Hogwarts vampire professor

Although there were only three days of classes in the first week of school, Harry still felt that he had spent an extremely difficult week.

On his first day at Hogwarts, he encountered an accident. The partition wall between Platform 9 and Platform 10 was blocked, making him unable to take the Hogwarts Express. I finally thought of driving to the castle, and even crashed my car into the Whomping Willow. I was beaten by the Whomping Willow for a long time, and even lost Mr. Wesley's car...

If Mr. Weiss had not sent a letter to Ron later, saying that they had done a great job, and the Weiss family had received a luxury car called a "Rolls-Royce" from Professor Dracula as a blessing in disguise, I am afraid that Harry would have Feeling even more guilty.

On the second day after school started, Ron received a shouting letter from Mrs. Weasley. He was also locked in a soundproof cover by Professor Dracula and was shaken to pieces by Mrs. Weasley's huge roar. white.

Not only that, even after several days, Hedwig was still angry with Harry about the disastrous flying car trip, and feeding him several packages of jerky did not ease the tense relationship. In order to take revenge on Ron for driving, Hedwig even almost caught and eaten his pet rat, Scabbers.

If Scabbers hadn't been smart enough to notice Hedwig's malicious look in time and got into Ron's pants in fear, I'm afraid the pet rat Ron inherited from Percy would have turned into the pet rat that fell in front of Snape that day. Indescribable things...

Ron and Harry had a fight over their beloved Scabbers.

These are all small things. The most painful thing is Professor Dracula's Defense Against the Dark Arts class. Harry and other young wizards are miserable about it. They never want to experience that feeling of having all their magic power and physical strength drained out of their bodies again!

Not only was Harry's first week very difficult, Ron's first week was even worse.

After Ron hit the Whomping Willow with his car, the old wand he inherited from his family was broken.

However, the impoverished Weasley family did not have enough galleons to buy Ron a new wand. In other words, even if the family had money, Mrs. Weasley would definitely refuse to buy a new wand for Ron, who had made a big mistake. wand.

Ron had no choice but to tape up the wand himself with magic tape, thinking he could make do with it for a semester.

But if just a bit of tape works, what does the wizarding world need a staff maker for? Ron's wand was obviously not back to normal, crackling and emitting sparks from time to time.

Especially in the Charms class on Friday morning, when Ron recited a spell, the wand suddenly flew out of his hand and just hit the short Professor Flitwick between the eyebrows.

Professor Flitwick let out an "ouch", and a big green bump immediately bulged out between his eyebrows, beating loudly.

For this reason, Professor Flitwick rarely deducted points from Gryffindor.

As for the nightmarish Defense Against the Dark Arts class, needless to say, the wand in Ron's hand caused him a lot of trouble. He couldn't even use the simplest spell.

In view of this situation, Dracula was very "careful" about Ron, and would cast a small spell on him from time to time for punishment, forcing Ron to use his tattered wand to cast spells...

Due to these sad circumstances, Harry and Ron were glad to have finally made it to Friday night.

The two of them lay on the bed exhausted, and immediately fell asleep, preparing to sleep for a long time, and completely recover from the grievances they had suffered in the past half week in their sleep!

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Harry was awakened early in the morning by a burly figure. He originally wanted to sleep for a few more hours and sleep until noon.

"What...what happened?" Harry narrowed his eyes and said in confusion.

"Quidditch training!" said the burly man, "get up!"

Harry rubbed his eyes and reluctantly half-opened his eyes to look at the sky outside the window, wondering if he had slept for too long and lost track of time.

Outside the window of Gryffindor's dormitory, a thin layer of mist enveloped the pink and gold sky, and crisp birdsong could be heard outside.

"Oliver," Harry glanced dissatisfied at the burly young man beside him and found that he was the captain of his Quidditch team, Oliver Wood. "The genius has just begun to shine. Did you see the wrong time?"

"I got the time right!" Wood's eyes flashed with fanaticism.

"This is part of our team's new training plan. Come on, take your broomstick and follow me." Wood said eagerly, "Other teams haven't started training yet, and we are going to die. They defend our Quidditch championship trophy!"

"Oliver, why do you have so much energy..." Harry looked at Wood's fanatical eyes in disbelief, "Can it be that even Professor Dracula's perverted Defense Against the Dark Arts class can't calm you down? ?"

"I have to admit that Professor Dracula's class is indeed very painful." Wood's eyes were a little scared, but paradoxically there was a sense of comfort.

