HP - Shadow Monarch!

Chapter 133 - Dracula's Family.

[Chapter Size: 2000 Words.]

Third Person POV

London.

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The news of the hunts for dark wizards was not limited to England alone. An event of this nature would inevitably make headlines in international newspapers, catching the attention of people worldwide. A series of murders in England would draw interest from others, even outside the country, as they received the news and found it intriguing.

In a castle surrounded by a dark and viscous swamp, one such person outside England was observing the newspaper with more intense attention than most. Sitting in a large dining hall at a long table, a girl with crimson eyes and hair as brilliantly red as her gaze focused intently on the paper before her, a faint smile curving her lips.

She turned the page to examine other articles, which also reported on the "Hogsmeade Killer."
"It's him..." she murmured thoughtfully. "I'm sure it's the same person."

"But he's fighting differently here, using only blades... Even so, his teleportation seems to be the same as what we faced—a kind of magic I'm unfamiliar with, but incredibly fast. Where did he learn that...?" As she analyzed the accounts she read, she couldn't stop murmuring to herself, pondering how Snape could kill so many wizards at once.

"Could he be from Hogwarts?" Examining some details, everything seemed to point toward Hogwarts, which meant he might be a student.
"I knew he was young, but a student..."

She couldn't suppress a brief smile before turning the page again to read further. At that moment, the door to the enormous room opened, and a middle-aged man, impeccably dressed in a fine suit and exuding a dignified demeanor, entered. He approached her with a tender smile.

"Good morning. What are you reading, my daughter?" he asked calmly, stopping beside her.

"Good morning, Father. I'm reading about some events that happened in England," she replied as he raised an eyebrow.

"England? Did something happen? Did you find that scoundrel who attacked you some time ago? Tell me, and I'll go after him immediately," the man said firmly, his tone protective of his precious daughter.

"No, Father. I've already asked you not to go there in that situation, and I've already admitted that I provoked him myself. I was wrong..." she responded.

"Then what are these newspapers about...?" he asked, glancing at the pages as his daughter spoke.

"But in any case, I'm sure it's him... Look at this." She handed the newspaper to him, pointing to an article.

He examined the content and raised an eyebrow.
"Well, this isn't something you see every day," he murmured, his tone slightly impressed.

"Yes. Father, may I go to England?" she asked, looking directly at him.

"Why are you so interested in this strange man who, apparently, only wants to spread chaos?" he retorted, crossing his arms.

"It's just that you haven't seen a human with such an affinity for the power of death," she explained. "Besides... I want to talk to him..." She paused for a moment, while her father observed her closely, trying to understand her reasoning for this strange fascination.
"He doesn't have a bad smell..."

"So..." he broke the silence. "Is that all you have to say, daughter? My answer is no." He decided firmly.

"Father, you don't understand!" she exclaimed, frustrated. "You know very well why I haven't married in 200 years! Everyone has terrible smells, even those idiots you've been trying to introduce me to for over 100 years and all the magical and non-magical humans I've ever met in my life!"