Hogwarts: What Bad Intentions Could a Little Hufflepuff Have?

However, his formidable healing ability

kept him from dying on the spot.

By the time Black approached,

he had almost fully recovered.

Still, while his life had been saved, the pain was very real...

The vampire's savage face was still twitching in agony.

His body, convulsing from the electricity, was still giving off wisps of smoke.

Black noticed that the fierce look in the fellow's eyes had become much clearer...

It seemed that last strike had given him quite a shock.

"Whoosh!"

Seeing Black approach, the vampire hurriedly flipped himself upright.

He retreated more than ten steps in one go.

Of course, he did not dare fly again.

He was afraid of getting struck by lightning...

"Y-you... how do you know that kind of magic?"

the vampire asked in shock.

Black rubbed his chin with the hand holding his Wand.

"Oh? From the sound of it, have you seen this kind of magic before?"

A trace of fear appeared on the vampire's face.

He seemed to have recalled some terrifying memory...

"Y-you... are you that person's descendant?"

The vampire was no longer as arrogant.

Black smiled. "So you really have seen this kind of magic?"

In other words, this ancient vampire who had lived longer than a tortoise must have dealt with that transfer student before.

Otherwise, why would he look so terrified the moment he recognized Black's magic?

Black had wanted to ask about that transfer student from over a hundred years ago.

For example, whether they were male or female, whether they were powerful, whether they were still alive, and so on...

But Black seemed to have forgotten that they were still enemies.

The vampire was filled with fear and fury.

He could think of nothing but killing Black.

How could he possibly want to chat with him?