Professor The Vampire Earl of Hogwarts

On the morning of the second day of school, Harry ushered in his long-awaited first Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

In order to avoid repeating the mistake of being almost late for Transfiguration class on the first day, Harry pulled Ron up from the bed early, walked over the steps that would suddenly disappear, and was the first to arrive at the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom .

"Harry, why did we come so early?" Ron yawned on the table and complained, "If I ask you, we should sleep a little longer."

"Fred and George told me that the professors of Defense Against the Dark Arts can only teach us for a year at most, so no matter what kind of people these professors are, as long as we survive for a year, we will be fine, and there is no need to worry about them making trouble! "

"That's not true, Ron!" Harry retorted immediately, "I met Professor Dracula when Ollivander bought his wand, he is really tall and handsome, and most importantly, he is not afraid of Voldemort .Professor Dracula must be a very powerful wizard!"

Hearing the terrible name "Voldemort", Ron shuddered, and immediately felt relieved.

"I can't believe that besides you, the one who defeated the Mysterious Man, there are other wizards who are not afraid of him!" His eyes widened in surprise.

While the two were talking, another little wizard walked into the classroom with a lot of books.

It was a little witch with a mess of long, thick brown hair and a pair of large front teeth that looked like a blown-up beaver.

"Harry Potter, Ron Weasley?" Seeing Harry and Ron arriving in the classroom first, the little witch seemed a little surprised, "Why are you here?"

"You mean it's impossible for the two of us to come to the classroom early, Granger?" Ron scowled, as if he had come up with the idea of ​​coming to the classroom early.

"Oh, that's not what I meant." As Hermione said, she placed a large stack of books in her arms on the table in the first row closest to the podium, "I'm just...a little surprised. You know, It was indeed a bit late for you to arrive at the transformation class classroom yesterday."

Ron felt a little embarrassed, and retorted stiffly, "We're lost! Get lost, understand!"

Just then, Harry gave him a tug.

Ron looked up and saw a strange pale wizard wearing a purple hood entered the classroom and stood behind the desk.

"This is the tall, handsome and powerful Professor Dracula you mentioned? Why does he look so weak..." He whispered to Harry.

"I also met this professor at the Leaky Cauldron. He should be Professor Quirrell. Professor Dracula wouldn't be so stupid." Seeing Quirrell trembling, Harry said.

Afterwards, he said in a daze, "But Professor Dracula was clearly present at the opening banquet the night before yesterday, why did Professor Quirrell come to teach us in the end?"

Ron stared at Quirrell carefully for a while, then sniffled: "Harry, do you smell a very strong and fragrant smell from Professor Quirrell?"

"I smell it too, and I think I know what it is." Harry also whispered, "It should be the smell of perfume. My uncle sprays a lot of it on his face every time he goes to see clients. Although Professor Quirrell The smell on his body is much stronger than what he sprayed!"

"Why spray such an unpleasant thing? I'm about to suffocate." Ron rolled his eyes and made a retching expression.

He carried his textbooks and slipped with Harry to sit in the back row of the classroom, which made him feel a little better.

"Maybe...a man with kidney deficiency needs this kind of thing to increase his self-confidence?" Harry speculated after finally breathing.

"..."

As the little wizards came to the classroom one after another, the bell tower of Hogwarts rang the melodious class bell.

Quirrell spread out the lesson plan and stammered to the students:

"Big... good morning everyone, I'm Mr.... Quirrell. Today I'm here... to give you... a Defense Against the Dark Arts class."

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 perfume source, Chilo, 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.

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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.

The performance had just begun, but right next to a white-haired old man, several audience members hurriedly left the theater as if they had suddenly thought of something urgent.

No one noticed that a round of dark moon, accompanied by the phantoms of a few bats flying by, suddenly appeared in the vacant space that was just vacated.

As the dark moon faded, a silver-haired figure lazily leaned on the back of the luxury seat, crossed his legs, and sat down beside the old man.

"Oh, Dracula, those audiences paid to watch the show." The old man turned his head and cast a reproachful look at the suddenly appearing vampire professor, "Why did you drive them away with the Muggle Repelling Curse?" Woolen cloth?"

"Whether they pay or not has nothing to do with me. I'm not you. I have developed a hobby of watching dramas over the years." Dracula curled his lips.

Then he sat up straight, "Old guy, I'm here to ask you, is there something you're hiding from me?"

"What is our relationship? How could I hide it from you?" Nicole said innocently.

"I lent you all the Philosopher's Stones that you depend on, so you haven't kept it from me?!" Dracula couldn't hold back, and amplified his voice.

Nico was startled, and quickly arranged a magic spell for sound insulation around it, enclosing Dracula's voice inside.

Then he looked at his best friend of hundreds of years and complained dissatisfiedly:

"It's true that Albus made you guess so quickly..."

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