The Blood Professor at Hogwarts

This is the silence spell that Dracula once used on Lockhart, and it is very useful in certain situations.

Under the effect of the Silencing Curse, Ron's mouth closed immediately, and the slug that was about to spit out was stuck in Ron's mouth like that, and he couldn't spit it out, and dared not swallow it. go down.

Ron kept gesticulating and looked at Dracula with red eyes, almost crying.

Dracula shook off the slug on the shoe, and then used a dozen cleaning spells in a row, finally making the shoe clean again.Seeing Ron's embarrassed look, he finally raised the corners of his mouth happily.

"Professor, please help Ron!" Harry said eagerly.

He and Hermione were as anxious as ash snakes that had left the flames, circling around Ron, watching Ron's painful appearance but doing nothing to help.

"Professor!" Hermione said loudly, "Look, Ron's face has turned red like this. If he doesn't undo the spell, he will be suffocated to death by slugs!"

Dracula glanced at Ron, saw his flushed face, and knew that the next slug might come out of his stomach.

With a closed mouth and a slug in his mouth, when the next fat slug appears, it will directly block Ron's throat and esophagus, and it is not impossible for Ron to suffocate.

"Tsk, it's a pity." Dracula didn't appreciate Ron's expression enough, and shrugged regretfully.

He snapped his fingers lightly, and the Universal Breaking Curse silently covered Ron's body, instantly removing the two curses of the Slug Curse and the Silence Curse on his body.

"Cough cough..."

After the spell was lifted, Ron immediately opened his mouth and retched, coughing non-stop.

"Ah—it's disgusting. I just felt two slugs wriggling in my mouth and throat!" He said angrily, "Why can't I spit them out now? I shouldn't throw them out." Have you digested it?!"

Ron's eyes widened, looking at Harry and Hermione in shock.

"What are you thinking? The slug you spit out is a product of magic, and it will naturally dissipate after the magic is lifted." Dracula said casually.

Hearing Dracula's voice, Ron turned his shocked gaze to Dracula's direction.

"Professor, how can you tell me to shut up at such a critical moment? It's so unkind!" He waved his hands and complained with a flushed face.

"Oh? I'm not kind, am I?" Dracula's mouth curved slightly.

Ron shivered suddenly.

"Ah...professor, you misunderstood me, I didn't mean that..." His aggrieved and angry mood immediately calmed down, and he said with a flattering smile, "I mean...you are too kind, I know you I am using this method to exercise my perseverance!"

"I have understood that when I face dark wizards or dark creatures in the future, whenever I think about today's experience, I will never fall into deeper despair, and I will always be able to muster greater courage to face Danger!"

While talking, Ron gradually raised his head and chest, and his momentum became proud.It seems that these words may not be able to convince Dracula, but at least he can convince himself...

"Well, if you need it, I'll let you swallow a few more slugs next time." Dracula nodded with interest, looking at Ron with his head held high, "If you don't like it, I can help You reform the Slug Curse."

"Things like slugs are still too conservative. How about changing them to cockroaches? If you think it's not enough, it's not impossible to change them to spiders."

Ron, who was still pretending to be calm, trembled violently when he heard "spider", his face turned green from fright.

"Professor Dracula, stop scaring Ron, he is most afraid of

It's the spider. "Hermione looked at the heartless Dracula, couldn't help pursing her lips, and said seriously.

However, Ron didn't seem to appreciate it much.

"Who...who is afraid of spiders?" He felt a little embarrassed, and retorted, "How can I, a dignified old man, be afraid of spiders?!"

"Then tell me, who was scared by the big spider at the door of the auditorium and jumped three feet high on Halloween last year?" Hermione retorted, "Everyone saw it at the time, you were hanging on Harry's neck , You dare not come down until he carries you into the auditorium!"

"You, you, you..." Ron pointed at Hermione, stuttering for a long time because he was wrong, but he couldn't explain why.

