Blake approached quickly, worry gnawing at him. He feared he might've accidentally killed the vampire with that last attack. But of course, the creature wasn't dead. Blake's ancient magic had stunned him, not destroyed him, and the vampire's potent healing abilities kept him clinging to life.
As Blake drew near, the vampire was already recovering, though his body still twitched from the shock, wisps of green smoke curling off his burned skin. His twisted face contorted in pain, but his fierce, dazed eyes began to clear.
"Whoosh!" The vampire leapt upright, staggering back over ten paces. He didn't dare fly—lightning had taught him that lesson.
"You… you… how do you know that kind of magic?" he asked, shaken.
Blake casually touched his chin with the same hand holding his wand. "Oh? From your reaction, I take it you've seen it before?"
Fear flashed across the vampire's face, as though dredging up memories he'd long buried. "Are you… are you a descendant of that person?"
"So you have seen this magic," Blake said, smiling faintly.
Clearly, this ancient vampire—older even than Grindelwald—had once encountered the transfer student Blake had modeled his magic on. Blake itched to ask more: Who was the student? Male or female? Still alive? Stronger than him?
But he forgot they were still enemies.
The vampire's fear twisted quickly into rage. His wounds were nearly healed. Seeing Blake casually closing the distance—unguarded—ignited an opportunity. A mistake, the vampire thought gleefully. You left an opening.
He opened his mouth wide. A shockwave of invisible sound burst forth—a deadly sonic weapon he had mastered in his transformed state. No human had survived it before. At such close range, Blake didn't stand a chance. Or so the vampire thought.
Blake didn't even try to dodge. With an absent flick of his cloak—transfigured from his levitating robe—he deflected the deadly sound wave as if brushing away an insect.
The vampire froze in disbelief, sound still echoing from his open mouth. Blake, completely unfazed, was even speaking calmly to himself.
Behind him, Grindelwald had just stepped forward, ready to warn Blake—only to realize it was already over.
[Ding! Shocked emotion detected!]
[Ding! Congratulations to the host for getting a golden treasure chest!]
[Ding! Detected...]
Blake's effortless parry triggered simultaneous treasure chest drops—one from the stunned vampire, and one from Grindelwald, who had feared for Blake's life. Neither expected the outcome they witnessed.
The vampire didn't yet grasp how wide the gap between their powers truly was. Still, he didn't plan to flee. He had near-infinite regenerative power. Grindelwald had "killed" him five times earlier—he came back every time. Blake couldn't possibly kill him for good.
And if he couldn't die, then all he needed was one mistake from Blake. Just one.
The vampire's eyes narrowed again with murderous intent.
"So, you don't feel like talking?" Blake said casually. "Fine. Then you can just be my punching bag."
He raised his wand. Instantly, blades of grass around them floated upward. A flick—and the soft blades turned sharp as needles, whistling through the air.
Swish swish swish!
To Grindelwald, it sounded like a rainstorm—but he knew better. The grass-needles were embedding themselves into the vampire's flesh, pinning him to the ground and walls. And yet, no screams.
Instead, the vampire sneered. "Hehehe… now what? How do you plan to defeat me?"
Before Blake could answer, the vampire's body dissolved into mist.
"Mist form?" Blake said, surprised.
In this state, the vampire's body became intangible. The enchanted needles passed through harmlessly. He was like a ghost—untouchable and invisible.
™舛舛怡! the vampire cackled.
Then, he vanished.
"Did he run?" Grindelwald asked, glancing around. "It's still daylight... how can he just disappear?"
Blake shook his head. "No. He didn't run. He's just turned invisible—he's still here, just in mist form."
"No wonder he can sneak around Nurmengard undetected," Grindelwald muttered.
Blake remained calm, unfazed. "Quite a trick, that one. Still, I'd really prefer it if you returned to physical form so I could test some more magic on you."
The vampire, watching from the shadows, seethed. He had the upper hand. Yet Blake smiled like the outcome was already his. Arrogant fool! He launched his next attack.
As Blake spoke to Grindelwald, a strange sensation prickled through his blood. His heart suddenly spasmed, as if ready to burst.
Behind him, the vampire grinned wickedly. This blood-siphoning spell had never failed before. Once it took hold, humans were reduced to dried husks in seconds.
But just as victory seemed certain, Blake spun around—staring directly at him.
Half-smiling.
The vampire reeled. How could Blake see him? His invisibility wasn't just concealment—it was vapor and magic, beyond even a Revelio spell. No ordinary wizard could detect him!
But Blake's golden eyes flashed.
BOOM!
Twin rays of golden light blasted from his eyes—The Eye of Truth—slamming into the vampire's invisible form.
"ARGH!"
A scream ripped from the mist. The vampire was thrown back, his mist-form shattered. Invisibility and atomization were undone instantly.
A gaping hole burned through his chest.
Yet even as he writhed in agony, Blake knelt beside him, curiously watching the wound knit itself back together—tiny granules crawling across the torn flesh.
"Whew," Blake sighed. "Thought he was a goner. Would've been a waste of a perfectly good test subject."
The vampire glared at Blake, humiliated. He wasn't just being fought—he was being studied. Like an experiment. Like a lab rat.
Moments later, fully healed, he lunged again—this time going straight for Blake's throat with razor-sharp claws.
"Now die!"
But—whoosh—his claw swiped through empty air.
Blake hadn't moved.
Yet somehow, he'd become intangible—his body atomized like the vampire's.
"You… you know my magic?! Are you a vampire too?!"
"Nope," Blake said cheerfully. "Just stole it."
With his wishful wand, Blake only needed to understand the effect of a spell to copy it perfectly—sometimes even improving it. The vampire's mist-form magic? Now Blake's.
As the vampire gaped in horror, Blake turned invisible again, vanishing without a sound.
Then, he reappeared—behind the vampire.
"Boo."
BOOM!
A sonic blast, identical to the vampire's earlier attack, erupted from Blake's mouth, hitting the recovering vampire square in the chest. Flesh and blood exploded in every direction.
Grindelwald took a small step back, eyes wide.
This was… a bit much.
"How… how is this possible…" the vampire muttered weakly as his body began to reform yet again.
In a blur, Blake reappeared at Grindelwald's side.
"You just watched his magic and then used it?" Grindelwald asked in disbelief.
"Yup. Gotta say—his magic's pretty handy!"
Grindelwald stared. Not even Dumbledore could do this. Was this some kind of freakish genetic talent?
Before long, the vampire's regenerating form began to solidify once more.
Blake, smiling, drew a flame whip from his wand. It morphed into a blazing fire serpent.
The vampire saw it—and froze. His arrogant glare faded into panic.
For the first time, he realized...
This flame might actually kill him.
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