The Blood Professor at Hogwarts

Lucius' face froze, and cold sweat immediately flowed from his forehead.

He subconsciously glanced at the empty main seat at the front of the conference room, which was the seat reserved by the school board for Dracula, who is the nominal chairman of the school board.

Because Dracula was too lazy to hold meetings, he basically never came to this meeting room after that burst of novelty.

But the school managers here can't just pretend that he doesn't exist anymore.

What if one day this unpredictable professor suddenly came to the meeting on a whim?Let the chairman have no place to sit, and stand up and hold meetings with the school managers?

What if the moody professor got mad and beat up the trustees?

So the school trustees still reserved the seat for Dracula.

Lucius heaved a sigh of relief when he saw the empty main seat, and before he had time to wipe off the cold sweat that trickled into the corners of his eyes and made his eyes hurt, he immediately said righteously:

"Nonsense, how could I question Professor Dracula! Professor Dracula is the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor with the strongest teaching ability and personal comprehensive quality I have ever seen. No one will question him!"

Even though he knew that Dracula was not there, Lucius still adhered to the principle of being cautious in his words and deeds on the topic of Dracula, and immediately made a statement, showing his identity as a Dracula fan to the fullest.

He is now ready to abandon Voldemort and completely fall to Dracula.It would be a shame to be rejected by Dracula because of such a trivial matter...

"So why is it that Professor Dracula, who has never taken the wizard level exam, is the professor with the strongest teaching ability and comprehensive quality, while Hagrid, who also has not taken the wizard level exam, can only be questioned?" Dumbledore pressed on step by step. Forced, asked sharply.

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"How could Professor Dracula be the same as Rubeus Hagrid..." Lucius wanted to refute, but was interrupted by Dumbledore before he could speak.

"Could it be that it's because Professor Dracula is the chairman of the school board?" Dumbledore stared into Lucius' eyes and said in a deep tone, "Could it be that the members of the school board have something that others don't have?" Privilege?"

Dumbledore's words pierced Lucius' heart hard.

Obviously, what he said was not talking about Dracula, but questioning Lucius through this matter.

Lucius' face changed, and he hesitated for a long time.

Dumbledore just stared at him like this, without extra actions or words.The other school directors didn't say much either, they didn't want to get involved in the dispute between the patriarch of the pure-blood family and the headmaster of Hogwarts.

After a long time, Lucius took a deep breath.

"Okay, then I will show face to Mr. Principal today." He said through gritted teeth, every word seemed to come out through his teeth, "I don't need to appeal to Rubeus Hagrid..."

After saying this, Lucius raised his head and met Dumbledore's deep eyes, "Are you satisfied now, Dumbledore?"

"Then thank you for your understanding, Mr. Malfoy." Dumbledore nodded in satisfaction, and stood up from his seat, "Then, this matter will pass happily..."

He turned to look at other members of the school board, "Is there anything else for the school board? If not

If not, I have to deal with some official duties, so I won't accompany you for now..."

"Wait a minute." Lucius also stood up, and called to Dumbledore who was about to leave with a sullen face.

Dumbledore turned his head suspiciously, "Is there anything else, Mr. Malfoy?"

"Although I let the big man go, the beast that hurt Draco must pay the price." Lucius said, "I have already contacted the Committee for the Disposal of Dangerous Creatures, and in a few days they will pass the resolution send over."

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Dumbledore also lowered his face.

"Of course, Draco must give an explanation for the injury he suffered." Lucius put his cane on the ground, and his expression returned to that arrogant look.

"Well, since you're so recalcitrant, I'll have to find a rescuer." Dumbledore sighed.

He suddenly stretched out his wand, waved a silver-white phoenix, flew through the wall to the third floor of the castle.

That was Dumbledore's Patronus, which was improved by him to convey information.

Lucius' face was not very good-looking.

He recognized that the direction the silver phoenix flew was the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office on the third floor of the castle. Dumbledore probably wanted to ask Professor Dracula to come and stand on the platform to support the Hippogriff.

Lucius is ready to bend and stretch—

If Professor Dracula was really called over and sided with Dumbledore and Hagrid, then he would immediately write to withdraw the complaint against the animal, and said with a smile that it was just a misunderstanding...

But at this moment, Dumbledore was stunned for a moment, his expression was a little surprised at first, and then turned into helplessness.

"It seems that Professor Dracula is not at Hogwarts Castle, is it?" Lucius was relieved when he saw this.

"Unfortunately." Dumbledore shook his head.

"Then let's talk about it after Professor Dracula comes back." Lucius cocked his lips, "If Professor Dracula has no objection, the resolution of the Committee on Disposal of Dangerous Creatures will still be delivered as usual in a few days, you You can tell that big guy to wait."

After finishing speaking, Lucius flicked his cane and left the school board meeting room with great vigor.

After all the school managers left, Dumbledore quietly revealed some doubts in his eyes, and then summoned a phoenix patron saint again.

He closed his eyes, and controlled the silver phoenix to fly all over the castle, exploring every inch of the castle for unusual places.

A moment later, Dumbledore suddenly opened his eyes, with a complex look of astonishment and anger in his eyes.

……

The time went back to a few hours before the school board meeting.

