The Blood Professor at Hogwarts

Harry's face turned red.

He thought that it was because of himself that Gryffindor lost the game this time, that he lost to the handsome and excellent Cedric, that he was probably just a dispensable in Cho Chang's eyes. passers-by...

"I'm fine! I don't need your hypocritical concern!" He suddenly shouted emotionally.

Afterwards, Harry carried his Nimbus 2000, and before he even had time to change out of his ball uniform, he flew towards Hogwarts Castle just before Qiu Zhang arrived.

Everyone present watched Harry's performance dumbfounded, feeling very unreal in their hearts.

Isn't Harry's character humble, docile, and conformist?How could it be so impulsive and impolite like today?

Fred and George, who finally stopped crying, saw this scene, walked up to Cedric, and put their arms around his shoulders familiarly.

"Cedric, Harry is a little out of control today, so don't take it to heart." Fred said, "He's not usually like this."

"I'm fine." Cedric shook his head. "Harry is still young, so it's normal for him to lose control of his emotions sometimes."

"However, Harry's performance today reminded me of one thing." At this moment, George standing next to the two showed a thoughtful expression, "It seems that at the end of last school year, Harry once Lost his temper... Could it be that he started again?"

Of course, George would never have thought that the last time Harry lost his temper was because of Riddle's subtle changes, which were influenced by external forces.

This time, it was a manifestation of his own emotional loss of control, which mainly stemmed from the restlessness in adolescence.

In fact, Harry's sadness is not all because the object of his admiration is very happy with other people, but more because of his own sympathy and pity for his own situation.

This is a trouble unique to young people.

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Summer has quietly arrived at Hogwarts Castle, bringing with it bright sunshine and warm weather.

The sky, like the surface of the lake, turned a purple light blue.

The curtains of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom were drawn tightly, not a single ray of sunlight seeping in from the outside world.

In the classroom, the little wizards were sitting upright, staring straight at the front of the classroom, looking at the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor standing on the podium and the blackboard full of content, not daring to relax and slack in the slightest, for fear of their ignorance. When the professor was in a bad mood, he took them to actual combat training.

However, there was a little wizard who seemed a little absent-minded, which was in stark contrast to the eager learning atmosphere of the surrounding students.

"Mr. Potter—" Dracula suddenly put down the wand in his hand, and looked at the absent-minded little wizard with a bad expression, "Please answer me, what did I just tell you?"

Harry's eyes widened in a daze, looking at Dracula's face with a half-smile.

His thoughts have drifted to nowhere, his mind is full of Qiu Zhang's figure——

Guess what class the little Ravenclaw witch is taking now?Are you busy with schoolwork in the third grade?Will you be with Seid again?

Rick is out on a date?

It was also because of thinking about these messy contents that Harry didn't hear what Professor Dracula said in class at all.

"Uh... just said..." He stood up staggeringly, looking at Ron beside him in a panic.

Ron shrugged helplessly at Harry.Just because he thought about what to eat for lunch, he didn't keep up with the progress of this class at all.

At this time, Hermione in the front row, as if aware of Harry's embarrassment, covered her mouth with a notebook, and quietly sent a message to Harry.

"Spider... curse..." she said in a faint voice.

Harry didn't hear what Hermione was saying at all, so he prolonged his tone and delayed answering the question, hoping that Hermione could understand what he meant:

"E, let me think about—"

The smartest little witch in the second grade really understood Harry's intentions, and also knew that it might not be audible to convey messages with breath, so she picked up a quill and wrote a few big letters in a notebook.

However, just as Hermione was about to stand up the notebook and let Harry see the letters on it, Dracula on the podium suddenly beckoned.

Hermione's notebook flew up from the desk in an instant, and fell straight into Dracula's hands.

"Miss Granger, it's okay if you are so active in answering questions. Today, I finally gave another student a chance. Is it inappropriate for you to answer for him?"

Dracula looked at the big letters on the notebook and said with a chuckle.

Hermione was so ashamed that she covered her face and lay down on the desk, never wanting to help Harry again.

Seeing this scene, Harry suddenly realized that no one else could help him.And he also knows that even if someone is willing to help him, he will be exposed by the seemingly omnipotent Professor Dracula in an instant, so there is really no need to implicate others.

So he took a deep breath, and resignedly put together the two words "spider" and "curse" he just heard from Hermione, and added a word that was quite suitable in the middle, hoping to hit the big luck. right.

"You just gave the spider-clearing spell, Professor!" he said as if dying.

Dracula stared at him and suddenly sneered.

"Is your Defense Against the Dark Arts so good that you can create a spell yourself, Mr. Potter?" What about the incomplete spell name you heard?"

"Professor, I really attended the class, but I was nervous and forgot what the word in the middle was!" Harry wanted to quibble.

However, Dracula suddenly slapped the desk heavily, interrupting Harry's words instantly.

