The Blood Professor at Hogwarts

"Okay, nice stun spell, Mr. Diggory." Dracula praised, "Let me think about what rewards the professor should give to the students... By the way, five points for Hufflepuff!"

Dracula was very satisfied with Cedric's spellcasting.

The first student in the test possessed such a level of spellcasting, which gave him a certain degree of recognition for the teaching level of Hogwarts. At least it did not live up to the high expectations of his four best friends 1000 years ago.

Next, Dracula began to test the spellcasting abilities of the other students with great anticipation, hoping to see what surprises they could bring him.

However, the students really brought a lot of "surprises".

The more he tested, the darker his face became.

After testing a Hufflepuff student who couldn't use any spells, Dracula finally couldn't bear it.

"What did you do during the two years at Hogwarts? Huh? Did you learn how to eat?!" He said coldly.The cloak behind him was windless and automatic, and the entire Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom was filled with a terrifying atmosphere.

The little wizards were so frightened that they froze in place and did not dare to move. Some of the timid ones even burst into tears.

"Forget it, I don't want to waste time like this anymore." Dracula pointed impatiently at all the little wizards in the audience, "All of you, cast your best spells on me together!"

"The one with the most powerful spell has no homework, and the five people with the least powerful spell have doubled their homework. Come to my office at night for confinement!"

Hearing Dracula's words, Cedric stood up in shock.

"Professor, don't be impulsive! The Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is prone to accidents!"

"I'm not impulsive, I'm just too lazy to waste time." Dracula said indifferently, "The power of your spell is not even scraping for me."

For a moment, the little wizards were all stunned by his conceited words.

Only Fred and George who sat together in the classroom winked at each other.

The twins are almost overjoyed. Could it be that this year is so exciting?Is the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor about to be sent away in his first class?

Doesn't that mean that they earned twenty gold Galleons for nothing? !

Chapter 12 Talking about the Principal's Office

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"I will count down to three, and you cast the spell together." Dracula stood on the podium and said coldly, "If you don't want to double your homework or be locked up, just give me your best to release your spell!"

"Three." He read indifferently.

The little wizards were at a loss, and most of them were looking helplessly at the students in front, back, left, and right, hoping to find a united front.

"two."

Driven by the "awe-inspiring" expressions of Fred and George, they gradually made up their minds and picked up their wands one by one in a little panic.

"one."

As Dracula's voice fell, the Weasley twins, as the leaders who attacked the professor, took the lead in using their unique skills——

"Mus ad Nausea!"

The corners of Dracula's eyes twitched slightly, and he slapped the vicious snot curse back on the two of them in disgust.Fred's and George's identical noses immediately began to run profusely.

The twins looked at each other, sniffed in unison, and then started fighting, happily smearing snot on each other's clothes.

Seeing someone taking the lead, the remaining little wizards gradually summoned up their courage. They were also under the pressure of doubling their homework and confinement, and cast various spells on Dracula one after another.

Seeing this, Dracula did not dodge or evade. Instead, he spread his hands with a chuckle, even closed his eyes, and used his body to catch all the spells.

The next moment, the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom fell into silence.

"Professor? Professor?"

Seeing that Dracula hadn't moved, Cedric, who hadn't had the heart to do it just now, called out softly.

"Professor, are you okay?"

Seeing this scene, the other little wizards also started to panic.The classroom immediately became noisy.

The twins rolling on the ground wiped their snot, stopped fighting, and looked at Dracula on the podium.

"Professor Dracula, something really happened to you?" Unconcealable joy appeared on the faces of the two of them.

Hearing the chaotic voices in the classroom, Dracula, who was analyzing the strength of the little wizards' spells, frowned.

"Quiet!" He opened his eyes and tapped heavily on the desk with his pointer.

"The calculation result is out. The spell I just received does not exceed Mr. Diggory's. Diggory can skip this homework." Dracula said, "Next, the five people whose names I named will turn over the homework." Times, come to my office at night for confinement!"

Dracula pointed out the five people who did not dare to cast the spell at all, and took them aside individually for them to practice more, and they were not allowed to leave the get out of class without releasing the spell.

The task for others is to read the textbook by themselves, and to master the theoretical content of the first part of "The Black Arts: A Guide to Self-Defense" in the next class.

After arranging these contents, Dracula walked around the classroom very comfortably, quickly reading the textbooks of the students, so as to quickly understand the first part of the content that the third-year little wizard will learn, and successfully taught without textbooks.

When he turned to the Weasley brothers, Fred weakly raised his hand.

"What's wrong?" Dracula asked curiously.

"Professor, after so many spells, do you really not feel any discomfort?" He asked unwillingly with a snot on his face.

George also nodded beside him.

"Don't worry, I'll be fine." Dracula showed a malicious smile, "You guys just grab some money during this time, I'll wait for you to pay me forty Galleons!"

The twins lowered their heads in unison, with two mournful faces.

……

After class, Dracula went to the principal's office immediately.

"I think the teaching at Hogwarts is very problematic." Dracula sat casually in front of the wall covered with portraits, with a blood-flavored lollipop just sent by Honeydukes in his mouth. A student who has studied magic for two years but can't even cast a spell? Dumbledore, what do you want the four founders to think of you?"

"Professor Dracula, the students in the third grade are all wizards who have passed the final exam of the second grade. It is impossible for them not to be able to cast even a single spell."

