The Blood Professor at Hogwarts

"Do you dare to bet?" George was not angry at all, but said with a playful smile.

In their view, those purebloods of Slytherin are their customers, and they will lose all the money to themselves sooner or later, so of course they will not be unhappy with the slight offense of customers.

"What?" Malfoy froze for a moment.

"I said, do you dare to bet?" George repeated, "I will offer five Galleons to bet that Harry can become a Hogwarts warrior!"

"Wait, don't be impulsive, George!" Harry himself was stunned, and hurriedly grabbed George beside him, "Fred, persuade him quickly! There's no need to waste your money just to vent my anger. Five Galleons to open the shop."

Fred, however, was unmoved, and instead blinked at Harry.

"I bet!" Malfoy suddenly took out a handful of Galleons from his pocket and handed it over, fearing that George would repent, "It's such a good thing, it's better to have more!"

In the past few school years, he lost a lot of Gallon to Weiss' twins, and he always felt very humiliated.

Now that he sees this kind of business that is sure to make money without losing money, he is going to get back all the face he lost before!

After Malfoy left, Harry gave the twins a worried look.

"Why do you want to bet on me becoming a Hogwarts warrior? I'm not even old enough to sign up." He said helplessly.

"It's okay, we've already got the aging agent." Fred blinked at Harry, "When the time comes, you can fool that fair referee by drinking a few more sips."

"You are the savior of the British magic world. If you are not a warrior, who would be a warrior!"

Chapter 240 The Arrival of Beauxbaton School of Magic

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In the next few days, the entire Hogwarts seemed to be preparing for the arrival of the Four-wizard Tournament.

The castle is undergoing a thorough cleaning.

Because this ancient castle has a history of thousands of years, many places that are usually not noticed are actually full of dust and stains.

In addition, the person in charge of cleaning these years is just a squib, without the convenience of cleaning magic, so the hygiene standard of the castle has actually dropped a lot without knowing it.

Usually, professors and students are very used to these dirty appearances, and the euphemistic name is that it retains the original taste of the castle that has accumulated a few thousand years of history, making the castle look thicker and ancient...

But when the castle needed to welcome guests, Professor McGonagall, as the vice-principal, suddenly realized that Hogwarts could not entertain guests from other wizarding schools with such a dusty appearance.

It would appear that they didn't pay enough attention to such a grand event, and it would make Hogwarts lose face.

So all the faculty and staff mobilized together and used magic to help Argus Filch, the keykeeper of the castle, clean the castle inside and out.

Among them, Dracula's title deed came in handy, successfully using this kind of all-round "monitoring" to discover many dirty corners that hadn't been taken care of, and even Dracula himself urged the castle itself Magic, spread the cleansing spell in all directions.

Filch was out of work, so he fixed his eyes on the portrait hanging on the wall.

In fact, some portraits are also covered with dust and even covered by smudges, but these paintings themselves are drawn with magic, and it is not suitable to clean them directly with a cleaning spell to prevent the original magic from being damaged or disturbed.

Filch, the conscientious janitor, finally found a job. With a rag, he cleaned up several dirty portraits, and even the faces of the characters in the paintings became a little whiter and tenderer.

The characters who get scrubbed are very unhappy about this.They sat huddled in the picture frame, muttering sullenly, and grinning in pain every time they touched the newly exposed pink tender flesh on their faces.

The armor that was often placed on both sides of the corridor also became shiny, and it no longer creaked as before when moving the body.

"How many times have I told you to wipe the soles of your shoes before entering the castle!"

From the gate of the castle, Filch's roar was heard from time to time.

His ferocious and irritable appearance frightened many little wizards in the first and second grades to dare not go for a walk by the Black Lake, because they were afraid that the soles of their shoes would get muddy by the lake.

Not only in terms of hygiene, the professors are also extremely nervous in other aspects.

"Longbottom, please do me a favor, don't show your secrets in front of Durmstrang's people, and let them see that you don't even have a simple conversion spell!" Professor McGonagall snarled when the class was about to end. road.

