dracula family tree! Why does he claim to be Dracula? I even suspect he is not a vampire at all!"

"Ah, you don't need to worry about him for now." That congressman frowned, "Have you found out who the newly emerged Hilber belongs to?"

"Gregorio Hilber, this name cannot be found in the existing pedigree data." Brad said, "Either he used a fake name, or he is not our local blood clan. The butler said he looks like he has been a soldier. I actually quite suspect whether he is Yanayev's subordinate."

"We clearly know that the spokesperson the Soviet side found is that Dio Brando." The congressman pondered, "Then, think about other possibilities. Since he just emerged recently, could it be... did something happen recently? Right, the Death Eaters elected a new Dark Lord, could it be related to this?"

"Indeed, some people have occasionally seen him meeting with Severus Snape." Brad nodded, "But I personally think this doesn't explain anything, Snape can be any identity, perhaps Hogwarts wants to hire him as a new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher?"

"Snape is also the Senior Undersecretary to the Minister for Magic, he facilitated the deterrent peace between the Order of the Phoenix and the Death Eaters, we can even suspect he is representing the Order of the Phoenix." The congressman added, "But these parties have absolutely no need to contact the blood clan, or rather, if Hilber is cooperating with them, it wouldn't be like this now."

"Could it be Gillyness?" The congressman asked, "They want to unite all marginalized people and form a dark force?"

"Even a child knows that there is a deep hatred between werewolves and vampires." Brad shook his head.

"Then, let's not think about which side he is on first, think about how to deal with him first." The congressman changed the topic, "He is very strongly wanting to unify the blood clan, and has already had armed conflicts with several factions—what's worse is that he won all of them."

"I can't understand, can't everyone just live their own lives?"

"No!" The congressman suddenly raised his voice, "You must find a way to stop him, understand? We didn't cultivate you for you to live in peace with others!"

"That is to say, when Hilber is preparing to use iron-blooded means to knead the entire blood clan, you need me to stand up and stop him, right?" Brad pointed to his chest, "Just rely on my weak body, plus a pair of dragon-hide gloves that can cast spells, you don't even want to send a thug over?"

"Ordinary wizards cannot intervene, that will escalate the situation." The congressman shook his head, "But didn't I give you many gloves? You find some trusted people, even if the spell has no effect on the blood clan, a dozen people casting spells together should be able to knock him down, right?"

"But I can't find them." Brad sighed, "Even the butler is hired with money. What are young people thinking about? I have no idea..."

A thunderbolt suddenly crossed, Brad frowned and looked out the window. Outside it was gloomy, looking like it was going to rain.

"I have nothing now." Brad sighed, "An old castle, a title, nothing else. Not many people are willing to be loyal to me, they just give me some respect on the surface, but no one takes me seriously in their hearts."

"Since Elizabeth I, the Dracula family has been the orthodoxy of the blood clan." The congressman said patiently, "This orthodoxy of yours is very important, make an article around this point."

"Three hundred years between the first and the second, I am already an annoying old antique." Brad waved his hand.

"Is this the attitude you have toward things?" The congressman began to be dissatisfied, "You weren't like this when you accepted aid!"

"At worst, I won't accept aid in the future, we don't owe each other."

"Think about how much help we have given you? Your life was saved by us!" The congressman questioned with wide eyes, "When the mysterious person just returned to this world—that is, four years ago, it happened to be a night like today, if it weren't for us coming to notify you immediately!"

"Anyway, I would have known about that sooner or later!"

"But you wouldn't have had time to hide then, you would have been forced to work for him, think about where you would have died?" The congressman extended a finger, "Two years ago, when they organized the Azkaban mass breakout? In order to save his core subordinates, the mysterious person found some cannon fodder to fight with the Aurors, a dozen of your kin lay on the bottom of the North Sea, do you want to be one of them?"

"Not to mention this time last year, the Death Eaters grabbed strong men to attack Hogwarts—"

"The mysterious person is gone, don't mention this." Brad raised both hands, "I will find a way to deal with Hilber."

"After so long, you still haven't achieved anything." The congressman said disappointedly, "I don't ask you to compare with Gillyness, at least you can't even find a credible person!"

"There is still one, there are about a dozen or twenty people in the castle who are willing to listen to me." Brad calculated, "Plus the gloves you gave me, magical gadgets, oh right, and three Weasley fireworks, I hope that will work."

"Weasley fireworks are prepared for you to deal with Dio," the congressman said, "Hilber has no weakness of fearing light."

"Yes, he has nothing to fear. And he is a very strong big guy, this is what makes me feel most annoyed." Brad complained, "Vampires should be handsome, elegant, how can they be like that?"

"They are the right ones," the congressman evaluated objectively, "The situation will become more and more chaotic, you blood clan have good resistance to magic spells by nature, you should consider how to use this point to strengthen combat power, instead of holding on to the traditional image."

Before Brad could answer, a slow but clear applause sounded from far to near. The congressman's eyes moved from Brad's terrified face to a figure in the darkness behind him.

A man wearing a white coat, revealing strong arms, walked to the painting while clapping.

The congressman watched him silently.

"Vampires are vampires, there's no need to say anything about blood clan." The man said, "I have always been very clear about this point: no matter how much werewolves are discriminated against, they are still humans, and we are classified as magical creatures."

"You, how did you get in?" Brad's forehead was full of cold sweat.

"Power, we need to have strong combat power, strong enough for wizards to face us squarely." He almost completely ignored Brad on the side, turning to stare at the congressman.

"You are right, vampires have strong magic resistance by nature, but this is not enough, far from enough, we need one, the strongest vampire who can be immune to almost all magic." He twisted his neck, "I will find a child with enough talent, cultivate her combat skills, feed her the blood of various magical creatures, some experiments have shown that this can improve our resistance to magic spells."

"Do you want to cooperate with us?" The congressman swallowed, "Mr. Hilber?"

"Are you still drinking Muggle blood?" Hilber didn't pay attention to the congressman, turning to look at Brad, "We draw traits from blood, and Muggles... will only make you more fragile."

No one saw it clearly, but in the blink of an eye, a sharp big sword was already in Brad's chest. The sword tip passing through the back was dripping with blood, and he felt a chill beginning to spread throughout his body.

"You are the last obstacle to my plan, Dracula." Hilber dropped the corpse and walked straight to the desk, starting to rummage for something, "We don't need a count conferred by humans, we will have our own queen."

"We can also invest in this plan." The congressman said through the painting, "An vampire queen immune to magic spells, this is great, a very promising idea, are you interested in cooperating with us?"

"You? Is it the Magical Congress?" A trace of playfulness appeared on the corner of Hilber's mouth.

"Right, you can believe in our strength, we can provide various magical creature blood, even wizard blood..."

"Then, your news is far behind." Hilber shook his head, "Even if the Queen plan really succeeds, we only have a ticket to the Wizarding World."

"What do you mean?"

"The change has already begun, you idiot." Hilber pulled out his big sword and left without looking back.

The confused congressman looked at the spokesperson he chose slowly turning into a cold corpse on the ground, was silent for a long time, and finally cursed: "This bastard William's shitty mess."