The Blood Professor at Hogwarts

But Dumbledore decided to indulge Dracula's waywardness after all.

Because he knew that only by making Dracula really enjoy the plan, would he follow the plan and lead Voldemort to a dead end step by step; he would not voluntarily choose to quit because he felt bored halfway.

For Dumbledore, the appearance of a professor like Dracula is a kind of luck, which can add a powerful combat force to the plan to eliminate Voldemort; but the appearance of such a vampire who is not happy with law is also a kind of misfortune. Dracula was outside of Dumbledore's control from beginning to end, and no one could

Know what outrageous things he will do next.

Amidst the whispers of the portrait and the soft crowing of the phoenix, Dumbledore gently folded the document in his hand and put it in the drawer full of desserts.

He sighed, and casually burned the parchment on another tabletop to ashes.

That was his original plan.

Dumbledore knew that there were too many chances in his original plan, and it was difficult to guarantee the success rate of finally eliminating Voldemort, and it was also difficult to really save the life of Harry Potter, who had become a half Horcrux.

The price may have been too great for him to choose another plan that was not completely under his control

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Chapter 120 A Gathering of Death Eaters Full of Inner Ghosts

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October is fast approaching.

It's been a particularly cold October this year, with a damp chill permeating the Scottish Highlands and seeping into Hogwarts Castle from the outside.

In the frigid temperature, there was a sudden epidemic of colds among the staff and students, which made the head nurse, Madam Pomfrey, in a hurry.

For this reason, she prepared a large number of refreshing medicines in the school infirmary, and posted notices in the common rooms of the four colleges of the castle, as well as in the staff lounge, telling the staff and students who have a cold to go to the school on the fourth floor in time. The infirmary received the refreshing medicine.

Madam Pomfrey's invigorating potion had an almost immediate effect, but those who drank it had smoke in their ears for hours on end.

Fred and George fell for it.

Because of their extensive social network, the twins in Weslai's house often haunt various colleges to bet with others, so they quickly caught colds from other infected people.

Unlike other little wizards who were in pain when they caught a cold, Fred and George seemed even more excited after being infected with the cold.

They rushed to the school infirmary immediately and asked for two bottles of refreshing medicine, and drank it immediately——

In the next second, puffs of steam rose from under the bright red hair of the two, and their heads seemed to be on fire.

The two troublemakers had a lot of fun, and they still couldn't get enough of it after the effect of the medicine wore off. They wanted to go to the school infirmary to get another two bottles of refreshment potion, but they were caught by Madam Pomfrey waving a broom and kicked them out.

One afternoon, Dracula had just finished a Defense Against the Dark Arts class for second-year wizards, put away his wand, and was admiring Riddle's teaching eucalyptus on the podium.

Even though the class just now unknowingly broke away from the existing teaching plan again, Dracula has to admit that Riddle's teaching is quite well written, and the handwriting is also very beautiful, clear, and neat, which is simply better than that of a tool man. Quirrell has to worry about using it.

At this time, Riddle was also in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, and came to Dracula with a thick stack of parchment—the papers were the homework of the students, and they were all arranged by Riddle.

Riddle, who had almost all of Voldemort's student experience, easily crushed the actions of students who wanted to push him out of the teaching assistant position.Flint and other scumbags' plan to get rid of their homework was not successfully realized after all, and they even suffered a lot for it.

In fact, as a Slytherin who was born in an orphanage, Tom Riddle was also excluded and disgusted by those pure bloods in his early years at Hogwarts.

However, under such circumstances, he relied on his own unique means to successfully subdue a large number of the so-called pure-blooded nobles of Slytherin.At that time, Abraxas Malfoy, Avery, and Strange all became the first batch of Death Eaters in the early days.

The small tricks played by Marcus Flint and others today are all leftovers from their grandparents, so naturally they cannot be Riddle's opponents.

So after the September when Dracula promised not to leave homework, Riddle, as a teaching assistant, immediately grasped the power of life and death to assign homework, making those little wizards who were unwilling to do homework miserable.

"Professor Dracula, the homework has been collected." Riddle came to the podium and said to Dracula, "Everyone is very conscious today."

"Can they not be conscious? You have come to the door one by one for those who didn't hand in their homework yesterday." Dracula smiled casually, "You can make up your own mind about homework in the future, and you don't need to report to me. Trouble !"

"I see." Riddle nodded.

At this time, Harry, Ron and Hermione from Gryffindor packed their schoolbags and stood up from their seats.

Before leaving the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom through the door at the back of the classroom, Harry, still carrying his bag, came to the front of the podium to say hello to Dracula and Riddle.

"See you in the next class, Professor Dracula!" Harry waved his hand, and then turned his expectant eyes to Riddle, "Tom, after tonight's Duel Club is over, can I still study alone with you?"

"Of course, we're friends!" Riddle gave Harry a gentle smile.

Harry's expression immediately became excited, and he ran towards the waiting room in small steps with great vigor.

Hermione and Ron at the classroom door.

"So... you've got Harry done?" Dracula asked Riddle, looking at Harry's leaving back in some surprise.

He clearly remembered that when he first learned that Tom Riddle had become an assistant teacher of Defense Against the Dark Arts, Harry was extremely repulsed and puzzled by this matter.

Dracula was too lazy to deal with the little wizard's emotional problems, but allowing Harry to expose Riddle's identity was not very suitable for the stability of this class.

So he assigned Riddle a task, asking him to get rid of Harry's repulsion and stabilize his status as a teaching assistant.

"It's done." Riddle sneered, "Harry is still too naive after all. I told him that I was just an aggregation of some of Voldemort's memories. One side...he just believed it foolishly."