"Ron, why don't you admit it, you are really afraid of spiders." Harry looked at the angry Hermione, then at the angrily Ron, and had no choice but to speak to Ron in a peaceful tone Said.

Hearing the good brother's conclusion, Ron's shoulders slumped, and he was immediately discouraged.

Dracula watched the debate of the three little ones with interest for a long time, and patiently watched them stop until he thought of a question.

"If you're done discussing, why don't you tell me about the situation." He asked, "This slug spell seems to work pretty well. Who hit Wes so hard? Those of you guys? Is it Tring's nemesis?"

"No, Professor, it was Ron himself." Harry said with a smile.

Ron's face froze, he lowered his head silently, and his shoulders sank another two inches.

"Did you do it yourself?" Dracula looked at Ron in surprise, "Can you be so cruel to yourself? I can't see it, Weiss, I didn't expect you to be a cruel person."

"No, it's actually Ron's wand that broke, Professor." Hermione added cheerfully.She was very happy to see Ron, who didn't know people well, deflated one after another, "Ron originally wanted to use the Slug Curse on that annoying Draco Malfoy, but his spell was fired from the end of the wand Come out!"

"Is there such a thing?" Dracula suddenly became interested, and looked at Ron, who was beside him with slumped shoulders, "Come on, Wes, can you show me your wand?"

In fact, in the previous Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Dracula had already seen that there was something wrong with Ron's wand.But he wasn't always interested in wands, so he didn't pay much attention.

But today he unexpectedly learned that Ron's wand could shoot spells in the opposite direction, and the slug spell hit himself directly!

Dracula immediately thought that this kind of maverick wand was quite maneuverable.

For example, when meeting a dark wizard, the poor little wizard first took out a wand that could only cast spells in the opposite direction, and tricked the opponent to use the disarming spell to snatch his wand, and then guided the opponent to use a new magic wand. Snatched wand to attack...

Then, the dark wizard will receive a surprise - he will be hit by his own spell without warning!

Thinking of this, Dracula subconsciously raised the corners of his mouth, and a wicked smile appeared on his face.

Looking at the smile on Dracula's face, Ron couldn't help shivering.

"Of course it's okay, professor, I've had enough of this wand!" He hurriedly took the wand out of his pocket and handed it to Dracula, "This wand originally belonged to Charlie. Later, Charlie bought a new one himself." wand, and Mother gave me this old wand."

"Mom thinks that this way can save seven galleons in the cost of the wand. She must not have imagined that I broke it after only one year of use..."

Harry gave Ron a sympathetic look and patted him on the shoulder.

Dracula didn't care what Ron said.He wasn't interested in the original story of Ron's wand at all, he was only interested in the wand itself, which could fire spells in reverse.

As soon as he took the wand from Ron, Dracula felt the wand in his hand start to tremble slightly.

This feeling is exactly the same as when he tried the core of the unicorn tail hair in Ollivander's wand shop when he just woke up.The difference is that the struggle of this wand is much weaker. I don't know if it is because the wand has been damaged.

"Wand core from unicorn tail hair?" Dracula asked casually

a sentence.

"That's right, I heard from Charlie that the core of the wand is made of unicorn tail hair. It's made of ash wood and it's 12 inches long." Ron's eyes lit up, and he introduced it carefully, "Professor, you also know something about wands." Got it? Can you fix it for me?"

A glimmer of hope rose in his heart——

If Professor Dracula could help him fix his wand, then he wouldn't have to tell Mrs. Weasley about the broken wand, and maybe he would save himself a fat beating.

"I don't understand, I'm not interested in things like wands."

The next moment, Dracula's indifferent words extinguished the hope that Ron had just raised.Ron slumped his shoulders again.

Dracula looked at the struggling and trembling wand in his hand, thought for a while, and slowly suppressed the dark power in his body to the deepest part, and only passed the purest magic power to his right hand.

His right hand gradually exuded a shining light, and his pale complexion became as warm and moist as white jade.

Ron's wand gradually stopped shaking, calmed down slowly, no longer resisting Dracula's touch, and was quietly held in his hand.

