The Blood Professor at Hogwarts

However, Harry's use of the Patronus Charm is only limited to situations where he is not under the influence of the Dementors.

Whenever the dementor let go of his breath for a moment, Harry would immediately feel faint, and the voice that had appeared in his ears many times appeared in his mind——

Evil laughter, women's begging, babies' cries... Later, these sounds slowly pieced together into pictures, which made him gradually realize that these were all real things that happened to him when he was a child.

It was the real situation when Voldemort killed his family!

"The extent to which a dementor is affected is mainly determined by a person's past memories." Dracula put down his wine glass and looked at Harry, and the crisp sound of the wine glass colliding with the table interrupted Harry's thoughts.

"Most of your other classmates haven't experienced the misfortune you have encountered, so they can't appreciate your despair when you face the dementor." Dracula said, "If you are because of Draco Malfoy's ridicule I just want to prove myself in front of him, then I think it's a completely unnecessary thing."

The fact that Harry would be stunned by dementors has been used as a joke by his arch-enemy Malfoy, and spread widely in Slytherin House. Everyone knows that this matter makes Harry very distressed.

"No, it's not because of that, Professor." Harry said, shaking his head, "It's just that... after Halloween, the Gryffindor Quidditch team will start their next game. I don't want to let the team because of me Lost the game for a reason.”

"But I heard that your broomstick has been broken." Dracula glanced at him and said casually.

"I can also use the broom of the sweeping series, and I can definitely win Malfoy's light wheel 2001 with the sweeping seven stars!" Harry said loudly.

"Is it really because the opponent is Malfoy?" Dracula chuckled, "If it's because you're worried about dementors coming to the Quidditch pitch again, then you can go back now...

"

"Dumbledore and the Ministry of Magic have reached an agreement that dementors will be kept out of the school. They will no longer enter the Quidditch pitch."

"Is that so..." Harry stared blankly at Dracula with blank eyes.

"What's the matter, shouldn't you be happy to hear the news?" Dracula raised the corners of his mouth, watching with interest Harry's expression of trying to tilt his mouth upwards, but he couldn't smile at all.

"But..." Harry hesitated for a moment, then changed his words, "But I still want to learn the Patronus Charm, I don't want to be powerless when facing them."

"This is a gradual process, you don't need to be too impatient." Dracula said, "Honestly follow the progress of the grade, with your talent, at least you can use the simplified version of the Patronus Charm proficiently before the end of this school year .”

"But, we'll go to Hogsmeade the day before Halloween, and if we meet a dementor..."

"I don't think you can go to Hogsmeade." Harry was interrupted by Dracula before he finished speaking, "Professor McGonagall told me that you can't go to Hogsmeade without your parents' signature." Maud play."

Hogsmeade is the only village in the UK where all the residents are wizards. It is located on the west side of Hogwarts Castle. Students above the third grade can go there on weekends, but only if they have parents or other guardians. license.

Harry had no hope of getting Uncle Vernon's signature, not to mention that he blew up his aunt into a balloon during the summer vacation, and had a big conflict with his uncle's family, so he had to run away from home in the end.

Therefore, he became the only little wizard in the third year who could not go to Hogsmeade to play.

At the mention of Hogsmeade, Harry's face immediately became disappointed.

Immediately, his eyes lit up, and he looked up at Dracula.

"Professor, um... I want to ask, can you sign the Hogsmeade application for me?" Harry asked.

"I can't sign for you." Dracula refused him without hesitation.

Looking at Harry's suddenly darkened eyes, he explained, "Don't you understand, Potter? It's not the reason why you can't go to Hogsmeade that you didn't sign."

"Hogsmeade is an open village after all. Anyone, including all kinds of dark wizards, can come and go at will. The Ministry of Magic and the professors are worried that Sirius Black will ambush you there."

Harry's eyes widened after hearing Dracula's explanation.

"Understood? If I sign for you, there is no need to say anything else, Professor McGonagall doesn't know how to blame me!" Dracula said.

"So, you don't have to worry about encountering dementors outside the school, the professors will never let you leave the school."

……

Harry left the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office in frustration.

He didn't know why he wanted to learn the Patronus Charm so much, and even found various excuses to let Professor Dracula tutor him alone.

After being rejected by Professor Dracula, Harry even went to find Assistant Professor Riddle who had a good relationship with him.

But what Harry didn't expect was that Assistant Riddle, who was almost omnipotent in all aspects of Defense Against the Dark Arts, actually told him that he didn't know the Patronus Charm!

A few more Defense Against the Dark Arts classes passed, and Harry still didn't make much progress. Every time he felt the negative aura from the dementor, he would immediately fall into a coma, even faster than the previous coma Some.

In the end, Harry himself couldn't tell whether he wanted to learn the Patronus Charm to fight the dementors, or he was addicted to the voices that the dementors drew from the depths of his memory and couldn't extricate himself.

Hearing his parents' dying voices in his head was scary, but it was the only way Harry could hear them.

However, if he had to spend half his mind listening to his parents' voices, he would never be able to conjure a real Patronus...

