The Blood Professor at Hogwarts

After Dracula walked up unsteadily, he immediately waved his wand and closed the office door with a "bang".

Dracula glanced back at the closed office door and the tightly closed windows around him, with a strange look on his face.

Dumbledore is a bad visitor...

"Professor Dracula, I want to ask you a question—"

Sure enough, after Dumbledore had done all the protective work to prevent the conversation between the two from being overheard by others, he immediately asked straightforwardly:

"How could you take a student's Time-Turner and use it to go back in time?"

"What are you talking about, Dumbledore?" Dracula paused for a moment, then said blankly, "Time-Turner? Is there such a foul thing in the wizarding world?"

Seeing the "confused" expression on Dracula's face, the corner of Dumbledore's mouth couldn't help twitching.

"Professor Dracula, it's only the two of us talking here, so you can be more honest." He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressed the urge to fight Dracula, and said slowly, "And I don't know if there is any No one ever told you that you weren't very good at acting."

"I'm not acting." Dracula still looked blank.

"Professor Dracula, under normal circumstances, when you hear about something like a time-turner, you should show an expression of interest." Dumbledore tapped his finger on the table, pointing out the flaws in Dracula's acting skills. Question, "It's not appropriate for the expression of bewilderment to appear on the count's face."

"Really?" Dracula thought for a moment, then nodded, "You're right, Dumbledore."

Thus, the expression on his face seamlessly merged into the usual look of interest.

"It seems that I misunderstood you, Professor Dracula." Dumbledore's forehead was throbbing with veins, and there was already some gnashing of teeth in his tone, "Your acting skills are very good!"

"Thank you for the compliment." Dracula smiled with satisfaction, "But I really don't know what a Time Converter is."

"Okay... since you don't want to admit it, then I have to present a substantial piece of evidence." Dumbledore let out a breath slowly, and then waved his wand.

In front of Dracula, a silver-white phoenix patron saint flew through the wall and out of the principal's office.

Seeing Dumbledore's actions, Dracula thought something was wrong.

Not a moment later, the patron saint of the phoenix flew back, and as its beak opened and closed, clear human voices came out from it.

First came Dumbledore's voice: "Professor Dracula, do you have time to come to the principal's office now? I have something to discuss with you."

Below is Dracula's voice: "No time, no going."

Dumbledore's voice: "But this matter is quite important."

Dracula's voice: "That's not available either."

"..."

The Phoenix Patronus closed its beak.

Dumbledore put away the Patronus and looked at Dracula teasingly.

Dracula raised his hand to his forehead and fell heavily into the sofa in the principal's office.

He also just remembered that before going back in time, when he was staring at Hermione's movements on the land deed, Dumbledore also sent a message from the Patronus asking him to go to the principal's office to discuss important matters.

But Dracula was obsessed with stalking the little wizard who loved learning, so he rejected him without thinking.

"How about it, Professor Dracula, have nothing to say now?" Dumbledore looked at Dracula's movements cheerfully, and felt that the anger he had received on Dracula before was returned now.

"Well, I did get a time-turner." Dracula lay on the sofa and said weakly, "But I didn't want to do anything to destroy the time, so don't hang on to it ah."

"It's not a question of hanging on to this matter, Professor Dracula." Dumbledore said dumbfoundedly, "Do you know that items like time converters are extremely dangerous, especially when your body is full of The powerful presence of magic is teleported back in time."

"This is the same as sending a little witch

Does division make any difference? asked Dracula.

"The difference is quite big." Dumbledore said, "You can take out the Time Converter now and have a look, and feel whether the time energy in it is still as abundant as before."

Dracula took out the golden necklace from his pocket and looked at the hourglass placed in the pendant.

I don't know when it started, but the golden sand in the hourglass seems to have lost a lot, and only a little sand is still flowing thinly in the hourglass.

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"This is……"

"That's right, the gravel in the hourglass is the solidified form of time energy." Dumbledore nodded lightly and said, "Originally, the energy poured into this time converter by the Department of Mysteries is enough for a young wizard to use for a whole school year... ..."

"However, your use this time has consumed more than half a year's storage. From now on, Miss Granger may not be able to finish all the lessons for the second half of the year no matter what."

"Ahem... I'm also doing it for her own good." Dracula couldn't help but retort with a cold face, "Didn't you see? Miss Granger has been in a bad state of mind recently because of her lectures. I want to protect her Is it not good to confiscate a time-turner for her health and improve her lecture efficiency?"

"Then how about I tell her that Professor Dracula has used up her time energy, and now I can thank Professor Dracula for his kindness?" Dumbledore said with a smile.

"Forget it, I can't afford to lose that person..." Dracula's face froze for a moment, and then he changed his words: "Well, tell me where the Department of Mysteries of the Ministry of Magic is, and I'll get some time energy to come over by myself." .”

"Don't!" Dumbledore was taken aback and quickly dissuaded.

He was afraid that Dracula would go to the Department of Mysteries and make a big fuss, completely messing up the entire Ministry of Magic.

He knew that Dracula was totally capable of that.

If it was really just a quarrel with the Department of Mysteries, it would be fine to snatch back a part of the time energy abruptly... But Dumbledore was worried about another, bigger possibility, that is, Dracula completely destroyed the time room, Let all the energy of time dissipate.

The time energy in the time room is not much, and it is already very nervous to allocate a part of it to a little wizard every year.If it is destroyed again, the application of the magic world in the field of time may stagnate for hundreds of years.

