The Blood Professor at Hogwarts

The performance had just begun, but right next to a white-haired old man, several audience members hurriedly left the theater as if they had suddenly thought of something urgent.

No one noticed that a round of dark moon, accompanied by the phantoms of a few bats flying by, suddenly appeared in the vacant space that was just vacated.

As the dark moon faded, a silver-haired figure lazily leaned on the back of the luxury seat, crossed his legs, and sat down beside the old man.

"Oh, Dracula, those audiences paid to watch the show." The old man turned his head and cast a reproachful look at the suddenly appearing vampire professor, "Why did you drive them away with the Muggle Repelling Curse?" Woolen cloth?"

"Whether they pay or not has nothing to do with me. I'm not you. I have developed a hobby of watching dramas over the years." Dracula curled his lips.

Then he sat up straight, "Old guy, I'm here to ask you, is there something you're hiding from me?"

"What is our relationship? How could I hide it from you?" Nicole said innocently.

"I lent you all the Philosopher's Stones that you depend on, so you haven't kept it from me?!" Dracula couldn't hold back, and amplified his voice.

Nico was startled, and quickly arranged a magic spell for sound insulation around it, enclosing Dracula's voice inside.

Then he looked at his best friend of hundreds of years and complained dissatisfiedly:

"It's true that Albus made you guess so quickly..."

Chapter No.16 Waiting for Godot

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"Tell me, what do you want to do?" Dracula stared firmly into Nicole Flamel's eyes, "I don't think it would take the real Sorcerer's Stone to lure a little Voldemort."

Dracula was indeed not interested in the Philosopher's Stone, and he didn't even bother to pick it up when it was thrown in front of his eyes.

But if the only Philosopher's Stone in the world is threatened, he will try his best to protect it instead.Because this is the basis of Nicole's survival!

"Relax, Albus will definitely help me protect the Philosopher's Stone." Nicole said with a smile, "I'm not worried at all if I hand the Philosopher's Stone into his hands."

"What's more, I have prepared enough elixirs. Even if there is an accident with the Philosopher's Stone, I have plenty of time to deal with the things that should be dealt with."

Hearing this sentence, Dracula frowned deeply.

"Don't you trust Dumbledore very much? Then why prepare extra elixirs?" he asked.

Flamel's words froze, his eyes avoided Dracula's gaze, he pretended to appreciate the drama, and turned his eyes to the stage.

Dracula also followed him to look at the spacious stage of the opera house.

The scenery on the stage is very simple, there is only a road in the country, and a tree, and the lights are like a dim dusk.

Under a tree in the countryside, two old homeless men are very bored, impatient, and seem to have no interest in life.So one of the tramps untied his trouser belt and hung it on a tree branch, preparing to hang himself.

"So, are you actually prepared for not getting back the Philosopher's Stone?" Dracula asked softly, looking at the two old homeless men who were so bored that they hanged themselves.

Nico sighed softly.

"As long as the Sorcerer's Stone exists in this world, it will always be coveted. This time it is Voldemort, and Albus will fight against it. Will there be a more powerful villain next time? Will there be any more? What about someone like Albus guarding the Philosopher's Stone?"

"Brad, you should know how I feel, the long life is too boring. And I am really old. Like this drama, it tells us that life is an endless hopeless waiting. The world is absurd , The world suffers."

Dracula's words of persuasion were stuck in his throat for a moment.He knew the dull suffering of a long life, otherwise he wouldn't have regarded finding fun as a lifelong pursuit.

"If you and Perenal leave, I won't have any friends in this world anymore." After a long silence, Dracula said slowly.

"You will have better friends." Nico smiled. "I don't have the unique advantages of vampires. My muscles and limbs have long since become unhealthy. What's more, I have lived for so long, what should be done should not be done I have done everything, and I have no regrets.”

Dracula was silent, absently watching the funny performance of the two homeless men on the stage.

The homeless man, who had just untied his belt and was about to hang himself, hung his neck from a tree.But the old belt was too fragile to bear his weight and snapped.

The old tramp didn't die.

The audience in the audience laughed at the right time.

Seeing this scene, Dracula also chuckled lightly.

"Old guy, it's not that easy to want to die." He turned to look at Nico, "If I say, I'm willing to help you protect the Philosopher's Stone, at least half of the excuses you made before will be invalidated!"

"As for living without interest, there is no need to worry about it. In a few years, the magic world will be in chaos, so where will interesting people and things not be found?"

Dracula thought of the picture he saw from the Mirror of Erised, unconsciously a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Also, don't you really want to see the 21st century, the scene that spans thousands of years?"

Nico looked at him blankly, and then laughed out loud.

"Today's scene is really appropriate." He smiled happily, and the wrinkles on his face stretched out.

The homeless man on stage lifted his pants and said to his companion, "Shall we go?"

"Let's go."

The curtain fell slowly, and there was warm applause on the field.

Dracula and Nico clapped together.

