The Blood Professor at Hogwarts

"Ah, Professor Dracula, don't worry." Dumbledore said with a smile, "Hagrid's cutie will drive them away without causing them too serious harm!"

"Hagrid's cutie?" Dracula looked at him suspiciously.

"A big dog, after reasonable training, will not cause harm to a little wizard." Dumbledore blinked at him, "Of course, I also counted my part."

Dracula scoffed at Dumbledore's words.

In his opinion, it is very likely that Hagrid raised a very ferocious dog, which was released by Dumbledore.

Goalkeeping in the penalty area.

Maybe this poor dog was also cast a spell by him, maybe it was the Confusion Curse, maybe it was the Forgetting Curse, in short, it didn't have too much malice towards the little wizards of Hogwarts, and it was only responsible for driving the naughty boys out. restricted area.

The two were chatting, and unknowingly walked to a door.

Pushing open the door, you enter the first level guarding the Sorcerer's Stone.

"...So this is Hagrid's little cutie?" Dracula looked up at the big dog who was sitting on the ground taller than him, and said speechlessly.

"Of course, that's true in Hagrid's eyes." Dumbledore said with a smile, "Hagrid even named it, Lu Wei."

In front of him was a dog that filled the entire space between the ceiling and the floor.

It has three heads.Three pairs of staring, round eyes filled with madness; three noses, twitching and sniffing in their direction; three drooling mouths, saliva dripping slickly from yellow fangs .

Seeing Dracula and Dumbledore enter their territory, the three-headed dog Lu Wei immediately jumped up, and the three heads roared angrily at the same time:

"Wow woof woof!"

Dumbledore and Dracula didn't pay much attention to this harmless puppy, and chatted to themselves.

"Did you know, Professor Dracula? The three-headed dog has a very magical place." Dumbledore said, "This animal will sleep when it hears music, so I think you can try to sing a song to Lu Wei .”

"So why don't you sing?" Dracula crossed his arms and glanced at him.

"Ah, you have to be considerate of an old man..."

Dumbledore's tone suddenly faltered, and he looked helplessly at the vampire professor with a young face beside him.He suddenly thought of the real age of the person next to him.

Dracula watched him with interest, waiting to hear the young old headmaster sing.

Just when the old principal wanted to change the subject, the three-headed dog Lu Wei, who could no longer bear the contemptuous attitude of the two, finally couldn't sit still, and rushed towards Dracula and Dumbledore with a roar.

"Wow woof woof!!"

Disturbed, Dracula glared at it viciously.

Dracula's wine-red pupils collided with Da Gouzi's eyes, and he immediately felt a kind of attribute suppression called the superior dark creature, as well as the fear from the depths of his blood.

Lu Wei slammed on the brakes and fell down in front of Dracula.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..." it hummed aggrievedly.

Dracula took a few steps forward, raised his hand and rubbed Lu Wei's dog's head.

"It feels good, fluffy, but a bit dirty." He turned to Dumbledore while stroking the dog's ears, "Would you like to try it, Dumbledore?"

Chapter 14 Lest the world be chaotic

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"It's almost enough, Professor Dracula." Dumbledore rejected Dracula's invitation to rub the dog's head together, and changed the subject helplessly, "Aren't you going to set up a protection level for the Philosopher's Stone?"

"That's right." Dracula nodded, as if he had found another pleasure.

"Whenever you are free, you must give Lu Wei a bath. It is too dirty now, which affects the feel." He patted the head of the three-headed dog again, and said to it, "Lu Wei, take you Moved his fat belly to the side, blocking the door."

When Dracula entered the room, he found Lu Wei standing on a trap door.It was clearly guarding something.

Lu Wei moved his body obediently, squeezed into a corner of the room, and made way for Dracula and Dumbledore to get to the trapdoor.

Dumbledore beckoned, and the pull ring on the trapdoor was immediately pulled up by an invisible force, and it opened suddenly.

It was dark and deep under the door opening.But with the vampire's excellent night vision ability, he could clearly see the situation below.

"Tsk, a devil's net was specially laid out. Professor Sprout was afraid that someone who came to steal the Sorcerer's Stone would break it." Dracula glanced at Dumbledore and teased, "Besides, I haven't learned the slowing spell. There shouldn’t be many wizards here. Perhaps this is a level specially prepared for junior wizards?”

Dumbledore smiled and said nothing, and landed lightly on the ground below the trapdoor.

Dracula gracefully fell backwards into the hole, and after a while, he floated down and lay down on a soft devil's net.

"In order to protect the infiltrators, the preparations are really thoughtful." Lying on the devil's net that dared not move because of the strong dark breath, he sighed.

Dracula stood up, and together with Dumbledore, walked along the stone corridor in front of the devil's net to the end, and he could see a brightly lit room.

The room is topped by a high vaulted ceiling.Countless little birds, as dazzling as jewels, flapped their wings and flew around the room.There is a heavy wooden door on the opposite side of the room.

"Set up a wooden door, but left the key, and even thoughtfully left a few broomsticks." Dracula looked at the magic bird in the sky and the broom in the corner, and chuckled, "Take the anti-intrusion Your protection is made into a level-breaking game, but you are really there."

After listening to Dracula's eccentric words all the way, Dumbledore finally couldn't hold back his calm facial expression, and smiled helplessly.

