The Blood Professor at Hogwarts

This time they are completely spirited!

"Our lesson today will be held on the lawn outside the castle." Dracula said, "Now to save time, everyone jumps out of the window with me. Don't worry, I will catch you outside!"

He was the first to jump out of the window skillfully, and directly stunned the little wizards.

The Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom on the second floor was still too low for Dracula. He didn't even use magic, so he landed lightly on the lawn covered by thick snow.

"You can come down!" Dracula stepped on the soft snow and shouted to the little wizards in the upstairs classroom.

When Fred and George saw Dracula's battle, they immediately felt relieved.The two immediately approached the window, ready to imitate the professor's chic appearance and jump down.

The dark-skinned Lee Jordan was so frightened that he quickly grabbed the hoods of the two school robes and said in a panic:

"Hey, aren't you two afraid of accidents? What if Professor Dracula accidentally catches you?"

"Oh, our little baby Lee Jordan is scared?" Fred teased with a playful smile, "Don't be afraid, cutie, falling directly from the second floor means lying in the school hospital for two days, Pomfrey Madame will heal you!"

Before finishing speaking, Fred jumped over the window.

George looked at Lee Jordan's trembling legs and flustered appearance, and patted him on the shoulder:

"Li, don't worry, Professor Dracula can catch Harry who falls from a height, how could he not catch us who jumped from the second floor?"

Then he let out a strange cry, put his arm around Lee Jordan's shoulders, and dragged him to the window.

At Lee's screams, the two jumped down together.

Chapter 36 Practical lessons

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George and Lee Jordan got entangled and jumped down together.

George laughed strangely excitedly, while Li hung on George's body, screaming in horror.

When they were about to hit the ground, a large bat appeared at their feet, gently caught them, and threw them on the snow.

Fred, who was one step ahead, walked over on the snow and hugged the two of them.

"Exciting, Lee?" he said to Lee Jordan with a teasing laugh.

"It's too dangerous, no, I have to take my time." Lee Jordan panted heavily, leaning against the wall next to him.

Fred and George glanced at Li angrily, and then ignored him, and the two walked to the side arm in arm.

"How is it, George, is it fun?" Fred asked winkingly.

"It's okay, but the second floor is still too low. It might be more interesting to jump down from a tall building." George looked up at the taller tower above the castle, "Say, let's go down from Gryffindor Tower Wouldn't dancing be more fun?"

"You jump as you please, I won't pick you up anyway!"

At this time, Dracula's voice sounded beside him.

After the twins' plot was discovered, they showed no sign of guilt at all. Instead, they leaned over and said to Dracula with a playful smile:

"Professor, why don't you tell us the way to jump from a high place without falling to our death? Then we don't have to trouble you to save us!"

Dracula raised his hand to catch another little wizard who jumped down, and said casually: "I thought you should already know the slowing spell at your age."

"So it's a deceleration spell?" the twins said excitedly, "Then we'll learn it right away, thank you professor!"

Dracula glanced at the two of them, then looked away wordlessly.

Led by the twin pioneers, the third-grade lion cubs and little badgers began to jump down from the window of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom one by one.

The little lions of Gryffindor danced the most. They even crowded around the window, and the people behind pushed the front ones down. When they jumped, a group of people fell in a crooked manner, like dumplings...

Under the control of Dracula, a group of bats can always appear at the feet of the little wizards at the infrequent time, saving them from the suffering of a two-day trip to the school infirmary.

The last one to jump down was Cedric of Hufflepuff. He just stayed in the classroom to organize the order of "window jumping", and urged those who dared not jump to actively face the difficulties and jump down bravely!

Cedric did not use Dracula's bat to land. Instead, he cast a floating spell on the back of his school robe, allowing the buoyancy of the cloak to drag him up, and then lightly landed on the snow.

The twins next to him looked at Cedric's smooth movements and felt very unconvinced.

"Why can he be so handsome when he lands, but we can only step on bats?" Fred said to George, "The professor can clearly choose a better-looking animal, and we can make a quick decision!"

"Hush!" George quickly put his hand to his mouth, and whispered, "Be careful, don't let Professor Dracula catch you talking bad about him. He seems to like bats very much, bats are used for everything..."

Fred quickly shut his mouth.

Fortunately, Dracula's attention was not on the two of them at this time, but snapped his fingers after all the students arrived.

A group of chubby snowman targets emerged from the snow, and they lined up in a neat row, standing face to face with the little wizards.

"The content of our practical class today is to practice the accuracy of casting spells." Dracula faced the students and started his speech in this defense against the dark arts practical class, "What I need to tell you is that the spell hits The importance of the rate."

"Although the behavior of the two Weasleys attacking the teaching staff is not worth advocating, it is worth affirming that the magic spell they used can accurately make the snowball hit the back of Mr. Quirrell's head, which shows that there is no problem with the accuracy of their spell casting. of."

The Weasley twins looked at each other and smiled, the expressions on their faces even more proud.

As batsmen for the Gryffindor Quidditch team, neither of them had the slightest eye or hit rate.

Problem, which is why they were able to get the snowball to hit Quirrell on the head without any mistakes.

"The accuracy of the spell sounds simple, but you will know how difficult it is in actual combat." Dracula looked at the little wizards again, and continued, "Everyone below corresponds to a snowman and stands up with the snowman. Keep a distance of more than five meters."