"Take a good look at the blackboard, Potter." He picked up his wand and tapped on a certain place on the blackboard, "but if you listen to this lesson a little bit, you won't say the "spider removal spell" Such an outrageous spell name!"

"Look carefully at what is written here! Questions that can be answered just by reading, you actually told me that I would be so nervous that I would forget the words in the middle?"

Dracula squinted at the audience, his eyes full of disgust.

Harry looked blankly at where Professor Dracula's wand was pointing, and the next moment, his eyes widened.

"Spider Repelling Spell?" he said to the spell on the blackboard.

"Well, now do you know how interesting what you did just now?" Dracula was a little angry at first, but seeing Harry's bewildered expression, he laughed with interest.

Afterwards, he looked at Hermione who was still burying her face in her hands, "Miss Granger, Mr. Potter didn't hear what was said in class just now, please repeat what I just said."

Hermione had to lift her face from her hands when her name was called, and turned her head to give Harry an exasperated look.

"Spider Repelling Curse is a special spell against spiders. When encountering dangerous magical animals like spiders in the wild, you can use the Spider Repelling Curse to drive them away..."

Even though she still had some complaints about Harry, Hermione still professionally recounted what Dracula had said before.

Hear it

What Min said, Harry frowned and looked at Ron.

The meaning on his face is obvious:

"Is it possible that Ron is not afraid of spiders? He can even miss this kind of spell!"

Chapter 170 Eight consecutive losses

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"Did you understand what Miss Granger recounted to you, Potter?"

After Hermione finished recounting the content of the spider banishing spell, Dracula asked.

"Professor, I understand." Harry nodded quickly, "Sorry to delay your lecture, you can continue."

He urged Dracula to continue the lecture without any trace, thinking in his heart, maybe Professor Dracula forgot the punishment for being absent-minded in class after a short lecture?

However, he didn't realize that Professor Dracula, who is known to be narrow-minded, obviously wouldn't just forget the punishment for not listening carefully in class.

"Potter, you don't seem to be doing very well in the last two months." Dracula suddenly thought of some interesting ways of punishment, and said to Harry with a smile, "I'm curious about what interesting things happened recently. , do you want to share it with everyone?"

Harry immediately shook his head in refusal.

His secret has always been hidden in the deepest part of his heart. He didn't even tell his best friends Ron and Hermione. How could he be willing to tell his classmates about it?

"I don't want to say it, I won't force you." Dracula nodded casually.

"When did Professor Dracula become so talkative?"

Harry froze for a moment.

However, Dracula's next words brought Harry's perception of him back to its original position.

"There is still a penalty for being distracted in class. If all of you don't pay attention to the lecture because of distracted attention, where will I save my face?" Dracula said casually, "I will give you two options below. Choose one of them as your punishment."

"The first one: Your written assignments this semester, as well as your practical assignments outside of the course, are quadrupled!"

Harry swallowed.

Usually, Professor Dracula doesn't give much written homework, so it's not difficult to double the homework. This kind of double the punishment is the lightest, even if it is quadrupled.

It wasn't this that gave Harry a headache, but that practical assignment—

Practical homework, as the name suggests, is homework that must be done by hands-on practice, used in Defense Against the Dark Arts class, it is homework that requires fighting.

Now, Hogwarts has a duel club hosted by Dracula, and a lot of practical work has been linked to the duel club's arrangement.

On occasion, Dracula would have students complete practical assignments for Defense Against the Dark Arts classes in the Dueling Club, such as:

Only use a specific spell during a duel, or successfully defend against an opponent's attack during a duel, or use flexible positions to avoid a certain number of attacks...

As long as you pay more attention to this kind of practical homework every day in the duel club, it is not too difficult to complete, so few people will complain about it.

However, if it is quadrupled, things will look very different... That is to say, every time Harry wants to complete his homework, he has to fight four duels in the Dueling Club, and each one has special restrictions!

"What about the second choice?" He still had a little luck.

"The second option... is to share in front of your classmates the reason why you have been so poor in class recently." Dracula slowly raised the corners of his mouth, "Remember not to make up nonsense to fool us, I know exactly what you said Is it true or false."

"I'll take the first option!" Harry said decisively.

If you want to say such an embarrassing thing in front of your classmates, you will definitely die socially, right?

How embarrassing is this...

"Are you sure?" Dracula's smile became flatter.

"I'm sure!" Harry said without any hesitation.

"That's fine." Dracula smacked his lips regretfully, "I'll arrange the duels for you tonight. You can't leave until you finish the four duels!"

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By the time he returned to his dormitory at night, Harry was completely exhausted.

After four high-intensity duels with others in the Dueling Club, Wood took him to the Quidditch pitch for another wave of Quidditch training just after eating and did not rest for 2 minutes. After the training, Harry felt The whole person is gone

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