"Professor Dracula, I didn't know it was impossible to hide it from you." He said, "Actually, you may have guessed it, I didn't intend to use these few obstacles to keep the real intruders out. These It’s just a checkpoint to test and train students.”

"Who are you testing? Who are you cultivating?" Dracula chuckled, "If I'm not mistaken, you are for the Boy Who Lived, Harry Potter, right?"

"Sure enough, I still can't escape your eyes, Professor Dracula." Dumbledore sighed softly, "I really want to train Harry, he is an indispensable link in the process of completely defeating Voldemort."

"So I have to ask you, don't set the difficulty too high for the next level. I don't want Harry to lose his confidence because of the level assigned by his professor before he meets Voldemort."

Dracula nodded indifferently, he had hoped to learn more about the secrets of the savior.

How did a one-year-old child defeat the most powerful dark wizard in the world?Dracula was very curious about this.

The two waved their hands casually, unlocked the thick wooden door, and then passed a large puzzle board, and came to a room that still smelled of rancidity.

"There used to be a giant monster here, and Quirrell just transported it away yesterday." Dumbledore explained, "So the smell is still not very good. So trouble Professor Dracula to set up a level here!"

Dracula surveyed the empty room.

"Before setting up the level, I have a question. What kind of difficulty can a little wizard like Harry Potter pass?" He asked mercilessly, "After these few lessons, I really feel The level of spellcasting at Hogwarts is not flattering. The spellcasting ability of first-year students is probably inferior.

Close to zero, right? "

Dumbledore concealed his inner embarrassment with a smile, and changed his words to Dracula: "I believe that under the leadership of Professor Dracula, the little wizards will definitely make rapid progress."

Dracula shook his head, he had no interest in setting up a level-breaking game for children to enjoy.

"Forget it, let Quirrell give the troll a bath and then stuff it back in," he said lazily.

After all, Dracula went straight to the next door.

Dumbledore shrugged and followed Dracula's pace.

The next room consisted of only one table, on which seven bottles of various shapes were lined up.

As soon as the two of them crossed the threshold, a flame rose from behind them, sealing the doorway.

This flame is unusual, it is purple.At the same time, black flames also shot up from the door leading to the front.Trapped the two in the middle.

"Make Snape's potion a simple logic problem, didn't he really go all out with you?" Dracula looked at the roll of parchment next to the bottle, the corners of his mouth slightly curled up.

The puzzle on the parchment was not about the body temperature of the potion, but a logical question written on it, which simply put the correct choice of potion directly into the infiltrator's hands.

Dracula and Dumbledore were not very afraid of this kind of flame that was as warm as fire, so they forcibly passed through the black flame and came to the last checkpoint.

The final level contains nothing but an old rustic mirror.

The Philosopher's Stone was hidden in this mirror by Dumbledore.

The inscription on the top of the ancient mirror reads: "Erised sra ehru oy ueafru oy on ohsi", which must be read backwards to reveal its true meaning.After flipping the alphabetical order and re-hyphenating the words, a perfect sentence can be obtained: It is not your face that I show, but your desire.

Looking at this mirror, Dracula's movements paused, and a look of interest gradually appeared on his face.

"The Mirror of Erised reveals people's strongest desires - usually the fulfillment of a goal or ambition. But just as each person is unique, the Mirror mirrors each person differently." Dumbledore explained with a smile.

"So tell me, what did you see, Professor Dracula?"

Dracula was silent for a while, then chuckled.

"I saw endless fun flying towards me." Dracula said softly, his eyes moving slightly.

Dracula wasn't telling the truth.

The picture he saw in the Mirror of Erised just now was not himself, or even something concrete.

What he saw was a war sweeping the entire wizarding world, a chaotic situation.

Is this what he wants?Find fun in chaos, stir up wind and rain in disputes...

I'm afraid the world will not be chaotic!

Chapter 15 Quirrell Becoming Fun

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Harry, who had endured the unpleasant smell of perfume for a long time, immediately raised his hand.

"Bo...Mr. Potter?" Quirrell looked at him.

"Professor Quirrell, I want to know why Professor Dracula is not teaching us." Harry mustered up his courage, finished the sentence in one breath, and then looked nervously at Quirrell.

Hearing Harry's question, the little wizards in the classroom looked at Quirrell expectantly.

Among them, the girls who are keen on Dracula's appearance, and the students who are sitting near the source of the perfume, Quirrell, most expect Professor Dracula to come to the classroom.

"De...Professor Dracula?" Quirrell was stunned for a moment, and then he explained tremblingly, "He... He was very dissatisfied with the... teaching at Hogwarts after yesterday's teaching, so... let me First teach him for a few... a few days."

Suddenly there was a wailing in the classroom.

Quirrell didn't care so much, and began to give lectures conscientiously.

Of course, his so-called lecturing is to stumble and read out the contents of the textbooks and lesson plans, and he is frightened by some students' small movements under the podium from time to time.

It didn't take a class at all, and Quirrell became the laughing stock of the young wizards of the two colleges.

……

At this moment, Dracula, who let his teaching assistants have fun, is not at Hogwarts.

In Paris, in the Opéra Garnier, all the audience watched the performance on the stage attentively, smiling knowingly from time to time.