The Blood Professor at Hogwarts

So Dracula immediately lifted the Disillusionment Curse and appeared in front of Harry and Cho Chang.

"Run from the greenhouse in the northeast of the teaching area all the way to the Ravenclaw Tower in the southwest... Is this what you think is the way?" He said playfully.

Harry blushed even more.He lowered his head, his toes unconsciously tapped the ground, as if he wanted to use his toes to create a crack in the ground and get in.

It was Qiu Zhang who saw Harry's embarrassment and took the initiative to change the topic.

"Professor Dracula, what's the reason you came to the Ravenclaw Tower?" She asked politely, "Maybe I have something that I can help you with!"

Dracula glanced at her, then nodded slightly.

"That being said, I really need your help." He thought for a while, took out a piece of parchment with big characters from his pocket and handed it to Qiu Zhang, "Please, Zhang, help me with this A parchment posted on the bulletin board in the Ravenclaw common room."

Qiu Zhang curiously took the parchment in Dracula's hand, and looked at what was written on it——

"The Dueling Club is about to start! The first meeting of the Dueling Club will be held on September 10th, [-] at [-]:[-]pm inside the Great Hall of Hogwarts Castle. All interested Hogwarts students are welcome to attend ——No colleges, no grades, no grades.”

"Are you going to start a dueling club?" Qiu Zhang asked in surprise.

Hearing her question, Harry also poked his head over curiously.

But Harry didn't get too close, but kept a close distance that wanted to get close to her, but was too embarrassed to stick too close.

Moreover, he only glanced at the parchment in Qiu Zhang's hand before being distracted by the long, smooth black hair next to him, and completely lost the idea of ​​reading the writing on the parchment.

"That's right, the Duel Club welcomes you to come and participate, two grade No.1s of Defense Against the Dark Arts." Dracula chuckled softly, then took out a parchment with the same content from his pocket and handed it to Ha Li, "Since there is a little Gryffindor wizard here, I just don't have to make an extra trip."

"Potter, and

The request is the same as before, please post this parchment on the bulletin board in the Gryffindor common room. said Dracula, "Potter?" "

"Oh oh okay!" Harry was mentioned by Dracula's name twice, and finally came back to his senses in a daze, and took another piece of parchment with the same words from Dracula.

"Okay, just don't forget your respective tasks, and I won't bother you for now."

Dracula chuckled and glanced at the two, waved his hands casually, turned and walked towards his office.

"Goodbye, Professor!" Qiu Zhang said goodbye to Professor Dracula very politely, and then looked at Harry who was still standing beside him stupidly, "Mr. Did you teach anything in Defense of Magic class?"

"Ah..." Harry was seriously looking at Qiu Zhang's side face, but she surprised him by her sudden look.

Harry quickly turned his head to the other side, not daring to meet Cho Chang's eyes.

"...Thank you so much!" He said dully.

Qiu Zhang glanced at Harry's clumsy actions, and the corners of his mouth moved, as if he couldn't help laughing.But she still held back her laughter, and seriously told Harry about the morning class.

Harry nodded again and again, but in reality he was so absent-minded that he didn't listen much at all.

Until he returned to the Gryffindor common room in a daze, Harry was still thinking about Qiu Zhang's voice over and over again, as well as her frowning and smiling expressions. silly smile.

"Hey buddy, are you out of your mind?" A hand waved in front of Harry's eyes.

Harry didn't respond at all, still smirking.

"Hey!" Ron slapped Harry's shoulder heavily and woke him up.

"Ah, who?" Harry opened his eyes wide as if waking up from a dream, looking at the red-haired, freckled face in front of him, "Oh, Ron, you startled me!"

"I've been calling you for a long time, Harry!" Ron said dissatisfiedly, "If I don't wake you up like this, I don't know when I can wake you up."

"Yeah, Harry, the food we brought you is going to be cold!" Hermione agreed, and she looked at Harry worriedly, "What happened when you asked Professor Dracula about his lecture? Why do you look like a fool when you come back?"

"Could it be that the teaching content of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class is even more exaggerated, and you have been frightened?" Ron guessed worriedly.

