The Blood Professor at Hogwarts

Its short legs were thick as tree stumps, and underneath were large, flat, calloused feet.A stench like a mixture of stinky socks and public toilets that has never been cleaned emanates from the troll, which is disgusting.

The monster was still holding a thick wooden stick in its hand, and it was dragged on the ground by him, making an ear-piercing and creepy sound.

……

The Halloween banquet was over, and the thunderclouds summoned by the weather spell dissipated in the sky, and the bright moonlight shone into the tall windows of Hogwarts Castle.

In the shadows under the moonlight, a brightly colored bat hangs upside down.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but the bat seems to be looking at the scene inside a bathroom with great interest.

Following the line of sight of the bat, one could see the girls' washroom on the first floor, where a fierce battle was taking place.

The troll, provoked by Ron several times, turned his attention away from Hermione and then cornered Ron.

Seeing this scene, Harry's heart skipped a beat and he jumped forward.

Then he put his arms around the troll's neck from behind, and thrust his wand straight into one of the troll's nostrils as he jumped up.

Howling in pain, the troll writhed and swung the club again and again, as if it might throw Harry off at any moment, then grabbed him and gave him a terrible blow with the club!

At this critical moment, the giant monster's violent struggle suddenly froze.

The abrupt stillness caught Harry off guard, and he lost his grip and fell off the troll.

At the corner, Ron held his wand tightly in his hand, staring blankly at the giant monster standing still in place in front of him, at a loss for what to do.

"Mr. Potter, if someone else asks you in the future, please don't say that I taught you Defense Against the Dark Arts. I can't afford to lose that person."

A familiar voice sounded from the bathroom door.

Harry looked towards the place where the sound came from in surprise, and found a tall figure with silver hair and burgundy eyes standing quietly under the moonlight, looking at him with disgust.

"Professor Dracula!!" Harry yelled ecstatically, ignoring the disgusted expression on Dracula's face.

Then, he felt as if all the strength in his body had disappeared, and the courage he had just jumped on the giant monster's back seemed to be fleeting. There was only a moment of fear in his heart, and he fell weakly on the ground.

With a wave of his hand, Dracula swept away the smoky air, and then he took two steps forward and came to the side of the three little wizards.

"Mr. Potter, please recite the content of the first lesson." He looked at Harry who was sitting on the ground indifferently. "When you are faced with a dangerous situation, what is the most appropriate way to deal with it?"

Chapter 24 Temporary defense against the dark arts

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Harry hadn't recovered from the fright brought by the troll when he heard Professor Dracula's question.

However, the scene just now was too exciting, his mind went blank, and he couldn't remember what the first Defense Against the Dark Arts class was about after racking his brains.

Harry turned his help-seeking eyes to Ron who was shrinking in the corner to lower his sense of existence, but Ron shrank his body deeper into the corner and gave him a helpless look.

At this moment, a hand tremblingly raised up.

"Then Miss Granger, you can answer this question for him." Dracula said to Hermione.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief, and then a strange feeling rose in his heart——

This was just a battlefield against giant monsters, so why did it turn into a Defense Against the Dark Arts class in a blink of an eye?

"We young wizards must learn to use other powers to defend ourselves - such as alchemy armor, external weapons, or the simplest and most effective method, to ask for help." Hermione whispered.

Seeing that Dracula didn't intend to refute, Hermione's tone gradually became fluent and confident, as if she was back in class.

"When you go out with an adult, you can carry two looking glasses to give an alarm in case of danger; the spark spell can also play the role of alarm and contact, but it is usually not recommended to use it in front of danger..."

Hermione almost recited all the points mentioned in class, and Harry and Ron, two scumbags, listened with their mouths open.

"You have a good memory, Miss Granger." Dracula nodded with a smile.

Before Hermione could show a smug smile, he withdrew his smile and asked, "Then reflect on it, have you done what I explained?"

Hermione lowered her head, looking aggrieved, almost crying again.

Regardless of her grievances, Dracula continued to say sternly: "Just in class, didn't you use the spark spell well? As long as you can remember to use red sparks to call the police, the professors will immediately receive the signal." I will rush over, and the three of you will not face such danger!"

"In addition, I did say that casting the spark spell to call the police is a dangerous behavior, because it will expose your position and may anger the enemy; however, I don't know if you remember another sentence I said—" Specific analysis of the problem "!"

"You know, trolls are creatures that are extremely stupid and lack the ability to think. They don't have the slightest ability to distinguish human behavior! Facing such an enemy, you can use the spark spell to warn first, and then use other spells to delay time , it can easily be dragged until the professors come to rescue you."

Hermione wiped away her tears and sobbed, "I... my mind went blank when I saw the troll, and I can't think of anything..."

"That's why it's important to keep calm when facing the enemy." Dracula said, "You just haven't seen it too much. It seems that I will strengthen this training for you in the future..."

Speaking of this, a hint of malice suddenly appeared on his face, and he didn't know what idea he had thought of.

Harry and Ron were quietly relieved to see the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor stop lecturing.

The two secretly compared each other, and found that facing Professor Dracula was more nerve-wracking than facing a giant monster!

Dracula's lecture obviously didn't end there.

Chapter 25 Voldemort intends to find another way out

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So, when other professors heard the news and rushed to the scene, they saw this scene:

The three little Gryffindor wizards tried every means to attack the troll's little head like a cocoa bean.Hermione is better, she knows a lot of simple spells, while Harry and Ron can only use some unprofessional spells like levitating spells to attack.