"Professor Dracula, you still don't need to worry about this matter." Dumbledore rubbed his eyebrows and said to Dracula resignedly, "I will find a way to solve the problem of Miss Granger's time converter..."

"...I will write a letter to the Ministry of Magic, telling them that something is wrong with the time-turner this time, and will not mention your role in it, Professor Dracula." He said, "I hope my old face There is still some face to use."

"Is this really good?" Dracula felt a little sorry for asking Dumbledore to deal with his aftermath. "Or I should go to the Department of Mysteries and talk to them. Don't worry, I will be very friendly."

"...Don't be like this, Professor Dracula, you must not be polite to me." Dumbledore said with some headaches, "I am the headmaster of Hogwarts, this is what I should do, you really don't care It's over."

"Okay...then I will trouble you, Mr. Principal." Dracula nodded with some regret, and handed Dumbledore the time-turner he had cheated from Hermione.

As for whether he has given up on the idea of ​​going to the Department of Mysteries to have "friendly exchanges" with the Silent people, the old headmaster is not sure at all...

Just when the two were thinking about each other, there was a sudden knock on the door outside the principal's office.

"Albus! Albus!" Professor McGonagall's voice came from outside the office door, "Open the door quickly, something has happened!"

Dumbledore's face became serious, and he swung his wand violently, opened the door of the office, and dispelled the one-way soundproof magic that had just been arranged.

"What happened, Minerva?" He looked at the old lady wearing a top hat at the door, and asked in a concentrated voice.

Professor McGonagall is in a hurry

Walking into the principal's office in a hurry, he showed a surprised expression after seeing Dracula on the sofa.

"Professor Dracula is here too? That's even better, I just want to tell you about it." She said hastily, "The Gryffindor common room has been attacked!"

……

Both the principal's office and the Gryffindor common room are on the eighth floor of Hogwarts Castle, so the three professors Dumbledore, Dracula and McGonagall soon came to the door of the Gryffindor common room.

When they arrived, they found many people crowded in the hallway.

"Is anyone hurt?" Dumbledore asked the crowd with concern.

Dracula looked over the heads of many little wizards towards the entrance of the Gryffindor common room, and found that the portrait that used to guard the doorway, the fat lady did not seem to be in the portrait.

"Please let me go," a boy's voice came from the crowd.

The red-haired Percy squeezed through the crowd and walked over. Although his expression was a little flustered, the pride and air of his identity was not hidden at all on his face.

"I'm sorry, please let me go. I'm the chairman of the Boys' Student Union." He said with his head held high. "Let me go. I have to report to the principal and the professors."

"Oh?" Dracula looked at Percy who was striding forward, and said with a half-smile, "I just found out, so you are the president of the boys' student union this year, Weiss."

Percy flinched reflexively when he heard Dracula's voice, and the expression on his face immediately collapsed.

"Ah...it's nothing special, it's better to be cultivated by Professor Dracula." He said with a smile.

Professor McGonagall glanced at him reproachfully, as if complaining that he did not thank his dean for his cultivation.

"Okay, Percy, let's put other things aside first, and tell me what happened here first." She pursed her lips and said.

"The thing is, we just finished eating and wanted to go back to the common room to rest, and then we saw this scene..." Percy pointed to the original entrance of the Gryffindor common room.

There was supposed to be a fat lady guarding the doorway in the portrait.

"Oh, my God——" Professor McGonagall exclaimed, clutching the book in his hand tightly.

The Fat Lady had disappeared from the portrait, which had been vandalized, with small pieces of canvas strewn all over the floor, and large pieces of canvas completely ripped from their frames.

"Did anyone witness the perpetrator of the vandalism?" Dracula asked.

Then he shrugged, "Forget it, judging from your performance, no one should have seen it, otherwise you wouldn't all look so dazed, and you should have spread the word."

Dumbledore took a quick look at the damaged painting.

"Professor McGonagall, please go to Filch immediately and tell him to look for the fat lady on every painting in the castle." He said rationally, "We must find out who is responsible for the destruction as soon as possible!"

Professor McGonagall nodded and quickly trot down the stairs.

The crowd in front of the lounge hadn't dispersed yet, and the little wizards were a little noisy.

They were all guessing who was so insane that they wanted to start painting the portrait of the fat lady who worked hard to open the door for them.

Some people speculated that it was done by the naughty people who like to go out for night outings. The naughty people hated the fat lady's control over them.Fred and George protested strongly against the speculation;

Some people speculate that it was done by young wizards from other houses, most likely the bad guys in Slytherin, they don't want the Gryffindor students to go back to the dormitory to rest, so as to get in shape for the Quidditch match next weekend on the advantage;

Even more outrageous, there is speculation that a prisoner of Azkaban sneaked into the castle and destroyed the portrait of the Fat Lady.This guess got the most objections, because Hogwarts is full of protective magic, no dark wizard can unimpeded here!

"Oh, how lucky you are!"

Just as the little wizards were having different opinions, a hoarse voice sounded.

Dracula looked up and saw a short ghost in brightly colored clothes, a tie, and a top hat with a broad face, big mouth, and round eyes.

The mischievous elf is floating in mid-air, and his slippers have long slits showing dirty toes.

It was Peeves the prankster, jumping over the heads of the crowd as if he was happy--as he always was when he saw devastation and gloom.

"You seem very happy, Peeves?" Dracula asked maliciously, raising the corners of his mouth.

Peeves' smile faded a bit as he thought of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's reputation as a ghost who could even scare off the Bloody Baron.The Bloody Barrow is the only ghost Peeves fears.

So he switched to an oily tone, which sounded better than the hoarse voice.