"No, nothing, Ron." Harry quickly shook his head, "I've already asked about the content of Professor Dracula's lecture in the morning class of the third grade, mainly about..."

Ron and Hermione watched him expectantly.

"...It's over, I forgot." As soon as Harry recalled the experience just now, Qiu Zhang's face was immediately filled with Harry's mind, and he couldn't remember even a single bit of Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

"Forgot?!" Ron looked at him incredulously, "So what did you do after class and run back to the castle?"

"Relax, Ron." Harry smiled awkwardly, and said weakly, "Professor Dracula should not have another perverted practical training class, I think she looks very good, not at all like I just finished a practical training class taught by Professor Dracula."

"Her?" Hermione grasped the key words in Harry's words very keenly, and looked at him directly, "So the Ravenclaw student you know is not a senior, but a senior?"

"Her?" Ron also reacted, and jumped up suddenly, "I knew it! I said why are you so diligent today!"

Harry realized that he had said the wrong thing and quickly covered his mouth.

"Tell me about your situation, Harry!" Hermione looked excited, her eyes sparkling, "Even if you don't tell me, there should not be many third-year girls in Ravenclaw. Can find out who it is!"

She wracked her fingers and began to think about the Ravenclaw girls she had seen in the library, and who had caught Harry's interest.

"I can't believe that Harry has already started thinking about finding a partner at this age." Ron muttered to himself, "I don't know if Ginny knew this

Whatever it was, she admired Harry the most. "

Looking at the expressions of excitement or gossip on the faces of the two, Harry blushed.

Seeing that the topic was about to reach an unmanageable point, in a panic, he suddenly saw a piece of parchment folded in his hand.

"Wait a minute, I just remembered that there is one important thing I haven't done!" Harry rushed to the bulletin board in the Gryffindor common room with the parchment as if grabbing a straw, and escaped Min and Ron's gossip scene.

Chapter 110 Ron: We never stopped talking bad about Snape

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The Defense Against the Dark Arts class in the afternoon was exactly as Harry had learned, Professor Dracula didn't make any big moves, and he didn't repeat the devilish practical training in the first week.

The little wizards sat in the classroom, watching Dracula take out a Sinkpunk from the cage, and explained to everyone the unique characteristics of this magical animal, and told everyone how to avoid the Sinkpunk. The method of deception, and then let the students in the classroom stand in front of the Hinckle Punk one by one to start the actual drill.

The little wizards like this way of teaching with real objects as a reference, and their progress is also very fast. Most of the students have learned how to deal with Hinkpunk in class.

Even those little wizards with a little dull aptitude have firmly remembered all the methods that can be used when facing magical animals like Sinkpunk. As long as they try a few more times and practice the corresponding spells proficiently, they will Able to meet the standard required for this subject.

It wasn't until the bell rang for the end of get out of class that the little wizards left the classroom full of enthusiasm.

After walking out of the classroom, Ron touched his face, still a little unbelievable, "I actually came out of Defense Against the Dark Arts class alive?"

"Professor Dracula really didn't let us have another devil training?" He looked at Harry with a face full of shock, "Harry, if you slap me, I now suspect that I am dreaming!"

"You're not dreaming, Ron!" Harry glanced at Ron's face, secretly suppressed the urge to slap him, and said helplessly, "Didn't Hermione already speculate with us? Professor Gula didn't suddenly change his temper, he just saved the devil training for the dueling club at night."

"I advise you to be prepared, Ron, we will have a better time then!"

……

The time soon came to more than six o'clock in the afternoon, and there was less than half an hour left before the duel club's first meeting began.

The students in the auditorium had already finished their meals one after another, and handed over the plates to the house elf to use magic to pack them into the kitchen on the basement floor. Possibility of hosting club parties inside.

At the same time, when most of the sun's body was covered by distant mountains and the night was gradually approaching, Dracula jumped out of the office window, turned into a bat, and flew to Hogwarts city with ease. The eighth floor of the main tower of the fort.

"Shall we go down together, Dumbledore?" Dracula changed back to human form, stepped on the window sill of the principal's office, and looked happily at the old man with white beard sitting behind the desk.

