Professor The Vampire Earl of Hogwarts

"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——

"MucusadNauseam!"

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.

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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 a single spell." , it’s possible that 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, the 'mysterious man is dead' that people say 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."

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