The Blood Professor at Hogwarts

"I'm sorry, Hermione, what did you say?" Ron asked hoarsely, "I feel buzzing in my head, and I can't hear anything..."

"What are you two talking about?" Harry's voice was also hoarse, he watched Ron and Hermione's mouths opening and closing, but couldn't hear any sound coming out, "I feel like I might be deaf, what now? Can't hear you!"

Because they couldn't hear the sound, the two people's voices were unconsciously amplified, breaking the rare quiet atmosphere in the auditorium.

Draco Malfoy on the long Slytherin table couldn't help laughing when he saw the purple faces of the two.

Crabbe and Goyle laughed as well, and then the laughter spread from the Slytherin table to Ravenclaw, and finally even Gryffindor's own people laughed loudly. up.

As for Harry and Ron, neither of them was at all ashamed of other people's laughter, because they didn't hear it at all.

The two of them were still staring blankly at each other, their minds buzzing non-stop.

It wasn't until Professor McGonagall came down from the professor's seat, handed out the schedule along the long table in Gryffindor, and cast a spell on them, that the two of them woke up.

"Professor, can I ask who did the sound-proof milk cover just now?" Ron was ready to seek revenge immediately after regaining his senses, "I don't know who is so immoral, shouting at the two of us and my mother." Lock the letters together!"

Harry nodded in agreement, "There is a huge echo in this enclosure. Mrs. Weasley's roar has echoed in the enclosure for countless times...I even feel that it is still spinning in circles in my head now. ..."

Professor McGonagall handed each of them a schedule, and then she looked at Harry and Ron with a slightly weird expression that was different from the usual seriousness.

"What will happen to you if I tell you who cast the curse?" she asked. "Do you want revenge?"

"Must!" Ron said aggressively, "How can you not take revenge if you have revenge?"

Standing by the side, Harry somewhat agreed with Ron's words, but felt something was wrong, so he shut his mouth and prepared to wait and see.

Professor McGonagall seemed to be holding back his laughter, nodded to Ron, and pointed to the front of the auditorium.

Harry and Ron followed her fingers and saw a silver-haired professor eating pudding comfortably.

"The person who put you up with the protective cover is there!" Professor McGonagall said, "You can go to him for revenge, Wes."

"Ah... so the mask just now was cast by Professor Dracula..." Ron showed an extremely embarrassed smile, "It must be a misunderstanding! Yes, it must be a misunderstanding!"

"Professor Dracula must be worried about our safety, so he protected us with a mask!"

As if sensing their gaze, Professor Dracula raised his head and glanced at the two of them.

Dracula thought for a moment, then raised the corners of his mouth, his lips moved slightly, and a sentence was clearly transmitted to Ron's ears from a long distance away.

"Come on, Wes, you're going to have the same amount of homework as Potter for the first two weeks of school."

Hearing this sentence, Ron froze for a moment, then frowned suspiciously.

Professor McGonagall glanced at him, as if he believed that with Dracula's deterrent power, the two of them would not continue to cause trouble.so she turned

body, and then went to distribute the schedule to other little wizards.

"What's the matter, Ron?" Harry asked, seeing Ron's puzzled expression.

"Harry, Professor Dracula just told me to make my homework the same as yours in the first two weeks." Ron scratched his head, "But aren't we in the same grade? Our homework should have been the same The same is right!"

Then he lowered his voice and leaned closer to Harry's ear, "Tell me, isn't Professor Dracula a bit muddled?"

"Why do you say that?" Harry glanced at Dracula cautiously and asked in a low voice when he realized that he was eating pudding again and was not paying attention to the Gryffindor table.

"I heard from Fred and George that no matter what year, the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor will definitely have problems." Ron whispered, "Look, let's forget about talking to the car before, the car is indeed like Responded to him..."

"But something is wrong with homework. Could it be that your homework can be more than mine?"

Having said this, Harry suddenly fell silent.

"Don't you think so, Harry?" Ron asked reluctantly seeing that Harry was silent.

"Ron," Harry took a deep breath, and patted Ron's shoulder with a heavy face, "I have some bad news for you..."

"...My homework is really more than yours, twice as much."

After a happy week at Wes's house and the mental thrill of driving to school, Harry had almost forgotten about it.

It wasn't until Ron mentioned the homework that Harry suddenly remembered that when Professor Dracula was in Knockturn Alley, he doubled his homework in the first two weeks of the semester to everyone else!

Ron: "..."

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The first day of school is a Wednesday.

This school year, Dracula's first class is given to the sixth graders.

The sixth grade course is Defense Against the Dark Arts (Ultimate Witch Level Examination) improvement class. The improvement class is no longer taught separately by two colleges, but by four colleges in one classroom.

After all, there are only a small number of students who enroll in a subject, so it doesn't look crowded when students from four colleges stay in one classroom.

When Dracula came to the classroom, the students wearing collars of four colors had already sat neatly in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.

He subconsciously glanced at the desk, and realized that he had forgotten to bring his textbooks and textbooks, and he didn't even have the roster of students for this class.

Only then did Dracula sadly remember that the conscientious teaching assistant Quirrell had passed away for half a year.

"You are sixth grade students, right?" He sighed and asked casually.

"Yes, Professor!" The red-haired wizard sitting in the first row said very cooperatively.

"Okay, I understand." Dracula nodded to him, "Since all of you are sixth-grade wizards, you must have passed the ordinary wizard level test of Defense Against the Dark Arts, right?"

"Yes, Professor!" It was Percy again, his head held up in honor.