In that lesson, Professor McGonagall reviewed the conversion spell, which is a spell that converts the properties of two objects, and is one of the branches of Transfiguration.

However, Neville got nervous and made the wrong target of the spell, and accidentally grafted his ear to a cactus, and his ear turned into a green plant with thorns, which looked extremely weird.

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Professor Flitwick was also anxiously standing on top of the desk, because Harry and his fellow fourth-year wizards couldn't even learn the very basic Flying Charm, and often threw the cushions used for casting spells to the side. classmates, and then interfered with the spellcasting of the surrounding people, triggering a series of chain reactions...

In contrast, Dracula is much more relaxed.

"Speaking of which, Durmstrang will teach students to use black magic, will you be afraid?"

On the podium of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, Dracula looked at the students in the audience teasingly.

"Not afraid!" The students in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class replied confidently.

No matter how well they perform in other subjects, whether they study hard or finish their homework seriously... But at least one thing is certain, that is, all students at Hogwarts have experienced morality.

Gura's devil training!

After going through this kind of training, even if the students' written results in Defense Against the Dark Arts are not good enough, at least their actual combat ability will definitely not lose to the average peers.

It was precisely because of this that the little wizards didn't think that those Durmstrang students who had learned some black magic fur could pose much threat to them.

After all, no one knows the Dark Arts better than their Defense Against the Dark Arts professor!

"Very good, it seems that you have lived up to the special training I gave you." Dracula hooked the corners of his mouth, and the emotion in his eyes gradually became full of interest.

"However, in case of contingencies, I think I need to give you some further training in these two days-I will use black magic on you continuously, and you need to be familiar with various types of black magic. Magic responded in time!"

The expressions of the little wizards who were originally full of confidence froze suddenly, and their faces were occupied by helplessness in an instant.

In the previous devil training, it was enough to be cursed by Professor Dracula casually. Now that they are replaced by black magic, wouldn't they be beaten to death?

……

Finally, the time came to October [-]th, the day before Halloween.

That morning, when the little wizards went downstairs for breakfast, they found that the auditorium had been decorated overnight——

On the clean, white walls hung huge silk banners, each representing a Hogwarts house: Gryffindor on red with a golden lion, Raven on blue with a bronze eagle Crowe, the one with the yellow background and a black badger is Hufflepuff, and the one with green background and a silver boa constrictor is Slytherin.

Behind the teacher's desk hangs the largest banner with the Hogwarts coat of arms: lion, eagle, badger, snake joined together, surrounded by a huge letter "H".

On this day, it seems that there is a mood of anticipation and joy in the air.

In class, no one was in the mood to pay attention to the lecture... Maybe except for Hermione, most of the young wizards were thinking that Beauxbatons, Durmstrang and Inflawmorny were coming tonight.

Even Potions class was less unbearable than usual in Harry's view, as it ended half an hour earlier.

When the bell rang early, under Snape's sullen face, Harry, Ron, and Hermione flew out of the classroom and hurried to Gryffindor Tower.

According to the instructions in the bulletin, they put down their schoolbags and textbooks, put on their school uniforms and cloaks, and rushed down the stairs in three steps at a time, to the entrance courtyard in front of the auditorium.

The deans of each college stood at the forefront, ordering their students to form a neat line.

"Here, Wes, put your hat on," Professor McGonagall said sternly to Ron and Harry. "Potter, get your hair in order so it doesn't get tangled."

Harry hurriedly pushed down his hair with his hands, but it had no effect at all.

"Everyone, follow me," Professor McGonagall ignored the continued supervision of the image management of the little wizards, and took the lead to walk towards the oak gate on the side of the entrance courtyard. "The first-year students are in front...don't be crowded..."

They filed through the oak gates, walked down the same steps that everyone had walked in the first-year reports, and stood in line in front of the castle.

It was a cold, crisp evening, night was slowly falling, and a white, translucent moon had already hung over the Forbidden Forest.

"It's almost six o'clock," said Ron, looking at his watch and looking at the driveway leading to the front door. "How do you think they'll come? Are they going to take the Hogwarts Express like us?"

