Professor The Vampire Earl of Hogwarts

Xiaohuijin District, No. [-], Privet Drive.

Harry was picked up in a flying car by Wes's three brothers, Fred, George and Ron.

Hearing Uncle Vernon howling angrily through the window, he rolled down the window happily and let the evening wind play in his hair.

Harry couldn't believe it - he was free!

"See you next summer!"

Harry stuck his head out of the window and called out to Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia, and Cousin Dudley, who stood there motionless.

Brother Wesley laughed, and Harry leaned back in his chair, mouth shut in delight.

"Harry, can you tell us what happened this holiday?" Ron asked impatiently after the car flew into the night sky. I thought something was wrong with Errol..."

"Who's Errol?" Harry asked.

"We have an owl at home," Ron explained. "He's getting old, and used to wear out delivering letters. So I wanted to borrow Hermes—"

"Who is Hermes?"

"The owl that Mom and Dad bought for Percy after he became a prefect." Fred, who was sitting in the driver's seat, turned around and said.Harry was afraid he might hit something with his car.

"But Percy won't lend it to me," said Ron, "saying he'll use it himself."

"Percy's summer vacation is very weird this year," George frowned and complained. "He asked Hermes to deliver a lot of letters, and he always shut himself in the room... I don't understand, the prefect's badge needs to be wiped." That many times...you've been driving too far west, Fred."

As he spoke, he pointed to a compass on the dashboard.

Fred turned the steering wheel.

"Then you drive the car out, does your dad know?" In fact, Harry had already guessed the truth before asking this question.

"Oh, dunno," said Ron, "he's working overtime tonight. I wish we'd slipped the car into the garage so my mum wouldn't find out. We're going to kill my dad a lot..."

Harry held a two-second silence in his heart for Mr. Weasley.

Suddenly, Ron seemed to realize something, and turned his head to look at Harry with wide eyes.

"...wait a minute, were you changing the subject just now?" he asked.

"Ah, I didn't..." Harry, whose truth had been exposed, turned his head in embarrassment, looking at the big moon outside the window.

"You're changing the subject!" Ron said firmly. "Tell us, what did you do on vacation?"

Instinctively not wanting to tell anyone about the diary, Harry hesitated, concealing Tom's role in the incident.

"I locked up my Hedwig in revenge for the Dursleys, and ruined Uncle Vernon's big business..." He murmured, "Then I was completely nailed to the room, and only Two meals, only two chances to go to the bathroom..."

"They are too hateful!" Fred clenched his fists angrily and waved them.

Scared by his actions, George next to him quickly reached out and helped straighten the empty steering wheel.

"Hedwig was locked up by them, so it's understandable for you not to send us a letter." Ron nodded thoughtfully, "But why couldn't Errol find you?"

"What? He couldn't find me?" Harry's eyes widened in surprise.

"Yeah, at first I thought Old Lake Errol was painted. It wasn't until Hermione wrote to tell me that her owl couldn't find you, that Fred and George realized something was wrong," said Ron, "It's because of this problem that we decided to come to your house secretly to see if there is anything wrong with you."

"That's right, the reason why the owl can't find you is probably because of a spell called the Avoidance Curse." George said in the passenger seat, "Fred and I used to prevent mother's yelling letter from coming to our door. I have researched this spell, but unfortunately it didn’t work.”

He showed a very regretful expression.

"It's a pretty advanced spell, and it's used by wizards who don't want to be disturbed by owls, or who don't want to be found by others," Fred said, "but if this spell appears in the Muggle community, and it's still It's been covered for a whole month, and that's not right!"

"Anyway, Fred and George were right!" Ron said happily. "If they hadn't realized they were wrong, I might not have found out you were locked up until school started."

A happy smile appeared on Harry's face.

The flying car was speeding all the way, and when the four little wizards approached the destination of the trip, a faint red glow appeared on the eastern horizon.

The rising sun gradually turned the clear and cloudless sky into a rose-like color, and this rose-colored glow seemed to indicate that a beautiful day was about to begin.

Ottery St. Catchpole Village, to--

Fred skillfully landed the car next to a dilapidated garage, and it was obvious that this was not the first time he had stolen Mr. Wesley's flying car.

Around the garage is a small yard.This small courtyard used to be a big pigsty built of stones, and later some rooms were added here and there, and the piles were as high as several floors, crooked.

No serious architect would have built a house like this, and such a crooked house is completely out of the question in the Muggle world.After all, even the Leaning Tower of Pisa can't violate physics so seriously, let alone be so different from human aesthetics!

Then there is only one answer, the house is glued together by magic...