Percy Wesley had obtained twelve certificates in the Ordinary Wizarding Rank Examinations, which is something very few people can do.

But Dracula didn't care about Percy, the top student, or the Ravenclaw students who are basically all top students, but looked at a few Gryffins in the corner who lowered their heads melancholy Do and Hufflepuff.

"If my predictions are correct, the few of you should have failed the ordinary wizard level exam, right?" Dracula smiled coldly, looking at the few who were sitting in the corner like quails, not daring to look up. Gryffindors.

Percy glanced back at them, then held up his hand.

"Professor, you don't usually assign homework very much. Students like them who have no self-control can easily put their minds on other places, and then they will fail the course naturally." He analyzed reasonably.

Dracula's expression froze for a moment.

"So I suggest, Professor, you can assign more homework..." Percy wanted to continue talking about his theory, but was interrupted by a Ravenclaw witch beside him.

"Professor, Percy didn't mean that, he just wanted to make more arrangements for himself.

Operation! said Penelope Clearwater of Ravenclaw.

Penello had to choose to save Percy.

Because his words obviously offended most of the students in the classroom, even Professor Dracula, and he was easily targeted by his classmates.

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Some of the sixth years at Hogwarts regret it now, very much.

They hadn't studied hard enough and had failed Defense Against the Dark Arts at their Ordinary Wizarding Grades.Theoretically speaking, these students who fail the subject cannot participate in the improvement class of the sixth grade.

But when Professor McGonagall asked Dracula what level of improvement class he was going to accept, Dracula directly gave a "T (very poor)" grade to participate in the Defense Against the Dark Arts improvement class. Conditions that are too loose to be outrageous.

Those students who did not do well in all subjects, and there were not many advanced courses available for registration, were worrying.If they take too few certificates, the future employment situation will be extremely severe.

There are not many jobs in the magic world. If they can't even get a test certificate during school, maybe they can only go home to farm... No, most of their herbal studies are also failing. I'm afraid I can't even plant the land well when I go home!

After learning that Professor Dracula will accept students with "P" grades, those scumbags were immediately happy.Being able to join the improvement class means that they have the opportunity to continue to be exposed to Defense Against the Dark Arts. In this way, there is a greater chance of passing the make-up exam in the second year.

Therefore, the dregs of the students ticked off the subject "Defense Against the Dark Arts" on the registration form for the advanced class one after another, and then happily handed it over to their respective principals.

However, they regretted it after only taking the first Defense Against the Dark Arts class in sixth grade——

Where is Professor Dracula's Defense Against the Dark Arts class?This is clearly a life-threatening thing!

Forcing the students in the classroom to use magic spells uninterruptedly, punishing those who dare to be lazy with those spells that do little harm but can make people extremely painful, until everyone is tired and paralyzed on the ground, unable to move anymore Only with one finger did he stop his hand...

This kind of professor is not what the devil is!

"I won't give you homework today, go back and reflect on how to improve your spellcasting level!"

As the only one who could "stand" in the classroom, Dracula stood out from the crowd and said to a large group of students on the ground.

After explaining today's homework, he waved his hand as if cleaning up the trash, and moved the students who were paralyzed on the ground to both sides of the classroom, and neatly placed the pushed away desks and chairs in the middle of the classroom.

Dracula glanced at the neat classroom and the messy group of students lying on the ground, nodded happily, and then returned to his office from the steps in front of the classroom.

Twenty minutes later, the students who came to the Defense Against the Dark Arts class in the next class saw this scene——

Both sides of the classroom were crowded with students from various colleges. They were sweating profusely, their wizard robes were soaked, their faces were pale and they were dressed roughly, and no one had the strength to move their bodies to leave the classroom...

"What... what happened here?"

Cedric, who came to class, stopped at the door of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom in a daze, not daring to step into the classroom door for a long time.

Fred and George poked their heads out from Cedric's left and right shoulders, saw the scene in the classroom, and then gasped.

"Hiss..." Their expressions were greatly shocked, "Could this be some kind of large-scale murder scene? Hmm... This really looks like something that Professor Dracula can do!"

At this moment, the two of them inadvertently caught a glimpse of a red-haired wizard who was pushed to the corner of the classroom wall and was crushed by several boys.

"Hey, Fred, look who that is!" George patted Fred on the back in surprise.

"Oh, Percy! It's so rare, I haven't seen Percy in such a mess for a long time!" Fred's expression also became extremely surprised in an instant, and he waved happily at Percy.

Seeing the surprised expressions of the two younger brothers, Percy felt a little embarrassed.But he really didn't have the extra strength to break free from the suppression of a group of strong men, so he turned his head silently, facing the wall and began to close himself.

"Is it time for class?"

Suddenly, a voice sounded from the front of the classroom, interrupting the nervous thoughts of the students at the door.

The little wizards in the fourth grade looked up from outside the door and saw that Professor Dracula didn't know anything.

He had already come down from the office, and now he was standing on the podium, looking at them with interest.

"It's already class, why don't you come in?" Dracula asked, "Are you worried that these senior students will affect your class?"

While talking, he casually raised his hand, like dumpling into a pot, and threw the sixth graders who were paralyzed on the ground through the window to the corridor outside the second floor.

Given the size of the window, he could only throw five or six sixth-graders at a time, and it took him several times to throw them all outside.

After Percy Weiss, who was squeezed into the corner, was thrown out, the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom regained its spacious and bright appearance.

"Okay, can you come in now?" Dracula asked with a chuckle, looking at the little wizards outside the door.