With a satisfied smile on Dracula's face, he gently raised his hand.

"Luminescence (Lus)."

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While Harry and Ron were still complaining about the troubled first week of school, on the other side, Harry's deadly enemy Voldemort was doing big things in silence——

An exquisite and dignified mansion surrounded by well-designed gardens.

A piece of faint green dyed the entire courtyard, and no less than a hundred beautiful trees were densely planted in the open space on both sides of the stone road.The magic fountain spouts in the center of the garden, and the white peacock roams freely in the garden, looking luxurious and noble.

However, the owner of this mansion stood grovelingly at the side of the living room covered with purple wallpaper, and kept nodding and bowing to a man with a bald head, distorted features, and a hideous face.

"Lucius, how is the matter I told you going?" The man with a hideous face sat on the chair at the front of the living room and asked hoarsely.

"It's done, master." Lucius bowed deeply, almost buried his head in the ground, and said respectfully, "I have spent a lot of money and the contacts retained by the Malfoy family, Paved the way for Yaxley to advance."

"According to reliable sources, he will soon be the third in command of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement."

Lucius buried his head very low, so low that no one could see the unwillingness and anger in his expression at this time.

Originally, relying on the considerable wealth of the Malfoy family, as well as Lucius's ability to flatter and grab people's minds, he easily became a popular figure during the first wizarding war started by the Death Eaters. The upper Death Eaters are the first few figures among the Death Eaters.

However, Lucius was snubbed by Voldemort because he lost an unknown dark magic device belonging to Voldemort.

Today's Lucius no longer has the prestige he once had in the Death Eaters camp.

He could feel that his position in Voldemort's heart was equivalent to that of an abandoned child ready to be abandoned at any time, and he would be regarded as an abandoned child by Voldemort only when he was drained of his last vestiges of interests and all the property of the Malfoy family. Throw it in the trash can.

Therefore, Lucius was very unwilling, and felt a bit of betrayal.

Thinking of the sales list of black magic equipment sent to Dracula a few days ago, Lucius still felt a little flustered for a while, but then he was suppressed by the anger and unwillingness in his heart.

"You're doing well, Lucius." Voldemort's hoarse voice sounded from the front of the living room.

Even with an encouraging tone in his mouth, his eyes were scarlet and cold, like a cold and bloodthirsty snake, "These days you have not only donated the manor, but also contributed countless properties to pave the way for Yaxley in the Ministry of Magic, It can be said that he has tried his best.”

"I always have clear rewards and punishments. Tell me, do you have any rewards you want?"

"Being able to serve the master is the reward I want most!" Lucius said flatteringly.

However, on his face buried deep in the ground, his expression was full of resignation, without the slightest hint of flattery.

"Do you think I don't understand you, Lucius?" Voldemort crossed his long fingers like spider legs, his scarlet eyes looked at Lucius's lowered eyes, "If I don't give you what you deserve Reward, I'm afraid you will start thinking about how to betray me when you look back, right?"

Hearing Voldemort's gloomy words, Lucius raised his head in panic, thinking that the Dark Lord knew about his asking Dracula for help.

"Master, I..." Lucius panicked and almost told the story of meeting Dracula.

Fortunately, he was interrupted by Voldemort before he could speak.

"Let's think about it, what kind of reward would be better for you..." Voldemort smiled grimly, which made Lucius flustered.

"I suddenly thought of a very interesting idea," Voldemort suddenly opened his mouth, showing an extremely terrifying and ferocious smile, "Lucius, you should have a son, right? I don't think he is in your manor, so he should have already Are you starting school at Hogwarts?"

Lucius finally changed his face completely.

He deliberately waited until Hogwarts started to dedicate Malfoy Manor to Voldemort, just to prevent his son Draco from being involved in the mess of Death Eaters.

But no matter how hard Lucius racked his brains, it was hard to imagine that Voldemort would suddenly

Wu mentioned Draco.