"When I said the beginning, everyone fired their best spells at the snowman target in front of you. Let me first see how the hit rate of your spells is."

A field of colorful spells flickered non-stop, and the little wizards attacked the snowman in front of them one after another.

The Weasley twins and Cedric immediately shattered the snowman ahead.But other people are not so simple, most of their spells are skewed to one side, and some of them inadvertently hit the students next to them, which brought them a painful blow and turned the boat of friendship over just overturned...

"Do you understand the importance of the hit rate of the spell?" Dracula looked at the students and asked, "For example, in a duel, whoever casts the spell with the highest frequency will win the final victory." .It is to make more spells hit the opponent within a certain period of time, causing effective damage!"

He snapped his fingers again, restoring the snowmen to their original chubby appearance.

"Hold the wand straight and aim well. In the practice of casting spells, the three elements of goal, determination, and calm are all important, and they are indispensable." Dracula said.

"Let's start the next round of spell casting hit rate practice!"

……

On a vast expanse of white snow, the practical class of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class was in full swing.

A long row of snowmen lined up, and each snowman was guaranteed to correspond to the corresponding little wizard, so that they could practice the accuracy of casting spells.

From time to time, a spell of light would light up and hit the snowman, blowing it to pieces.The snowman target will be automatically repaired so that the little wizards can practice their own spells without interruption.

At this time, an uninvited guest came over.

"Good morning, Professor McGonagall." Dracula came to the serious witch and greeted her.

"Professor Dracula, I need an explanation." Professor McGonagall tightly pursed his lips, "If I'm not mistaken, many students just jumped from the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom on the second floor, right? "

"How dare you teach students like this?"

Chapter 37 Draco Malfoy

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"Professor Dracula, Minerva is very dissatisfied with you now."

In the principal's office, Dumbledore looked helplessly at the silver-haired man in front of him.

"I remember I was reminded at the beginning of school to pay attention to the image of the professor and not to jump out of the window." He said, "But why did you bring the little wizard to jump together this time?"

Dracula, on the other hand, was lying on the soft sofa nonchalantly, with a blood-scented lollipop in his mouth, and stroking the feathers of Phoenix Fawkes with his hands.

"So, Professor McGonagall wants to expel me?" He glanced at Dumbledore and asked casually.

"Expulsion is not enough, and it will be very difficult for us to recruit another Defense Against the Dark Arts professor." Dumbledore shook his head, "But if there is still no punishment this time, I can't justify Minerva... "

"Then punish, I have no objection." Dracula said very considerately.

Dumbledore seemed relieved, and took the employee processing notice out of the drawer.

At this moment, Dracula spoke again:

"Then let's settle the rent for Hogwarts Castle. Excluding the Forbidden Forest and the Black Lake, the castle and supporting facilities alone will occupy thousands of acres of land. For the sake of being a colleague for a few months I will give you a preferential price, Chenghui 100 million galleons a year."

He held out a hand to Dumbledore.

The old headmaster's expression froze.He silently stuffed the processing notice back into the drawer, and then handed over a package with the Honeydukes logo.

"Ahem, Professor Dracula, I think there is still room for negotiation with Professor McGonagall." He changed a serious expression and said to Dracula, "This is a custom-made product that I have customized based on my status as a senior customer for decades. The blood bonbon, vampires should like it."

"You can have a good taste here, and I will discuss it with Professor McGonagall."

Looking at Dumbledore who hurriedly left the principal's office, Dracula chuckled softly.

He comfortably opened the packaging bag of blood liqueur chocolate, and threw a piece of blood red chocolate into his mouth.

……

Before you know it, the Christmas holidays are upon us.

Professor McGonagall has compiled a Christmas detention list.At a certain dinner party before the holiday, she took the parchment with the list on it and checked the registered little wizards one by one near the long table in Gryffindor to see if they were confirmed to stay in school.

Dracula happened to pass by and took a look with interest.

Seeing Dracula's figure, Professor McGonagall's face became a little unnatural.

Since Dumbledore talked with her, Professor McGonagall has never cared about Dracula's "unique" teaching method, nor has he mentioned anything about punishment.Her attitude towards Dracula has also changed drastically, and she no longer seems to regard him as just an ordinary professor.

According to Dracula's judgment, Dumbledore should have told his true identity to the conscientious vice-principal lady.And this impartial and selfless vice-principal couldn't bear the pressure after all, and chose a compromise between the annual rent of 100 million Galleons and turning a blind eye to the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

After all, the annual rent of 100 million Galleons is not something everyone can afford.

What's more, compared with many previous Defense Against the Dark Arts professors, Dracula can only say that the teaching method is somewhat unique, and there is really nothing to be picky about in terms of ability.

"Fred Weasley, George Weasley? Are you two sure you want to stay in school?" Professor McGonagall forced himself to ignore Dracula who was watching, and asked the two red-haired twins.

"Yes, Professor!" Fred replied, "This holiday our parents are going to Romania to visit our second brother Charlie, and they abandoned us!"

"That's right, the abandoned George and Fred can only beg Hogwarts to take them in." George said pitifully.

Professor McGonagall's stern expression almost didn't hold back. He gave the two of them a hard look, then turned around and continued to check the information of other people.

Just after Professor McGonagall left, Dracula came over.

"Are your parents going to Romania?" he asked.