The Blood Professor at Hogwarts

Hagrid was at least twice the size of a normal person, and far more than four times the weight of a normal person. This kind of behavior was no joke.

Harry nearly collapsed under Hagrid's weight.

Fortunately, his struggling action caught Hagrid's attention, so he was lucky not to be killed by Sirius Black, not killed by dementors, but crushed to death by his big friend .

Hagrid let Harry take him by the arm to carry him back to the cabin, sat down in the chair, and threw himself on the edge of the table, sobbing uncontrollably.

His crying face was full of tears, and the tears also fell on his tangled beard.

"Hagrid, what's the matter with you?" Harry asked in surprise.

He was completely stunned; he had clearly been fine when he had seen Hagrid a few days earlier.

Sobbing, Hagrid shoved an open official letter in front of Harry.

"What is that, Hagrid?"

Harry froze for a moment, picked up the letter and began to read:

"Dear Mr Hagrid: We have further investigated the incident of the hippogriff attacking students in your classroom, and we have accepted Professor Dumbledore's assurance that you are not responsible for this regrettable incident. responsibility."

"Wouldn't that be nice, Hagrid?" Harry asked, patting Hagrid on the shoulder after reading this.

Hagrid was lying prone on the table, so Harry took the opportunity to pat him on the shoulder.

Hagrid, lying on the table, was still sobbing, shaking his huge hands, motioning for Harry to read on.

"However, we must express our concern about the hippogriff in question. We have decided to uphold Mr. Lucius Malfoy's formal complaint and the matter will therefore be referred to the Dangerous Creatures Committee. You and your hippogriff will be required to attend a hearing at the Commission's London offices next January, during which time the hippogriff should be tethered and kept in isolation. "

"Well, it doesn't seem too bad?" Harry murmured after reading the letter, "Hagrid, you said that hippogriffs are proud and disdain to do evil, and Buckbeak is even more so. One of the milder ones. It's just a hearing, it'll be fine..."

"You don't understand those weirdos from the Dangerous Creatures Committee!" Hagrid interrupted Harry with a choked voice, wiping his tears vigorously with his dirty sleeve, "They are like enemies to these interesting magical animals. A little good!"

Suddenly a sound came from a corner of Hagrid's hut, and Harry turned quickly to see Buckbeak, the hippogriff, lying in the corner, chewing something, and making the floor all over the place. Blood flowed.

"They told me to tie Buckbeak up, but I can't tie him up with a rope!" Hagrid choked up. "The hippogriff is free and proud and shouldn't be chained! I Just let him rest in my house for a while."

"However, there are still more than two months until January next year..." Harry said worriedly, "Buckbeak certainly won't want to stay indoors for two months."

"Yes, I know..." Hagrid reached out and took out a large pot of wine from a side cabinet, and took a sip, "So I'm looking for help from others, and I hope someone can help this poor animal. little guy."

Harry turned his head and glanced at the Hippogriff lying on the ground that was also a head taller than himself. He didn't quite agree with the adjective "little guy" in Hagrid's mouth, but when he turned his head and looked at Hagrid's more The bigger ones could only silently nod their heads.

"You can ask Dumbledore for help, he is so powerful, he must have a way?" Harry asked.

"No, I've troubled Dumbledore enough." Hagrid shook his head sadly, "If it weren't for Dumbledore's face, I might not be able to be a professor, and it might even be because of my previous problems. I'm going to be locked up in Azkaban..."

"But those officials from the Ministry of Magic will let me go because of Dumbledore's guarantee, but they won't let go of an animal they look down on at all.

animal.The Hazardous Creatures Committee likes to do this kind of thing to gain a sense of presence, otherwise they have nothing to do all year round! "

Hagrid took another sip of wine into his mouth, and then said: "I also heard that Professor Dracula is very prestigious in the school board. I met him once in the faculty lounge before, but I didn't bother to speak. ..."

Hearing Hagrid's words, Harry's eyes lit up.

"Yes, Professor Dracula is so powerful, he must have a way!" He shouted, "I'll go to Professor Dracula's office and ask him for you!"

With that said, he happily bid farewell to the crying Hagrid, and hurried to the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office on the third floor of Hogwarts Castle.

In fact, Harry just went to Professor Dracula's office a few days ago, and wanted him to teach him the Patronus Charm.

After being rejected, he always wanted to plead again, or learn something on the sidelines, but he couldn't think of a reasonable excuse to go to Professor Dracula again.

In the case of Buckbeak being prosecuted, on the one hand, Harry really wanted to help Hagrid save the Hippogriff that once carried him around Hogwarts; A trip to Professor Dracula's office found the reason.

So he was a little cheered up.

……

"Oh? Hasn't Dumbledore helped Hagrid deal with that?" In the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office, Dracula looked at Harry with raised eyebrows.

"You can't say that, at least Hagrid doesn't have any problems." Harry said anxiously, "But Buckbeak... Buckbeak has been sued, and a hearing will be held after the Christmas holiday. What kind of committee is that right now?" Somebody had to let Hagrid tie him up."

"Is that so?" Dracula frowned.

He remembered that he had asked Dumbledore if he needed help, but the old headmaster said that he could handle it well, so he refused his help.

It now appears that Dumbledore did not want to seek Dracula's help at that time because he wanted to ask Dracula to secretly use the Time Converter.

As the most prestigious wizard in the wizarding world, Dumbledore could easily deal with matters related to Hagrid himself, but there was no suitable way to completely solve the problem of the Hippogriff.