"I guess it's not so simple." Dracula shook his head, "Although Potter is a bit reckless, he is still quite smart overall."

"Of course, there are other specific details." Riddle had a slightly sarcastic smile on his face, "Harry just cares too much about feelings, I just re-taught him some magic in the way I used it as a diary before. knowledge, and he thought again of his diary friend named Tom."

Dracula fell silent.

"Potter probably already regards you as a friend, Riddle." After a while, he said softly, "Since you have become a course teaching assistant at Hogwarts and have decided to turn against Voldemort, then you actually already have a relationship with Voldemort." Potter's stance on making friends."

"Don't disappoint the little wizard too much, Riddle."

Dracula looked deeply at the black-haired youth in front of him, with a calm tone.

Riddle froze for a moment, looked at Dracula who suddenly changed his tone, and suddenly realized what his problem was——

He hadn't completely changed his mind and put himself on the side of the Hogwarts staff.

Facing the naive and credulous character of the little wizards, Riddle did not correct them with the attitude of a faculty member, trying to teach them the principles of life. Instead, he first developed emotions such as ridicule and joking. Watching this scene with the mentality of watching a play.

This kind of mentality that still regards himself as an outsider is completely unpopular with Dracula.

But Dracula is different, although he often observes every move of the little wizards with the attitude of watching a play, but he still has a little bit of professionalism in him after all——

On the one hand, he had already promised Nicole Flamel to come to Hogwarts as a professor, so he naturally didn't want the students he taught to be inferior to others... This would make him lose face in front of his old friends.

This is one of the reasons why Dracula is very unhappy with the high failure rate of Defense Against the Dark Arts.

On the other hand, Dracula actually thinks this way in his heart: Isn't it enough to have a theatergoer in Hogwarts Castle?Tom Riddle is just a horcrux, why should he look at his students with the attitude of watching a theater?

So Dracula immediately suppressed Riddle.

"I see, Professor Dracula." Riddle lowered his head and said softly, "I won't let Harry down on me."

"Just understand." Dracula nodded noncommittally, then turned and walked towards the stairs leading to the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office in front of the classroom.

When he was about to walk to the door, he seemed to suddenly remember something, turned his head again, and looked at Riddle who was still standing on the podium.

"The next Death Eater massacre will be in two days, right?" Dracula asked.

Riddle was stunned for a moment, and quickly responded, "That's right, it's this Saturday night."

"By the way, Professor Dracula, Potions Professor Severus Snape is now Voldemort's most trusted subordinate. If he tells Voldemort about my becoming a teaching assistant, maybe Voldemort will become suspicious of me... ..."

"What you want is to make him suspicious of you." Dracula interrupted Riddle suddenly.

"What...?" Riddle was taken aback.

"Don't worry, in Death Eater hell, just do what I tell you

Technically, everything will be fine. "Dracula said, "trust me, the plan has been proceeding step by step..."

Under Riddle's suspicious eyes, he pushed open the door and walked into his office.

Then, the corner of Dracula's mouth evoked an extremely playful smile——

"Riddle, Malfoy, Snape...I really look forward to it, what kind of expression Voldemort will have when he learns the truth!"

……

At twelve o'clock in the morning on Saturday, the night was deep, the sky was gloomy, there was no moonlight or starlight, and the sky was pitch black.

Malfoy Manor seemed to be unable to pay for the lamp oil. There were no lights in the living room, and it was almost as dim as the night outside.

Voldemort played with his wand with fingers as long as spider legs, and walked on the thick carpet without making a sound.

Lucius Malfoy had already sent his wife Narcissa back to the bedroom, and stood alone in the living room shivering, waiting for the arrival of the Dark Lord.

"You're pretty punctual, Lucius," said Voldemort softly.His scarlet eyes stood out in the gloom, "I just don't know...if other people are as punctual as you."

He gently raised his wand, and Lucius rolled up the cuff of his left arm consciously, revealing a skull with a snake's head in it.

Voldemort suddenly exerted force, and his wand instantly poked the skull of the Dark Mark on Lucius' left arm—the Dark Mark instantly turned as bright red as blood!

Lucius clenched his teeth while enduring the burning pain of the Dark Mark and the sharp pain of being pierced into his arm by the wand.

With a burst of "bang", "bang", one after another Death Eaters in black robes apparated into the living room of Malfoy Manor and sat in their respective positions.

Voldemort pulled his wand out of Lucius' arm and looked around the long table in the living room.

Taking this opportunity, Lucius returned to his seat covered in cold sweat, and sat beside Yaxley.

"If I'm not mistaken, there is still one of us missing." Voldemort said in a very soft voice, but it made all the Death Eaters present shudder.

At this moment, a young and handsome black-haired figure suddenly appeared in the dim living room, and came to Voldemort's side.

"Sorry, I'm a step late." Riddle said softly.

"It's okay, just come." Seeing Riddle's arrival, Voldemort slowly revealed a smile, "Since everyone is here, let's start today's topic."

After finishing speaking, he couldn't wait to look at Riddle next to him, "Have you brought what I want?"

Riddle was silent for two seconds.

"I haven't got it yet." He replied calmly.

Visible to the naked eye, the smile on Voldemort's face disappeared, and his expression darkened instantly, as if it was a dark night outside.

In the living room of Malfoy Manor, there was a collective silence.

However, before Voldemort could fully erupt in anger, Riddle spoke again.

"Although I haven't got it yet, I have found the exact method." He said in a deep voice, "Now, I have completely gained Harry Potter's trust, and I have an hour alone with him every day."

"So what does that mean?" said Voldemort coldly. "Didn't you spend some time alone with Potter during your summer vacation?"