"What's the name of the show?" Dracula asked.

""Waiting for Godot"" Nicole said, "Now think about it, if you look at this play from another angle, life is not just an endless and hopeless waiting. There is still momentum to move forward.”

"That's right, the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor position you recommended to me is promising." Dracula said with a light smile.

"Then why don't you hurry back to Hogwarts and finish your job well, Professor Dracula?" Nico teased.

Dracula nodded slightly, turned into a dark moon, and dissipated in place as a group of bats passed by.

……

The next moment, Dracula appeared on the window sill of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.

He leaned against the edge of the window and sat casually on the windowsill.A gust of wind blew, and the black-red cloak and silver hair swayed gently.

At this time, Quirrell was still stumbling and reading the text.

The little wizards under the podium were a little drowsy, playing small games on their own, and some clever ghosts were thinking about ways to play tricks on Quirrell.

In the whole class, Hermione Granger seemed to be the only one who was still listening carefully, taking notes from time to time.

Ron was already lying on the table, half asleep and half awake.Harry, on the other hand, was distracted, looking at the furnishings in the classroom and the scenery outside the window erratically.

At this moment, he glanced out the window and accidentally saw the silver-haired figure sitting leaning on the window sill.

"Professor Dracula!" Harry exclaimed in surprise.

The other young wizards immediately felt relieved when they heard Harry's words, and they raised their heads to look in the direction of the window.

Seeing this, Dracula smiled slightly, and waved to Harry.Then, he walked to Quirrell on the podium.

"Professor D...Dracula, why... why did you come back suddenly?" Quirrell asked tremblingly.

"I just came back to see how you were doing." Dracula said, "But I really didn't expect you to be like this. Isn't that lesson plan well written?"

Quirrell was trembling, unable to speak a word for a long time.

"Forget it." Dracula shook his head helplessly, and threw Quirrell out of the classroom, "Go and wash your troll until there is no smell, and then give it to Dumbledore to put in the checkpoint position below."

After ordering Quirrell's work, Dracula adjusted his smile to the little wizards, and said happily,

"Students, I'm sorry for asking Quirrell to take over the class." He said, "Next, I will bring you a real Defense Against the Dark Arts class!"

Chapter No.17 The Real Defense Against the Dark Arts Lesson

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A gust of cold wind blew through the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, dispelling the strong perfume that Quirrell had sprayed to cover up Voldemort's presence, and also swept away the drowsy mental state of the little wizards.

Seeing the energetic state of the students, Dracula nodded in satisfaction.

"So, this is the first Defense Against the Dark Arts class in your life, right?" He propped his hands on the desk, leaned forward, and carefully looked at every little wizard present.

"Yes, Professor." The little wizards said in unison.

"Then it's really irresponsible for me to ask Quirrell to substitute for the class." Dracula, who had just solved the knot with Nicole Flamel, was very easy to talk to.

He chuckled and even bowed slightly to everyone.

"This class was really difficult for you, and I apologize to everyone."

Seeing the professor exuding a noble and profound temperament bowing to everyone, the little wizards in the audience suddenly felt flattered, and the resentment in their hearts had already flown to the sky.

There was warm applause from the audience, and all the little wizards were looking forward to Dracula, looking forward to what he said was the real Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

Sensing the students' expectation, Dracula took out a pure black wand for the first time in front of others.

This wand was thirteen and one-half inches long, and the whole body was pitch black. Many magnificent patterns were cut out on the back half of the wand where it was held in the hand, and a deep aura appeared faintly from the cutouts.

A transparent spar is inlaid at the end of the wand, exuding a transparent light, like a dark moon.

Ollivander had already made this wand a few days ago, and sent it to Dracula along with the remaining materials to Hogwarts.

Dracula is holding this wand, perhaps because both the wood and the core have a great connection with him, and a feeling of using his arms and fingers arises spontaneously.

He waved his wand, and a bold handwriting appeared on the blackboard behind the podium——

What is Defense Against the Dark Arts

Dracula turned sideways so that the little wizards could clearly see the handwriting, and then asked:

"Who can tell me what is Defense Against the Dark Arts?"

The conditioned reflex was average, and Hermione in the first row raised her hand high.

Dracula nodded to her.

"Defense Against the Dark Arts, DADA for short, is a course that teaches students how to protect themselves from black magic, including methods to deal with dark creatures, black magic and duels!" Hermione said confidently.

"The definition is pretty good!" Dracula nodded approvingly.

In fact, he himself doesn't know what the definition in the textbook is, but looking at the confused expressions of other little wizards, he feels that the answer should be no problem...

"What's your name?" he asked.

"Hermione Granger, Professor." The little witch said proudly.

"Very well, Miss Granger. Five points to Gryffindor." Dracula nodded at her, motioning for her to sit down.

Then he continued, "Of course, in my opinion, Defense Against the Dark Arts should not be so narrowly defined. What we need to defend against is far more than black magic and dark creatures."