The Blood Professor at Hogwarts

And Dracula was left for last.

He walked slowly to the pothole on the ground, looked at the purple scarf that Quirrell had forgotten to take away, and fell into deep thought.

There is still a small amount of low-quality perfume smelling from this scarf, but it is already very weak, that is to say, it is like a vampire.

Only a sensitive sense of smell can easily detect it.

Dracula hadn't noticed it before, and it didn't happen until now that he didn't seem to have smelled the strong perfume on Quirrell's body for a while.This may also be the reason why the professors did not dislike Quirrell too much today.

If Quirrell still comes to the professor's lounge with the same smell as before, let alone whether Professor McGonagall and Professor Sprout will pity him, I am afraid that the two ladies will take the lead and put Quirrell This walking bioweapon shoved him back to his own office!

Dracula recalled all the abnormal behaviors of Quirrell, and gradually concluded a vague truth.

From the first time he met Quirrell, Quirrell has been using all kinds of strong smells to cover up another smell on his body.

At first it was the smell of garlic, which Dracula hated so much that he ordered Quirrell to get rid of it.

Later, Quirrell changed into the smell of smelly socks and toilets that hadn't been washed for hundreds of years on the troll.The smell of the troll can make people with a normal sense of smell vomit, but Quirrell can carry this smell all day normally, and he is indeed a warrior in this regard.

In the end, Quirrell got rid of the troll's stench as well, leaving only the heavy smell of bad perfume.

Because the smell of perfume was slightly normal, Hogwarts did not say that the professor could not wear perfume, so he was confused by Quirrell, which lasted for more than half a semester.

As Christmas approached, the professors were too busy, and no one cared about the man who sprayed perfume every day.

Dracula continued to recall,

It seemed that just before Harry's first Quidditch match, Quirrell's perfume began to wear off.

Thinking of this, Dracula took out the Hogwarts title deed from his pocket, and looked at a small room that was surrounded by layers of protective spells and could not be monitored by the title deed.

That's Quirrell's office.

"interesting."

The corner of Dracula's mouth hooked slightly, and he stepped up and disappeared in place.

……

In Quirrell's office, the bald man kneeled respectfully, holding a diary in both hands and placing it on the table in front of him.

"I have finally cleared myself of my suspicions, Master!" He said tremblingly and excitedly, "Master, don't worry, I will definitely help you get the Philosopher's Stone!"

A misty black-haired boy quietly emerged above the diary.

He nodded slowly at Quirrell, and a dark smile appeared on his face.

Chapter 32 Snape's Doubts

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"Dong dong dong."

Just as the black-haired young man was laughing happily, there was a sudden knock on the door outside Quirrell's office.

His smile faltered, and then he was taken aback, and immediately turned into a piece of ink, which fell back onto the blank diary like raindrops.

"Dong dong dong." The knock on the door sounded again.

Quirrell hastily stuffed the diary into the drawer and locked it, then carefully unlocked a sound-proof spell, stammering and asking outside the door:

"Who... who is outside?"

"It's me." Dracula's unique mellow voice came from outside the door, "I hit too hard just now, let me see if I can help your scars and make up for you a little bit."

Hearing Dracula's voice, Quirrell was instantly alert.

"It's you who is afraid!" He thought sadly and angrily.

However, Quirrell, who had just cleared his suspicions in front of the professors, had no excuse for not opening the door, so he had to check every corner of the room with trepidation, and opened the door after confirming that there was no unfavorable evidence left behind.

The moment Dracula opened the door, he walked into the office, looking up, down, left, and right at Quirrell's room.

"Why are you opening the door so slowly? Didn't you just do something shameful in the office?" Dracula didn't notice anything unusual in the room, and turned his gaze to Quirrell himself, asking with a half-smile.

"No...no, I just...suddenly have a headache." Quirrell said stumblingly.

"Oh, it's all my fault, I just started too hard." Dracula sighed, and apologized hypocritically to Quirrell, "Mr. Quirrell, you have worked so hard to correct my homework and organize the lesson plans for me. But I yelled at you because of my little doubts, and even stuck your head in the floor."

The corners of Quirrell's eyes twitched unnaturally, but he still smiled and said, "Professor D...Dracula, I know that you are all...for Hogwarts. I have been wronged...it's nothing."

"No! Teacher Qiluo can understand righteousness so deeply, and I can't be the kind of villain who knows his mistakes and doesn't correct them, and doesn't know how to maintain the relationship with colleagues!" Dracula said righteously, "I must think about it. Find a way to completely get rid of the scars on the back of your head that bother you!"

"No...no need, I'm...all right." Quirrell shook his head again and again.

"I can understand that you are rejecting my kindness, Mr. Quirrell?" Dracula smiled gently, but the air in Quirrell's office became colder and colder, and the atmosphere became more and more chilling.

