The Blood Professor at Hogwarts

Harry looked up at the big clock, so panicked that he was about to faint.

Five seconds... four seconds...

He gritted his teeth, took a few steps back, and hit the wall with a "bang".

"Aw—" he held his head and cried out in pain.

"It's over," Ron said blankly when he saw the second hand passed "Twelve", "The train is leaving, what if Mom and Dad can't come to pick us up?"

But at this moment Harry had a big bump on his head and didn't hear what Ron said at all.

"It turns out that the child has a brain problem." The woman from the Animal Protection Association just now looked at Harry's movement of hitting the wall, and shook her head regretfully, "It's a pity, there is a brain problem at a young age."

The guards beside him also sighed and shook their heads, motioning for one of them to go to the station's medical staff to come and see him.

"Harry, is this your diary?" At this moment, Ron suddenly pointed to the floor next to Harry and asked, "Did it fall out of your box?"

Harry looked in the direction of Ron's finger in surprise, and saw that Tom's blank diary had been opened at some point, and there was a faint line of writing on it.

"Tom?" Harry quickly turned sideways, blocking Ron's view.

I saw a line written in the diary——

"Harry, if you feel distressed, I think I can help you get back to Hogwarts."

Harry's expression went from worried to ecstatic, but he didn't have a quill in his hand at the moment, so he couldn't ask Tom what he could do.

The diary also seemed to understand Harry's current situation, and before he could ask, he said his own way——

"Harry, I have a recipe for making a Portkey. If you want, I can help you make a Portkey to Hogwarts."

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The sudden muffled sound surprised the professors.

"Has Hogwarts been attacked? Have Death Eaters attacked?!" Compared to the astonishment of the professors, the little wizards in the audience were shocked.

Soon, the entire auditorium was in chaos.

Professor McGonagall, who was holding a brand new sorting hat in his hand, sank and shouted:

"quiet--"

The auditorium gradually became quiet.The freshmen stood on one side of the auditorium in fear and anxiety, not knowing what was going on.

"There is no problem with Hogwarts Castle right now, so you don't need to panic. The sorting ceremony is going on normally." Professor McGonagall spoke to calm the emotions of the little wizards, and at the same time turned around and gave Dumbledore a wink.

Dumbledore smiled knowingly, turned to look at Snape, and said to him, "Severus, may I trouble you to see what's going on outside?"

Snape nodded, and when he was about to stand up, Dracula stood up before him.

"I'll go." Dracula said happily, "It's not interesting to watch the sorting ceremony for the second time. Maybe you can find some other fun when you go out to see the situation."

Before Dumbledore could react, he drank the wine in the goblet, straightened his robes, and jumped off the platform of the professor's seat.

"I'm with you." Snape also followed closely, stepped off the professor's seat, and walked to the door of the auditorium together with Dracula.

Dracula glanced at Snape, noticing that his eyes had been focused on the Gryffindor table, scanning back and forth.

"Professor Snape seems to be very concerned about Gryffindor?" Dracula asked with a chuckle.

"No." Snape said, looking away silently, gritting his teeth as if he was speaking between his teeth, "I just have some opinions on the house that snatched the Slytherin House Cup."

Dracula looked with great interest at the place where Snape's gaze had stayed the longest before — that was Hermione Granger with a flustered and anxious expression, and the two places beside her were empty.

Immediately, he thought of the abnormal behavior of Fred and George, and a gleam of clarity appeared in his eyes.

"Have Harry Potter and Ronald Weiss come yet?" Dracula couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth thoughtfully, "Things seem to be getting more interesting."

He quickened his pace, passed Snape as if flying close to the ground, and flew towards the direction where the muffled sound came from before.

Seeing Dracula, who was so fast and didn't wait for him to take a step, the corner of Snape's mouth twitched, and he couldn't help speeding up his pace.

His broad cloak swung behind him like a giant bat.

……

Dracula saw a dancing willow tree in the distance.

It was a Whomping Willow that had been planted at Hogwarts for decades.

At this time, the Whomping Willow kept waving its thick or slender branches, rounding the branches and pulling them towards a dilapidated car full of holes——

Countless twigs as thick as finger knuckles slammed violently like hailstones on the front window of the car, shaking the windshield. A twig as thick as a battering ram was frantically pounding on the roof of the car. A few dexterous willow leaves stuck into the broken window of the car, trying to beat the two little wizards sitting inside.

"This tree hits people so hard, let's run!" Ron in the car shouted, pushing the door with all his strength.

But just then, a branch came in through the shattered car window at a tricky angle, and gave him a vicious uppercut that knocked him over Harry's lap.

Ron was stunned, and stared blankly at the roof of the car gradually collapsing under the attack of thick branches like a battering ram.

"We're done!" he moaned, looking at the roof.

At the critical moment, the underside of the old Ford suddenly vibrated—the engine restarted.