The four got out of the car quietly, and Harry saw four or five chimneys standing on the crooked red roof, and a sign that read "The Burrow" was placed diagonally in front of the house.

"It's not very good here, Harry." Ron said anxiously, "I know the building here is... well... a bit crude, but I promise, the house will never suddenly fall down while you are sleeping!"

"What a shame!" Harry shook his head, but said excitedly, "On the contrary, this place is amazing!"

After breaking away from the prison at No. [-], Privet Drive, he felt that heaven was everywhere!What's more, this "burrow" of Weslai's family fully fits his yearning for all kinds of strange facilities in the magic world.

After hearing Harry's evaluation, the three brothers in the Wes family were very happy.

They decided to go upstairs quietly and surprise Mrs. Wesley when she called them to breakfast.

However, the next moment, Ron's introduction was stuck in his mouth, his face turned green, and his eyes were fixed on the direction of the house.

Feeling something was wrong, Fred and George turned around to look at where Ron was looking.

Mrs. Wesley came walking quickly from the other side of the yard, scaring the old hens and cocks in the yard into running away.

To Harry's amazement, Mrs. Weasley, a stocky, kind-hearted woman, could be so fierce as a grinning tigress!

"Not good," said Fred.

"It's not just bad, it's dead," George added.

Mrs. Weasley stopped in front of them, with her hands on her hips, examining the guilty faces of Fred, George and Ron one by one.

This atmosphere made Harry feel guilty, and silently lowered his head.

Mrs. Weasley wore a printed apron with a wand in her pocket.

"Okay, you three," she said.

"Good morning, Mom." George blinked and said cutely in what he thought was a relaxed and cute tone.

"Do you know how anxious I am?" Mrs. Wesley ignored him, but said in a low and heart-pounding voice.

"I'm sorry, Mom, but we have to..."

Mrs. Weasley's three sons were all taller than her, but when her anger broke out, they were all trembling, and they couldn't answer at all.

"The bed is empty! No note! The car is gone...Maybe it was a car accident, and I'm going to go crazy!" She scolded loudly, "Have you ever thought about it? I have so many children in my life, just you The three are the most worrying! Let's see how your father will deal with you when he comes back, Bill, Charlie and Percy have never had such a thing..."

Mrs. Weasley seemed to reprimand them for an hour, and Harry stood by, listening with trepidation.

During the reprimand, Fred saw that his mother had entered a state of ecstasy, and Fred quietly nudged George's hipbone with his elbow.

"George, you are 14 years old, and you are not cute at all." His lips barely moved, but the words he said were clearly heard in George's ears, "It's useless to be cute, mom Eat this. The only one who can save us now is Harry." George understood immediately, and pushed Harry's left arm on his right with his hip, startling him.

"Harry, our lives are in your hands!" His lips barely moved, but Harry heard his voice, "Now it's your turn, Harry, call Mommy Say hello and let her notice your presence."

"Mum will be very happy to see you over. She'll forget about our sneaky drive in no time..."

Harry's lips moved.

Looking at Mrs. Wesley, who was like a furious tigress, he hesitated, wondering if interrupting her lecture would aggravate her anger, and he didn't know if his face would really be that useful .

In short, he was a little cowardly.

"Quick, Harry, the sooner you divert Mommy's attention, the sooner she will let us go." George's voice sounded again.

Harry gritted his teeth and finally made up his mind.

After all, it was the three brothers of Weslai's family who rescued him from that cage, so what's the big deal about being scolded for them!

So he stood up without hesitation.

"Um... hello, Mrs. Weasley." Harry said weakly.

Harry's voice caught Mrs. Weasley's attention immediately.

"Ah, nice to see you, dear Harry," she shouted for a long time, her voice was a little hoarse, but she was completely different from the rage just now, and said to Harry very kindly, "Come, let's go in and eat Have some breakfast!"

She seemed to have forgotten about reprimanding the three boys who came to Wes's house, and turned around and walked into the house with a pleasant face.

Harry glanced at the three of Ron nervously, and found that they all gave him a thumbs up, and the expressions in Fred and George's eyes could be seen at a glance, as if they were saying to him——

"Good job!"

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Life at the Burrow was very different from life on Privet Drive.

The Dursleys like everything to be in order, but Wes's home is full of magic and surprises—

Harry was taken aback by the mirror on the kitchen mantelpiece.

When he looked in the mirror for the first time, the mirror suddenly cried out, "Tuck your shirt into your trousers, it's sloppy!"

There are still a few ghouls living in the attic of the Burrow. Whenever they feel that the house is too quiet, they howl loudly and knock on the pipe.