Think, maybe your teaching style scares them. "

"That's not what I scared, but their own mentality. The students at Hogwarts are all spoiled!" Dracula bit the lollipop into pieces, subconsciously wanting to throw the candy stick out of the window .

But he immediately thought of Professor McGonagall who was sternly pursing his lips, silently withdrew his outstretched hand, and threw the candy stick to Fox's paw.

"Help me clean up the trash, Fox." Dracula stroked the golden and red feathers of the phoenix, and continued, "If there are a few more centuries, such students will not be able to survive in society after graduation."

Fox gave him a disgusted look, but because the powerful dark power of the vampire put pressure on the bird, Fox still spit out a flame and burned the candy stick to ashes.

"Professor Dracula, times are changing." Dumbledore gently adjusted his glasses, and said to the antique-level figure in front of him, "Actually, after leaving the campus, even if the wizards are not so strong, they can still live." Very well."

"Among the students I have taught alone, I can list many wizards who are not strong but have a good life-such as the famous female magician singer Celestina Warbeck, who founded the Nimbus broom Devlin Whitehorn of the company, Glenda Chitock, famous host of the wizarding radio simulcast "Magic Hour" . . . "

"In this era, everyone can always find their own shining point in different fields."

A gentle smile appeared in Dumbledore's eyes, staring at Dracula's wine-red pupils.

Dracula was silent for a moment.

"Perhaps what you said makes sense." He looked deeply at Dumbledore and said in a deep voice, "But the curse of Defense Against the Dark Arts is still there, which means that Voldemort has not completely passed away at all."

"A new round of war is not far away, right? At that time, what ability will those wizards who are outstanding in other fields have to protect themselves?"

Dumbledore froze for a moment, then sighed and shook his head, took off his glasses, and wiped them seriously.

"Sometimes, what people say about "the mysterious man is dead" is just self-deception. In fact, many people understand it, but more people forget it under self-deception." After a while, he said this.

"The decline of Hogwarts Defense Against the Dark Arts in the past few decades has indeed had a great impact on the wizarding world here."

"That's why Hogwarts needs a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor like you, Earl."

Chapter 13 Hagrid's Cuties

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After chatting with Dumbledore for a while, Dracula's mood became a little depressed.

He clearly remembered that he had originally come to the principal's office to ask questions.How come in the end, under Dumbledore's expectant eyes, this responsibility became the direction to fight for in the future?

Dracula silently labeled Dumbledore a big fool in his heart.

After the brief talk, the two went to the fourth floor through the automatic spiral staircase at the door of the principal's office, and walked together to the restricted area in the corridor on the right.

"I still can't understand why you put danger in the school?" Looking at the empty corridor, Dracula turned to Dumbledore and asked, "You put the students in danger like this?"

"Professor Dracula, you just said that Voldemort may make a comeback at any time." Dumbledore said, "In this case, I need to know his specific state in advance. School is the only thing I can always take care of." place."

"So this is actually a trap targeting Voldemort, right?" Dracula frowned slightly. "If Voldemort can also take the bait in such a simple trap, I'm afraid I will be worried about the status quo of the wizarding world."

"It's really thanks to you to make such an idiot into a big devil who dare not even mention his name."

"Don't say that, Voldemort was very smart when he was young." Dumbledore smiled, "It's just that I will keep treasures that he can't refuse in these levels. I can guarantee that even if I know it's a trap , Voldemort will definitely come for a break."

"Oh?" Dracula raised the corners of his mouth with great interest, "Is the thing used as bait very precious? Then if you take me to set up the level without any precautions, you won't be afraid that I, an evil vampire, will covet it and take it Did it steal it?"

"Professor Dracula, you don't have to say that. I believe you are not that kind of person." Dumbledore smiled kindly.

Later, he added, "What's more, you are very familiar with the things I put there, and you don't have any interest in them at all. According to Nicole, you probably wouldn't know what to do if you put this thing in front of you." Too lazy to take it away."

Dracula was stunned for a moment, so Dumbledore's bait was something Voldemort wanted, but he discarded it like a shoe...

"Did Nico lend you the Philosopher's Stone?" He frowned.

Dumbledore nodded with a smile.

"To catch Voldemort out, the price is really high." Dracula curled his lips, "I didn't believe Nicole said that you two were friends, but now that I think about it, I still say it is conservative."

Dracula really wasn't very interested in the Philosopher's Stone.

The two most famous effects of the Philosopher's Stone, refining the elixir of life and turning stones into gold, Dracula had no interest in.

He was originally an immortal life form, and he was already a little impatient to live at this time, and having fun became his only motivation to live...

As for turning a stone into gold, it is even more unnecessary.When the wealth reaches a certain level, it is just a series of boring numbers. Dracula is not interested in money at all now!

There may be many other strange effects, but Dracula has long been tired of playing with these functions during the hundreds of years of knowing Nicole Flamel.

Now, as Nico said, the Sorcerer's Stone was something he didn't even bother to take.

"Okay, how you want to use it is your business, and it has nothing to do with me." Dracula said uninterestedly, "I just want to know now, how do you ensure that no bold students sneak in?"

"If you ask me, the Gryffindor twins are a big hidden danger. Obviously, the more you ban it, the more they want to try it."