"Quick, reverse the car!" Seeing this, Harry shouted with hope rekindled in his heart.

The car "whoosh" backed up.

The tree wanted to continue beating them, and desperately pulled its branches towards the fleeing car.It bent over so hard that the longest branches could reach the old Ford, it almost tore the trunk apart, and the tree

The roots are also crunching.

"Merlin, that's awesome!" After leaving the range of the Whomping Willow, Ron panted and said while lying on Harry's lap, "Good job, car."

But the old Ford seemed to be at its limit with Harry and Ron in it.With two sounds of "Peng Peng", the door suddenly popped open.

Then, the seat also tilted sideways, "kicking" Harry and Ron out, leaving them on the wet ground.

After the other two heavy bangs fell, the luggage of the two followed suit and were thrown out of the trunk by the car.

What is quite humane is that Hedwig's cage was not thrown directly on the ground, but was thrown into the air—driven by inertia, the cage door was opened, and Hedwig flew out.

It screamed angrily, and flew towards the castle without looking back.

With all this done, the old Ford, battered and pitted, with a roof nearly sunken into the seats, steamed and rumbled into the darkness, with only the taillights angrily glowing with.

"No, you can't go!" Ron opened his eyes wide, hurriedly waved the broken wand that he had just broken in a car accident, and shouted loudly from behind, "Come back soon! Dad will kill me if he loses the car!"

After Ron's words fell, the car really didn't move.

The light of the taillight gradually became larger and brighter, and its position gradually approached Ron's side.

"Yes, yes, that's it, come back to me." Ron said with a sigh of relief, satisfied.

"Ron, there seems to be something wrong with the car." Harry said next to Ron, carrying his suitcase in embarrassment.

I saw the old Ford car suspended in the air, the tail lights were still flashing angrily, the wheels were spinning rapidly, the invisible booster was blowing the soft grass behind, and Harry and Ron's hair was blowing in the wind swaying incessantly.

"It seems...struggling?" Ron looked at the performance of the car and said uncertainly.

"It should be right." Harry nodded, "Can't it disobey the master's order and only follow your orders and come back?"

"Stop kidding, Harry," said Ron, "my dad owns the car."

Even though the car was struggling hard, it still stopped in front of Harry and Ron who were stunned.

As if realizing that he couldn’t get free, the old Ford simply gave up struggling, turned off the ignition and lights, and fell to the ground as if resigned to his fate. The shaking doors, trunk and hood made a "bang" sound.

"Inbreasting—"

Harry and Ron were startled by a voice suddenly behind them.

Harry turned his head stiffly, looked at the figure standing in the darkness, almost blending into the night, and saw a pair of eyes shining with wine red light.

Seeing those eyes, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Professor Dracula, you are going to scare us to death..."

Dracula ignored them, just looked at the bruised old Ford car with interest, his eyes were bright.

"Is this Mr. Weasley's modified car?" he asked Ron.

"Ah...that's right!" Ron was stunned for a moment, and then replied nervously, "It...is there something wrong with it?"

"No problem, it's fine now." Dracula laughed.

Harry and Ron glanced at the battered and devastated old Ford, and then at Dracula's expression of interest, with a look of "I don't read much, so don't lie to me".

"Really, I didn't lie to you. The condition of this car has never been better." Dracula stepped forward and patted the hood of the old Ford, and there was a sound of clanging and falling parts in the car.

Harry and Ron looked at each other, feeling that Professor Dracula's idea was really...unusual.

"It's amazing. Such a simple magical transformation of a car can produce a faint consciousness by accident." Dracula was still looking back and forth at the old Ford car.

"Do you feel dissatisfied that I brought you back?" he asked old Ford.

"Professor is not the brain

Having some problems? "Ron secretly looked at Harry and asked in a very small voice.

Harry nodded in agreement, with a worried look on his face, "It's over, even a wizard as powerful as Professor Dracula has a brain problem, this world is too scary."

However, when the two were talking in low voices, the old Ford's headlights suddenly turned on, as if responding to Dracula's question.

"Don't worry, I won't do anything to you." Dracula chuckled, "Such a rare intelligent body... Well, even if there is only a little instinctive reaction, it is not easy."

He reached out from the hood, stroked the roof, windows, trunk of the old Ford...

Whenever he touches a part of the vehicle, the dented, scratched, and tattered shell of that position will be repaired automatically. Gradually, the old Ford car is like a new car.

"I can't figure out how your weak consciousness was formed, so I didn't repair your internal parts." Dracula continued, "If you still want to repair the internal parts, just turn on the car lights twice? "

The lights of the old Ford flickered.

Just a blink means that repairing the exterior is enough.

"Very well, then I will leave a mark on you that allows me to determine the location, and then let you go." Dracula said, "If it is acceptable, turn on the lights."

The old Ford's lights flickered again.

"Very sensible." Dracula nodded in satisfaction, and stretched out his hand to draw a mark of demon wings on the inside of the car.