Quirrell was trembling all over, and hurriedly changed the shaking of his head to a nod.

"Then...then thank you Professor Dracula." He said reluctantly.

Dracula smiled faintly, walked behind Quirrell, and the office finally returned to its original temperature.

"May I ask, Mr. Quirrell, how did the three scars on the back of your head form?" Looking at the three ugly and hideous scars, Dracula asked seemingly casually.

There was a big devil who was extremely recognized in his heart standing behind him, and Quirrell felt extremely uncomfortable, and tremblingly recounted the reason he had used before:

"I... I said before, I met a... met a vampire in Romania, you know I got into a fight with... the vicious... vampire left these three... three claws on my head Seal, there is no way to dissipate..."

After listening to Quirrell's explanation, Dracula finally laughed.

He knows the wounds that vampires can leave very well, and he can tell at a glance that the scar on the back of Quirrell's head was definitely not caused by vampires.

Vampires usually don't use the bulky attack method of grabbing the head. Their preferred part is always the place where the shoulders and neck meet, because this is the most convenient position to lower their heads to suck blood.

Obviously, Quirrell lied again, in order to cover another truth that he didn't know what it looked like!

After getting what he wanted to know, Dracula lost interest in the ugly back of Quirrell's head, walked away from Quirrell in disgust, and walked towards the office door.

"De...Professor Dracula, won't you check...check the scar for me?" Quirrell turned around in surprise, and looked at Dracula who had already walked to the door.

"Don't read it." Dracula waved his hand, "I'm sorry

, Teacher Quilo, I really can't do anything about this matter! "

With that said, he left Quirrell's office.

Quirrell: "?"

After observing for less than a minute, he said that he was powerless, should he be more perfunctory?

……

Dracula walked up the marble stairs of the main tower of the castle to the second floor, preparing to return to his office through the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.

However, when he came to the classroom, he found that there was already another person standing silently on the podium waiting for him in the classroom.

The classroom was pitch black, and the figure was wearing a wide black cloak, like a magnified bat.

"Professor Snape, is it such a coincidence?" Dracula raised his eyebrows and greeted the figure on the podium.

Snape scowled, looking at him with deep black eyes.

"Unfortunately, I'm waiting for you."

Snapela took a long tone and said slowly, "Before we start our topic, I would like to ask, where did you go just now, Professor Dracula?"

"Where I go doesn't seem to matter to you, Professor Snape?" Dracula said with a chuckle.

"It doesn't matter if you don't say it, I guess, you must have gone to find Quirrell, right?" Snape said sharply, with the corners of his mouth curled up.

Dracula was really surprised this time.He didn't find anyone following him along the way, and he didn't think Snape could guess what he was going to do with Quirrell.

So he turned his gaze to Snape, at his large hooked nose and crooked teeth, and crossed his arms, beckoning him to continue.

"You and Quirrell are in the same group, right?" Snape sneered, then asked.

Snape's question confused Dracula, and he stared at him with wide eyes in astonishment.

"You don't need to think about the reason for sophistry, I will finish it for you at once." Snape continued, "Don't say that it is a wrong move for a top wizard like you to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts, unless you know that there are A very precious thing."

"Even if this problem is ruled out, you have brought a teaching assistant with you out of the ordinary and asked him to take classes with you. And your teaching assistant has been in and out of many hidden places recently, and even once went to the restricted corridor on the right hand side of the fourth floor. "

"He seems to be very interested in the treasures in that level, and he may break through the level at any time. Do you dare to say that all this is not from your instruction?"

"Maybe." Dracula nodded indifferently, and then asked with interest, "So what do you want?"

Snape gritted his teeth and slowly raised his wand.

Chapter 33 Uncharacteristically

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Dracula crossed his arms and looked playfully at Snape's raised wand.

"You mean to fight me, Professor Snape?" he asked with a chuckle.

Snape ignored him, but solemnly held his wand upright in front of him with one hand, and looked straight at Dracula in front of him.

The standard pose for initiating a duel.

Seeing this, Dracula also put away his playful expression, and there was a hint of reminiscence in his eyes.

"Wizards duel? It's really a long-lost etiquette."

Immediately, he also pulled out his eerie wooden wand in a rare way, and stood it upright in front of his body.

During the bowing part before the duel, Snape was a little perfunctory, just half-bent down, and Dracula lowered his head hastily, and the duel between the Hogwarts professors began.

"Expelliars!"

Snape was the first to throw his wand.

A bright red light illuminated the dark Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, making Dracula's burgundy pupils as bright as blood.

Dracula raised his wand, casually flung the disarming spell aside, and let it blow the tables and chairs beside him to pieces.

The red light fell, and the classroom became dark again.

"Don't try, your strength should be more than that?" Dracula looked at Snape and challenged casually.