He has already decided that Dumbledore must be his assistant in this Duel Club gathering!

Before officially starting the club's activities, Dracula was going to trick Dumbledore over to have a good fight with him in the name of showing the little wizard his dueling skills.

It's not too late to torture the little wizard after the fight!

"Are you here so soon, Professor Dracula?" Dumbledore didn't know what Dracula was planning, and greeted him with a smile, "I also said to let Severus go down later." Looking for you!"

"Severus?" Dracula frowned, turned his head to look at the side of the principal's office near the door, only to find that another professor had come here before him, "Professor Snape? Are you What are you doing here?"

Snape squinted his eyes, glanced at Dracula as if nothing, and curled his upper lip slightly.

"What a coincidence, Professor Dracula—" he said unhurriedly, "if nothing else—we're obviously here for the same thing."

"The same thing?" Dracula looked at Snape in surprise, "Do you guys want to fight Dumbledore too?"

Of course, the second half of Dracula's sentence didn't really come out.

He was a little worried. If he really expressed his true intention to fight with Dumbledore, Dumbledore would probably guard him strictly... There would be no chance for him to fight again in the future.

"I didn't expect that Snape always obeyed Dumbledore's advice, but actually wanted to fight Dumbledore." Dracula thought cheerfully, looking at Snape with strange eyes, See him inexplicably.

"Professor Dracula, West

Fleurs came to me this time, and it is true that you have come for the same purpose. At this time, Dumbledore said with a smile, "Severus will be your assistant at the Dueling Club gathering tonight!" "

"What did you say?" Dracula looked away from Snape's face, and looked at Dumbledore behind the desk, "Mr. Headmaster, I have the impression that you were the first to propose the idea of ​​the Dueling Club. Just an agent."

"As the person who proposed this plan, it's fine if you don't become the keynote speaker, but now you don't even want to be an assistant. Isn't that inappropriate?"

Dracula crossed his arms, with displeasure written all over his face.

Now he understands Serena's feelings when facing him as a hands-off shopkeeper, he just wants to hit this guy who doesn't care about anything with an Avada in the face!

Of course, his and Serena's thoughts are still very different——

Serena felt that she should not put all the troubles of managing the castle on her shoulders, while Dracula was unhappy that he lost the opportunity to fight the great wizard Dumbledore.

"I'm really sorry, Professor Dracula." Dumbledore smiled and apologized to Dracula, but there was no expression of apology on his face, "Professor Snape will be a good teaching assistant. You You know, he wanted to be a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor many years ago, but I never gave him the chance."

Snape's face darkened for a moment, and he squeezed his wand very hard. It was rare for him to synchronize with Dracula's thoughts, and he wanted to give the headmaster a big blow.

But he finally held back.

"If you still have the slightest sense of time as a professor, I think you should go, Dracula." Snape gave Dracula a last sideways look, and then stepped into the principal's office without looking back spiral staircase.

The automatically rotating stairs quickly carried him around the corner, and his figure disappeared in front of Dumbledore and Dracula.

"But I'm totally in time." Dracula glanced at the wall clock in the principal's office, shrugged casually, "I can even drink another glass of wine before going down."

As he spoke, he really took out a bottle of red wine from Wuhen's outstretched pocket, poured it into a goblet, watched, smelled, sobered up, and tasted the wine gracefully...

After drinking slowly, Dracula took back his glass, returned to the window of the principal's office, and lay down on his back with open arms.

His figure fell rapidly in the last rays of the setting sun, and the black-red cloak behind him fluttered in the wind...

A few seconds later, Dracula's body suddenly slowed down unreasonably, and landed very gently on the tiles above the roof of the auditorium.

He tidied up his slightly messy robes, jumped off the roof of the auditorium again, and landed in the entrance courtyard of Hogwarts Castle.

At the same time, Snape also walked quickly down the marble stairs leading to the second floor from the entrance of the auditorium.

Seeing Dracula in front of the auditorium, he couldn't help showing a look of surprise, then deliberately looked away, and walked into the auditorium first.

When Dracula walked into the auditorium, the time was exactly 06:30 in the afternoon, exactly.