Dracula fully understands what those at the Ministry of Magic and the Commission on Handling Dangerous Creatures think:

We give the strongest and most prestigious wizard a face, and it is enough to let the professor you vouch for, and you have to vouch for even a beast, so where will we put our face?

Therefore, it would be a little troublesome for a great wizard like Dumbledore, who is famous and in the spotlight of everyone, to deal with this kind of thing.After all, he can only act within the rules, and he doesn't want to tear himself apart with those officials.

However, this kind of thing is not troublesome for Dracula. He has many ways to easily save Buckbeak.

"Well, I see, this kind of trivial matter is really easy for me to solve." Dracula chuckled and said casually.

Then, his subject suddenly changed, "But why should I help Hagrid unconditionally? I don't seem to know him very well."

"But, aren't you all professors at Hogwarts? Shouldn't colleagues help each other?" Harry opened his eyes blankly.

"You're a little naive, Potter." Dracula twitched his lips, "If you follow your method, if Professor Snape can help you with this matter, you think he will be willing to help you and Hai grid?"

Harry thought of Snape's ugly face, and his expression froze for a moment.

He could fully imagine that if Snape heard about this, it would be considered a great act of kindness for him not to help the Malfoys deal with Hagrid and Buckbeak, let alone rescue Buckbeak.

Speaking of which, Snape is really strange. He was willing to use all kinds of methods to save Harry from the danger of his life when he was in the first grade, but in fact, the expression on his face has always been an expression of disgust and jealousy.

Harry could sense that the disgust in Snape's eyes was genuine, but it was also genuine not wanting his life to be threatened.

It's incomprehensible, Harry thought.

"Figured out

What is the relationship between colleagues, Potter. Seeing Harry's expression, Dracula saw that he had already figured out the joints, "Of course, it's not that I can't help with this..."

"I always do things according to my preferences. If I'm in a good mood, it's no problem to help you solve this matter."

A look of hope came to Harry's face again.

"Then...professor, how do you feel now?" He asked eagerly.

"Not very good." Dracula first showed a playful smile, then put the smile back in an instant, and put on a straight face.

Harry: "..."

You are obviously in a good mood...

"There is a student who comes to me all day to make up lessons and wants me to work overtime for free. Do you think this will make me feel good?" Dracula seemed to see Harry's thoughts, and said with a straight face.

"It's boring enough to go to class day after day, if it's not because some interesting things happen in this castle from time to time, why the **** stay here..."

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"Professor, how can you feel better?" Harry asked again.

Harry also figured it out at this time, Professor Dracula was simply too lazy to help Hagrid.Even though it was just a matter of touching his hands, he didn't even want to move his hands...

Unless someone can entertain Professor Dracula and get him to move.

"I think you leave my office now, don't continue to harass me here, maybe my mood will be a little better." Dracula said.

Harry's face was full of helplessness.

If he leaves now, don't say that he is not sure whether he really made Professor Dracula feel better... Maybe according to the professor's temperament, he will forget such trivial things in his eyes within a few minutes normal.

"Professor, Hagrid is really helpless..."

Harry wanted to try to understand it with emotion and reason, but when he saw the half-smile expression on Professor Dracula's face, he changed his words silently, "So can you tell me a way? I really want to You feel better."

Dracula casually peeled off a blood-scented lollipop and stuffed it into his mouth, then glanced casually at Harry.

"Why don't you tell me a joke?" He said casually, "If the joke is funny enough, it's okay for me to help you solve the problem directly."

Harry froze for a moment.

"Uh...Professor, are you sure you want to listen to the joke?" He glanced at Dracula cautiously, and asked weakly, "I heard that there used to be a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts who listened to students tell jokes, I died laughing..."

Dracula: "..."

With a "bang", Harry was heavily shut outside the office door.

"You'd better come up with a funny joke, or you'll double your homework after Halloween!"

Dracula's voice came from the office through the closed door.

……

Before you know it, the daytime has passed, and it's time for the Halloween dinner in a blink of an eye.

Harry came to the long table of Gryffindor dejectedly, still blaming himself in his heart.

He shouldn't have complained about the last sentence, and ended up making Professor Dracula unhappy, and the matter of seeking help from the professor for Buckbeak was ruined, and even his own homework had to be doubled...

Ron and Hermione had come to find him not long after he had arrived in the Great Hall.

Their faces have been blown pink by the cold wind outside, and they seem to have had a good time playing for a while, and the conflict between the two of them because of the two pet cats and mice, Crookshanks and Scabbers, seems to have eased Some.

"Harry, you don't look very well." Hermione asked worriedly as she took off the scarf around her neck and put it on the table. "Are you unhappy because you didn't go to Hogsmeade? It's okay." , Ron and I brought you a lot of snacks over there..."

As soon as she finished speaking, a large handful of candies fell on Harry's lap like a rainstorm.

"Look," Luo

Eun said cheerfully, "We brought you so much candy, we can't take any more."

"Thanks," whispered Harry, picking up a small bag of Pepper Boys. "How's Hogsmeade? Where have you been?"

As it turned out, they had gone everywhere.

Honeydukes, Magic Goods, Zocco's Joke Shop, the Three Broomsticks that serve Butterbeer, and many others.

"The post office, Harry! There are about two hundred owls, all sitting on shelves, all color-coded, depending on how fast your letters need to go!"

"Honeydukes has a new fudge they're giving out free samples, here's a little bit, look—"

"Want to bring you some butterbeer, it really warms you up—"