The giant monster has rough skin and thick flesh, and is annoyed by the harassment of several people, but there is nothing to deal with it.Whenever the big stick in its hand is about to hit the little wizard's head, it will be stopped by Dracula in an instant.

It didn't understand why, but it also instinctively lost its desire to attack, gradually reducing the pressure on Harry and the three of them.

Professor McGonagall, who was originally anxious, rushed over as fast as possible, but seeing such a strange scene, he couldn't help turning his head and said to Dumbledore next to him:

"Albus, I don't think Professor Dracula's teaching methods are suitable for poor children!"

"Professor Dracula may have his own teaching method." Dumbledore coughed lightly, and laughed with Professor McGonagall.

What can Dumbledore do, he is also very desperate!Is he really going to fire a Hogwarts landlord for a little teaching method problem?Hogwarts still wants to run.

And at this time Dracula also saw the fatigue of the troll.For the sake of this poor teaching tool, he stopped Harry and the three of them.

"Let's go here first this time, and remember to deal with danger in the way I taught you in the future." He said to the three.

The three little ones nodded hurriedly, and then got behind Professor McGonagall and Dumbledore, as if they were afraid that Dracula would arrange some exciting combat missions for them.

Dracula shook his head with a grin, and turned to look at Dumbledore, McGonagall, and Snape who were rushing over.In addition to the three principals and deans, the teaching assistant, Quirrell, also followed the three professors with a cloudy expression, not knowing what he was thinking.

"What the hell are you playing?" Professor McGonagall put on a straight face, turned around and said to the three of Harry, with cold anger in his voice, "Fortunately for you, Professor Dracula found you in time. Not killed by it. Why don't you stay in the dormitory?!"

Snape quickly gouged out Harry with a threatening gaze, especially paying attention to see if his eyes were damaged. He was relieved when he saw that his eyes were not injured, and then he snorted uncomfortably.

Hermione wanted to bear all the responsibilities alone, but when she was about to speak, her eyes suddenly widened in horror.

"Miss Granger, don't you want to play tricks with those naughty bastards?" Professor McGonagall looked at Hermione's terrified expression, thinking that she was going to divert her attention like the Weasley twins, so he said angrily.

However, Harry and Ron also showed panic immediately.

"Professor, be careful!" Harry yelled.

Professor McGonagall turned around, and saw a huge wooden club falling towards Dracula with great force.

Even if the troll has no IQ, after being teased for so long, he gradually realizes with his little intuition that Dracula is the culprit who caused him to be played back and forth by the three little wizards!

So it decided to kill this annoying person first, and then go to get rid of other annoying little wizards.

The wooden stick fell heavily, and everyone present couldn't react in time, thinking that Professor Dracula would repeat the mistakes of Defense Against the Dark Arts professors in the past few decades!

The next moment, Dracula raised his hand lightly, and firmly grasped the wooden stick in his hand.

The troll blushed, and dented the floor of the bathroom under his feet, but he couldn't pull his wooden stick out of that seemingly slender and pale finger no matter what.

Dracula glanced at it casually, then let go suddenly.

The giant couldn't hold back his strength for a while, and suddenly pulled out the wooden stick.The wooden stick in his hand slammed heavily on its own forehead.

Then the troll passed out.

Afterwards, Dracula casually looked at Harry who had just issued a warning, and asked with a chuckle:

"What's the matter, Mr. Potter?"

"No...nothing, Professor."

Harry swallowed, shaking his head.

Seeing the scene where Dracula was catching the troll's stick with his bare hands, not to mention the three little wizards, even Professor McGonagall and Snape showed stunned expressions.

"It's late, it's time to go back and rest." Dracula said softly, not paying attention to their expressions.

As he walked forward, he took a handkerchief from his pocket, wiped his hands carefully, and then set it on fire.

When passing by Quirrell, Dracula gave him a look that seemed to have deep meaning, and then passed him by, disappearing in the shadow without the moonlight.

……

It's night, in the cramped teaching assistant's office.

Taking off the purple hood that never left his body, Quirrell knelt on the ground, trembling.

On the skin behind his head, Voldemort's ferocious face kept roaring, venting the anger and depression in his heart.

"You are a waste! You are a waste! You can't even see Dracula's defense against you!" Voldemort shouted fiercely, "If I hadn't discovered the mark he left on your shoulder in time, would you be stupid? Are you rushing to the restricted area on the fourth floor?!"

"Master...Master, I really didn't notice anything unusual about me..." Quirrell said weakly.

"Even if you didn't realize that Dracula patted you on the shoulder uncharacteristically, didn't you realize that there was something wrong?" Voldemort asked, "Your poor performance has been full of leaks. Now Lianxi Fleurs also noticed something wrong with you."

"Damn it, why did I have to possess you instead of Severus!"

Voldemort now simply hates iron but not steel, and hates Quirrell not being Snape.

But now he couldn't reveal his identity in front of Snape, the former hardcore Death Eater.

On the one hand, it is because he is in such a weak state that he is possessed by Qi Luo, not only will he lose face in front of his former subordinates, but also will seriously lose his prestige, and may even cause subordinates to rebel.

Voldemort, on the other hand, had been dormant for 11 years after all.However, Snape had won the trust of Dumbledore during this period, and Voldemort couldn't believe that he was still as loyal as before.

So he can only pin his hopes on this very disappointing Quirrell.

"No, it's not safe for me to stay with Quirrell now." Voldemort said to himself, "In addition, his life force is not enough, I have to find another way out!"