It was just dawn, and at the end of the black lake, a golden light pierced through the curtain made up of starlight, quietly illuminating the darkest hour of the day.

The sky was still gloomy, and this was the moment Dracula appreciated the most during the day.

There is no dazzling sunlight, nor does it belong to eternal darkness, and the best balance between light and darkness has been achieved.

He stood on the shore of the Black Lake, with wine-red light in his eyes, looking through the slightly turbulent lake water, watching with interest the big squid in the lake water teasing in the Slytherin common room Little snakes playing all night.

Just when Dracula was watching it vigorously, a red glow suddenly flashed past him.

A kind of vigilance and excitement that has not been felt for many years suddenly hit Dracula's withered heart.

He subconsciously tilted his neck, narrowly dodging a crimson blade of light.

The end of the light blade brushed dangerously past the throat, and flew into the water without any hesitation, splitting the lake in half in an instant, and the dividing line drawn by the air on the lake did not disperse for a long time.

On the dividing line, many swimming fish are cut into two sections, and the cut surface is as smooth as a mirror.

Dracula felt something strange on his neck, so he raised his hand and lightly brushed the place where the end of the crimson light blade just passed by.

Suddenly, he touched a touch of cold liquid.

"How many years..." Dracula turned over his palm and looked at the slender fingertips, his eyes were a little dazed.

On his pale fingertips a drop

Bright red blood, that drop of blood seemed to be exuding a strange luster.

"It's been many years, and I haven't experienced what it's like to be injured." Dracula licked his fingertips without any trace, tasted the fishy smell in the blood, and unconsciously raised the corners of his mouth.

"Then I want to know, who are you?"

The four sharp fangs around his lips have already been exposed without a doubt, the nails are stretched, the wings on the back are stretched, and the evil in his eyes is no longer hidden.

Dracula's evil eyes looked at another person who appeared on the shore of the black lake at some time——

It was a strange figure.

A gorgeous red cloak and a long hood covered his face, leaving no trace of skin exposed to the air.

But in his hand he was holding a magic wand that was so ordinary that it couldn't be more ordinary, like a branch picked up from the ground.

Under the cover of the hood, no trace of that figure's expression could be seen, but Dracula could keenly feel the latent emotions in that person's heart——

There is no trace of malice, but it is full of killing intent!

Chapter 190 Two Grangers?

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Facing Dracula's question, the hooded figure didn't respond, but slowly raised the magic wand in his hand that looked like an ordinary branch.

Dracula's mouth curled into a smile, and he also raised his wand.

In the next instant, two spells of different colors, one black and one red, were cast at the same time, colliding violently.

A gust of violent wind centered on the place where the spell collided, and spread out rapidly, blowing the robe behind Dracula and the hooded man's cloak.

The two spells stalemate for a moment, and the pitch-black light beam cast by Dracula gradually gained the upper hand, slowly pushing the opposite crimson beam towards the direction of the hooded man's wand.

"Are you just like that?" Dracula chuckled, raised his left hand to cast another spell without a stick, and defeated the enemy on the opposite side in one fell swoop.

However, the next action of the hooded man was completely beyond his expectation!

The hooded man seemed to have expected that Dracula would use his left hand to make up a spell, and before Dracula raised his hand, he swung his wand violently, deflecting the two stalemate spells from their original direction and throwing them towards his body side.

Just like a prophet, the spell thrown to the side coincided with the magic cast by Dracula's left hand, which interfered with the operation of the spell, and made him narrowly avoid the message. Ben Lei's offensive.

However, in Dracula's view, the hooded man's evasion may not be called dangerous and dangerous, but it should be said that there is no trace of extra movement... An attack that can be avoided by taking half a step, there is no need to take a full step step!

The Hooded Man's next actions confirmed Dracula's conjecture.

After evading the curse, without a moment's pause, the hooded man keenly took advantage of the almost imperceptible gap between Dracula's two attacks, instantly changed his figure, and appeared in Dracula. Gula behind.

Although Dracula was a little surprised, he reacted quickly and set up a barrier behind his back that could interfere with the transmission of magic power for a short time.

No matter what kind of magic it is, it will be affected by this barrier and completely deviate from the original route.

However, the hooded man was once again like a prophet, he did not use any magic, but instead raised his left hand and punched Dracula.

There was a look of surprise in Dracula's eyes, and then he sneered, and lightly raised one palm to meet the opposite fist.

It's really rare that there are still people in the magic world who would choose to compete with Lord Vampire Earl in physical strength!

So is this a werewolf?

Dracula looked curiously at the figure of the figure wrapped in the cloak, and felt that although his figure was not thin, there was still a big gap between him and the exaggerated physique of a werewolf.

What's more, it's not a full moon night, and the werewolf's physical ability can't be used at all.

He was no longer distracted, ready to grab his opponent's fist and capture him directly.Just take off his hood and everything will be revealed.

The slender white palm collided with the fist in the thick glove, and the slender fingers bent slightly, buckling towards the fist wrapped in the glove.

However, in the next moment, an incredible look appeared in Dracula's eyes.

A powerful force that was not inferior to him came from the opponent's fist, and with such overwhelming momentum, Dracula, who had completely underestimated the enemy, pushed back several steps before stopping.

"Who the hell are you?"