In addition, there are always small explosions in Fred and George's bedroom, which is considered completely normal by the Wesley family...Harry couldn't help but think that at last year's Christmas banquet, Fred and George whispered The lofty ideals discussed - they want to make a firework that can engulf the entire Hogwarts castle!

'Wouldn't really make them both successful? 'Harry was a little worried about the safety of Hogwarts Castle.

But none of the above is the most unusual place for the Wes family to come.

In Harry's view, the most unusual place in Wes's life is not the talking mirror, nor the knocking ghoul, nor the twins' bedroom that makes explosions all day long...but all of them. Everyone seems to like him!

Mrs. Weasley was kind enough to mend his old socks that were torn and Dudley couldn't fit; When you grow up, you must eat more; Mr. Weasley likes to let Harry sit next to him when he eats, and he keeps asking Harry about Muggle life, asking him about plugs and the post office ...

About a week after arriving at the Burrow, Harry received a letter from Hogwarts one fine morning.

"There's a letter from the school." Mr. Weasley said, holding several letters from Hogwarts' common owl in his hand.

Both Harry and Ron were handed a yellow parchment envelope with green lettering.

"Harry, Dumbledore already knows you are here." He said with emotion, "This man, he can't hide anything from him."

Mr. Weasley handed the letters of the little wizards to their corresponding owners, and looked at them with relief.

No one spoke for a while, and everyone read their letters.

Harry's letter told him that on September [-], he still took the Hogwarts Express from King's Cross Station and returned to Hogwarts Castle.

Attached with the letter is a list of new books for the second grade——

Standard Spells (Level [-]) by Miranda Goshawk

The Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration by Emeric Swich

A Thousand Miraculous Herbs and Mushrooms by Phyllida Spohr

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Among them, except for the "Standard Spells" written by Miranda Gosak, which has changed from the first grade to the second grade, the other bibliography is basically the same as the first grade book list, and there is nothing that needs to be purchased additionally.

But Harry's eyes widened when he saw the last line.

The last line of the book list reads——

Random Mistakes Picked From The Dark Arts: A Guide to Self-Defense by Brad Dracula

The title of this book doesn't look like a serious textbook at all, but it's more of a provocative book that rubs off on the influence of other authors. Generally, this kind of book is the least popular.

But the crux of the problem is not here.

"Professor Dracula wrote a book?" Harry looked at Ron who was sitting beside him with a blank expression.

"No way, someone as lazy as Professor Dracula actually wants to write a book?" Ron's face was no less bewildered than Harry's. None of the papers were written by him."

Hearing Ron's words, Mr. Weasley raised his head from the newspaper in his hand and frowned.

"So, you have met another unreliable Defense Against the Dark Arts professor?" He said, "Really, Hogwarts has not recruited a few reliable Defense Against the Dark Arts professors in the past few decades. professor!"

"No, Dad, Professor Dracula is the most reliable Defense Against the Dark Arts professor I have seen in the past five years!" Percy retorted after reading his letter, "He talked about it in class. , "The Dark Arts: A Guide to Self-Defense" has some problems, and this year's book may be to help us correct the problems."

"Wait, you mean... this Professor Dracula has been re-elected for the second year?!" Mr. Wesley opened his mouth wide, and the newspaper in his hand fell on his knee.

Seeing the children in the living room nodding in unison, Mr. Wesley was taken aback.

"Hiss—" he gasped, "This Professor Dracula is too terrifying. I have never seen a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor who can be re-elected to the second year in my life!"

"It's not really surprising." Mrs. Weasley, who started to clear the table, gave Mr. Weasley a white look, and said to him, "I met Professor Dracula when I attended Lockhart's tea party at Mrs. Puddiffe's teahouse. , he looks like that kind of extremely powerful wizard! More importantly, he is also very handsome!"

Stars floated in Mrs. Weasley's eyes.

"It's such a pity that I was deceived by that liar Lockhart for so many years." She said sadly, "If Professor Dracula hadn't captured Lockhart at that tea party, Dumbledore would have exposed it himself I didn't even know Lockhart was such a despicable and shameless villain for his scandalous behavior of plundering other people's memories!"

"And have you forgotten? Professor Dracula also asked us to take something with us, the crystal ball that we sent to Brown Castle when we visited Charlie in Romania!"

Mr. Wesley suddenly realized, and slapped his thigh heavily.

"So, that Professor Dracula should be terrible!" He looked at Ron and said, "In this case, wouldn't it be a good thing that he can publish a book?"

"Okay, it's really good... But I always feel that writing a book is not in line with the professor's style." Ron spread his hands.

Just then, Fred and George walked over side by side.

"Actually... the two of us know the reason why Professor Dracula published the book."

The two held their heads high and said inscrutablely.

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