Professor The Vampire Earl of Hogwarts

Dumbledore thoughtfully attached a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor accident statistics form with the letter of appointment, put them on the desk together, and pushed it in front of Dracula.

Dracula picked up the long list and read with great interest:

"Defense against the Dark Arts professor's accidental statistics - killed by a wild boar, blown to death by his own spell during class, starved to death after getting lost in the castle, tripped over his left foot and fell to his death on the podium after his right foot... "

"Hehehehe... Not many people can even leave this position alive." Dracula laughed with interest, showing two sharp side teeth.

"Cough cough."

Dumbledore looked at Dracula who was full of interest, and quickly coughed twice as a reminder, and pointed him to the "cause of death" of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at the back.

Dracula moved his gaze away, and then suppressed his smile.

On the parchment it was written——

"Listening to students telling jokes, laughing for half an hour and then being laughed to death."

"..."

He threw away the accident statistics form, held the letter of appointment in front of his eyes, and signed his name casually.

"Okay, besides the cause of their death, is there anything else you need to know about being a professor?" Dracula asked Dumbledore.

"Since you agree to apply, we will be colleagues in the future." Before even answering Dracula's question, Dumbledore couldn't wait to stand up and shook hands with him eagerly, "Everything that needs to be prepared is in the letter of appointment Finished writing, as for the teaching content, you need to consider it yourself."

"I think the legendary Count Dracula should be very good at black magic 'defense'?"

Dumbledore accentuated the word "defense", as if emphasizing that this course was Defense Against the Dark Arts, not teaching the Dark Arts.

"Don't worry, Mr. Principal." Dracula waved his hands casually, and walked towards the window of the principal's office.

After walking two steps, he turned back again.

He took the blood-flavored lollipop from Dumbledore's hand, then returned to the window of the headmaster's office, and jumped down...

Dumbledore glanced at the open window and couldn't help but spread his hands.

Afterwards, he looked at the letter of appointment on the table and smiled cheerfully.

"Nick, thanks to you, Hogwarts can recruit a reliable Defense Against the Dark Arts professor this time!"

Dumbledore happily took out a phoenix embossed mirror that was very similar to Dracula's bronze mirror, and said to the mirror.

As for the resume with the name of Quilinus Quirrell in the corner of the desk, he subconsciously ignored it.

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London, Diagon Alley.

With a blood-scented lollipop in his mouth and a list of items attached to the letter of appointment in his hand, Dracula looked boredly at it.

"It's really troublesome to be a professor and need to prepare a wand."

Although he complained so much, in order to experience the fun of teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts, Dracula could only go to Ollivander's wand shop in the depths of Diagon Alley.

The development of the magic world is as slow as ever. Except for a few small shops and the signs of the shops have become more dilapidated, the structure of Diagon Alley seems to be the same as it was 100 years ago.

And Ollivanders is, as always, the best wand shop.

However, Diagon Alley seemed to be a bit lively today, with many people rushing towards the Leaky Cauldron.

Dracula's wine-red pupils moved, and he looked deep into the crowd.

He saw a group of wizards chatting and even bowing to a child with tattered round eyes in curiosity and awe.

And the thin little wizard was at a loss, he could only try his best to take care of everyone's emotions, and kept shaking hands with them, just like a doll that could be manipulated by others.

Seeing this messy scene, Dracula suddenly lost interest, turned around and continued walking towards Ollivander's wand shop.

Accompanied by the tinkling of bells, Dracula came to this small and dilapidated shop. Seeing the surrounding environment covered with thin dust, he frowned without showing any trace.

Hearing the arrival of the guests, an old man with pale eyes and pale skin walked out silently.

"Good afternoon," he said softly.

After seeing Dracula, his expression became a little puzzled:

"Strange, really strange..."

Dracula was a little impatient with this cryptic and time-wasting behavior, and looked at him expressionlessly.

The obscure dark power fluctuated secretly, and the red and black cloak moved without wind.

Ollivander was taken aback, and he didn't dare to keep it any longer, and hurriedly continued: "This gentleman, it's like this, I remember every wand I sold, every one of them."

"But I don't recall ever selling you a wand. Perhaps you bought your wand from another wandmaker?"

"No, I haven't bought a wand before." Dracula crossed his arms and stared into Ollivander's light eyes. "I'm going to buy my first wand."

Ollivander seemed taken aback, and asked incredulously, "Have you never used a magic wand since you were a child?"

"Used it, but not very used to it."

The technology of making magic wands is only a few hundred years old, and Dracula has long been used to casting spells without a wand, and using the vampire's natural magic to fight and live.

If he hadn't played with someone else's wand for a while out of curiosity, he probably wouldn't even know how to use a wand.

Now, if it weren't for teaching students, Dracula would probably never have the idea of ​​buying a magic wand in his life.

"Oh, then you missed one of the greatest art in the world." Ollivander couldn't help but said, but seeing Dracula's unkind expression, he immediately changed his words, "Of course, everyone has The freedom to choose whether to use the wand or not!"

With that said, he took a wand from the shelf and stuffed it into Dracula's hand,

"Straight-grained pine, unicorn tail hair, fourteen...etc!"

Before he could finish the introduction, Ollivander snatched the wand back from Dracula's hand in a panic, and quickly maintained it.

"How could this be, I can feel this wand trembling!" He said in disbelief.

Dracula shrugged.

No way, unicorns are not compatible with dark creatures like vampires, and an ancient vampire like him will have a serious impact on unicorns.

After maintaining the wand with the unicorn tail hair core, Ollivander became much more cautious.

He tried various wands with dragon heartstrings and phoenix feather cores for Dracula, but none of them could adapt to his magic power. Using these wands was not even as comfortable as casting without a wand.

"Forget it, don't try any more."

Repeating the same action non-stop, Dracula, who had been trying out the wand for a long time, was already bored to the extreme.Seeing that Ollivander wanted to go upstairs to get more wands, he flatly refused.

With a "bang", a thick black wooden board was smashed by Dracula on the ground of Ollivander's wand shop.

"Just use this wood and build me a new wand!"

Holding his own coffin board, Dracula said.

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