"I've never heard that the Hogwarts Express train can go to other countries." Hermione said, "and the boat on the lake here obviously can't hold three people from the school. If they come from Hogwarts From Maud Station, we should go to the north gate to meet him."

"How come then? On a broomstick?" Harry speculated, looking up at the starry sky.

"I don't think so..." Hermione continued to retort, "Coming from such a distance, they may all go home with a cold before they reach Hogwarts."

"Maybe it's a portkey? That's what we used to watch the Quidditch World Cup." Ron continued to speculate.

, "Or they could Apparate—perhaps in their country, people under the age of 17 are also allowed to Apparate?"

"You can't Apparate within the confines of Hogwarts, how many times do I have to tell you?" Hermione said impatiently.

Several people guessed and guessed, and they couldn't imagine how teachers and students from other magic schools would come here as guests.

The moment the moon emerged from the distant mountains, Dumbledore's voice sounded.

"Ah! If I'm not mistaken, the representative of Beauxbatons has arrived!"

"Where?" many students asked eagerly, looking in different directions.

"Look, it's in the sky!" cried a sharp-sighted student, pointing his finger above the Forbidden Forest.

A colossal creature was swiftly flying across the dark blue sky, covered with starlight, and flew towards Hogwarts Castle, gradually getting bigger and bigger.

… As the black behemoth flitted over the treetops of the Forbidden Forest and was illuminated by the lights from the castle windows, a huge powder-blue carriage loomed in front of the little wizards.

The carriage was as big as a house, and it was drawn into the air by twelve fine winged horses.These flying horses were all silver-maned horses, each about the size of an elephant.

The carriage was getting closer and closer, and under the horrified eyes of the little wizards in the front row, it landed at an incomparably fast speed, almost hitting the heads of the students in the first three rows—with an earth-shattering bang, those horseshoes fell heavily On the ground, each one is as big as a vegetable plate.

In the blink of an eye, the carriage also landed on the ground, and the huge wheels kept vibrating.The golden Pegasus retracted its wings at the same time, proudly raising their huge heads.

Standing in the middle of the Hogwarts faculty and staff, Hagrid stared straight ahead. He had never seen such a fine-looking Pegasus, and it was even big enough for a big guy like him to ride it for a walk.

Hagrid secretly made up his mind that when the time comes, he must establish a good relationship with the person in charge of Beauxbatons, and see if he can bring back a pair of horses, even better.

The door of the carriage was opened, and the little wizards of Hogwarts could take this opportunity to see that there was a coat of arms printed on the door of Beauxbaton's carriage, the coat of arms was a pattern composed of two golden crossed wands, There are three stars above each wand.

A boy in a light blue robe jumped out of the carriage first, bent down under the puzzled eyes of everyone, and groped for a while on the floor of the carriage.

The next moment, a golden spiral staircase extended from the bottom of the door like flowing water, stretching all the way to the ground, giving the people in the carriage the opportunity to gracefully walk down from the door at the height of a floor.

As expected by everyone in Hogwarts, the person who stepped out of the carriage door was indeed elegant enough, and a shiny black high-heeled shoe protruded from the carriage...

Yet the shoe was as big as a child's sled!

Immediately behind the high-heeled shoes appeared a woman whose size was unlike anything any of the little wizards present, or even the professors, had ever seen in their lives.Perhaps only Hagrid in the entire wizarding world can compare her physique with hers.

Of course, compared to Hagrid's slovenly appearance and bulging belly, as well as messy hair and beard, when this big woman who stepped down from Beauxbaton's carriage approached, under the lights of Hogwarts, It was found that she had a very handsome olive cheek.

Her hair was pulled back in a shiny bun at the base of her neck.She was wrapped from head to toe in black satin, and at her neck and thick fingers gleamed with many rich opals.

It's clear that despite her size, she's still a dainty lady.

Harry subconsciously looked at Hagrid, wanting to make some comparisons between the two, but found that Hagrid was staring at the big lady with a silly smile on his face, and he looked like an idiot appearance.