"They're dead," he told himself sternly, "they're dead, and hearing their echoes won't bring them back."

But when the next class began, Harry would still subconsciously cater to the dark aura of the dementors and let himself sink into the dark vortex.

……

before halloween

One day, little wizards in the third grade were allowed to visit Hogsmeade for the first time.

In the morning, Harry woke up with everyone and went downstairs to have breakfast.

He was in a bad mood, but on the surface he tried to look as normal as possible.

"We'll bring you lots of sweets from Honeydukes," said Hermione.

She was keenly aware of the sadness in Harry's heart, so she tried her best to comfort him.

"Yeah, I will bring a lot." Ron also said.

However, the two little wizards who comforted Harry together did not have a tacit understanding, and the two were still arguing before breakfast——

Hermione's half-breed cat, Crookshanks, has recently been keeping a close eye on Ron's pet mouse, Scabbers. From time to time, he wants to sneak into the Gryffindor boys' dormitory and snatch Scabbers away from Ron's bed .

Ron thinks that Hermione doesn't care about him for keeping cats, while Hermione thinks it's normal to keep cats, and it's natural for cats to eat mice.

Because of this incident, two people would have a big quarrel from time to time.

"Don't worry about me." Sandwiched between the two, Harry said perfunctorily, "I'll see you at the Halloween dinner, I hope you have a good time."

He hoped that he said it casually, but he was really not good at acting, and the sadness on his face was about to overflow.

Harry accompanied two friends to the front hall of the castle.

Filch, the castle warden, stood in front of the gate, checking each student with a long list, looking suspiciously at everyone's face, wary of anyone who shouldn't go slipping out.

"Stayed, Potter?" Malfoy yelled.He stood with Crabbe and Goyle in the line for Hogsmeade.

"I see, you are afraid of encountering a dementor!" He laughed jokingly, "It's a pity that I couldn't see the scene of the famous Harry Potter fainting on the ground."

Harry ignored him and walked up the marble stairs alone, through the unmoved corridor, back to Gryffindor Tower.

"Speak your password, Cub!" cried Ser Cadogan, brandishing his knight's sword.

"Chivalry," said Harry listlessly.

"That's the password from yesterday." Sir Cadogan pointed his big sword at Harry meanly, "I see, you are a traitor to Gryffindor, look at your sword, bastard!"

"Oh, show your teeth and claws." Harry just remembered that Sir Cadogan is a doorman who can change his password several times a day, and replied a little impatiently.

"Ah, congratulations, you got the answer right!" Sir Cadogan opened the portrait and gave way to the doorway into the Gryffindor common room. "Would you like to have a duel with me before you leave?"

"No thanks." Harry declined, and crawled in through the hole.

The common room was full of first and second year students, all talking and laughing, and a few older students had obviously been to Hogsmeade many times and had no new feelings for it.

"Harry! Harry! Hello, Harry!" Colin Creevey, a second-year student, admired Harry very much. He never missed the opportunity to talk to Harry. "You didn't go to Hogsmoor?" Huh, Harry? Why don't you go? Hey-"

Colin looked eagerly around his classmates, and finally saw an empty seat, "Come and sit with us if you want, okay?"

"Oh no, thanks, Colin," said Harry.

He didn't want a bunch of people staring at the scar on his forehead.

"Well... I have to go to the library, I have to go there to finish my homework," he said perfunctorily.

After he finished speaking, he regretted it, because he couldn't lie in front of the junior students, and couldn't bear to let Colin know that he was perfunctory him.

So Harry had no choice but to turn back and slip through the doorway behind the portrait again.

"Oh, have you changed your mind to a duel with me again?" Sir Cadogan called after him.

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Harry ignored him and walked listlessly towards the library, but changed his mind halfway.

meaning:

On days like this, he doesn't want to be serious.

Harry turned around, wanting to leave the castle and walk around to Hagrid, but he met Filch head-on.

The castle warden had apparently just seen off the last group of people for Hogsmeade.

"What are you sneaking around about?" Filch asked suspiciously.

"Nothing." Harry said honestly.

"Nothing?" Filch pointed at him, his jaw quivering uncomfortably. "It sounds like it's true! You're sneaking around here by yourself, you must be observing the terrain." !"

"Those nasty friends of yours must be buying stinkbombs and burp powder in Hogsmeade right now, and buzzerbugs too! When they get back, you bring them here and ruin the fruits of my hard work... ..."

The more Filch spoke, the angrier he became, his whole body trembled along with his jaw.

"Well, the method you said is indeed a good idea." Harry shrugged.

"Oh, Merlin's beard, I knew it!" screamed Filch.

Harry ignored him, however, and left the castle straight for Hagrid's hut on the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

"Hagrid!" Standing in front of the shed door, Harry slammed on the door, "Hagrid, are you in the house?"

There was the sound of heavy footsteps behind the door, and then the door creaked open.

Harry was surprised to see Hagrid standing there, his eyes red and swollen, tears streaming down the front of his leather vest.

Chapter 210 Three Tell a Joke

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"Harry, here you come!" he yelled, and flung himself on top of Harry, wrapping his gnarled arms around Harry's neck.