"But after the pain, just yesterday when I was practicing Quidditch, I found that my endurance has obviously improved a lot! God, this is greater than my improvement last year!" He said, "So I We have discovered that only extreme exercise can bring us greater improvement. From now on, our Quidditch training must be in line with Professor Dracula's Defense Against the Dark Arts class!"

Looking at Wood's solemn expression, Harry was horrified to realize that he was not joking at all!

"Oliver, I want to ask you a question..." Harry swallowed, "Are you really not masochistic?"

Wood: "..."

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After all, Harry didn't say anything to Wood and decided to follow his decision and go to Quidditch training.

He yawned, his legs still had not recovered from the actual combat training in Defense Against the Dark Arts class, and he climbed out of bed, trembling slightly, and started looking for his team uniform.

When Harry arrived on the pitch, the other players from the Gryffindor team were already in the dressing room.

He was very fortunate to see that only Wood was fully awake in the locker room. Fred and George didn't seem to have recovered from the ordeal of Defense Against the Dark Arts. They sat there in despair, with puffy eye circles and disheveled hair.

The female players next to them, chasers Katie Bell and Angelina Johnson, sat across from each other and yawned repeatedly.

When Wood saw that everyone was present, he held up a large diagram of a Quidditch pitch, with lines, arrows, and crosses in various colors drawn on it. He took out his wand and pointed it at a point on the board. The arrows squirmed on the board like caterpillars.

In front of the sleepy Gryffindor players, Wood began to explain his new tactics. In fact, no one could listen at all.

More than an hour later, amid the grunts in the locker room, Wood, who was intoxicated with his own tactics, clapped his hands.

"That's the overall strategy!" He finally said, "Do you have any other questions?"

"Snoring... snoring..."

"I'm sorry you didn't listen to a word of the tactics I worked so hard to tell you, right?!" he said angrily.

"It's not that I didn't hear a word..." Fred rubbed his sleepy eyes and raised his head from Angelina's shoulder, "I still heard one sentence - 'The overall tactics are like this. ', how about it? Am I repeating it correctly?"

Seeing the disapproving expressions of the team members, Wood was a little unhappy.

"Look, guys," he said grimly, "we managed to win the Quidditch trophy last year with a little bit of luck and sheer strength. That's pretty good!"

"But this year our task is even more arduous. The strength of other teams will not remain unchanged. We must work a hundred times harder to defend our championship in the end!"

"That's it, now let's put the new theory into practice!" Wood said loudly, grabbed his broom and took the lead out of the locker room.

And his team members yawned and followed behind with numb legs...

However, this week, Harry seemed destined to be unlucky.

After they finished explaining the tactics, not long after training, a group of Slytherin Quidditch players wearing green robes came to the door.

There is a custom that has been passed down for hundreds of years in the magic school Hogwarts, that is, when a lion and a snake meet, they will inevitably fight!

Sure enough, the two teams fought immediately after meeting.

Wood thought he had reserved the pitch, and Marcus Flint, captain of the Slytherin Quidditch team, took out the note signed by Snape——

"I, Professor S. Snape, give permission for the Slytherin team to train on the Quidditch pitch today to train their new Seeker."

He read proudly to the note.

Then the Gryffindor players discovered that second-year Draco Malfoy had become Slytherin's new Seeker.

And he didn't become a Seeker by relying on his own strength, he relied on his rich father, Lucius Malfoy——

Lucius donated seven of the latest Nimbus 2001 broomsticks to the Slytherin Quidditch team, and sent Draco to the Slytherin team through the power of krypton gold.

Of course, the Slytherin team began to laugh at the old Sweeping Seven-Star No. 5 broomsticks in the hands of the Gryffindor players, while Hermione, who was watching the game, sharply mocked Draco Malfoy for joining the team with money.

Draco was very unhappy about this and cursed the most unpleasant word -

"No one asked you, you stinking little mudblood," he said viciously.

"Mudblood", a vicious word used to describe Muggle-born wizards, completely detonated the battlefield, and the Gryffindor wizards roared and rushed towards the opposite side.

Flint had to stand in front of Draco to prevent Fred and George from jumping on him.

Ron, who had come to watch Harry's training with Hermione, reached out angrily, pulled out his tattered wand from his robes, and shouted: "You will pay for it, Malfoy!"

Furiously, he thrust his wand out from under Flint's arm and pointed it at Malfoy's face -

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"Slug-vomiting charm!"

In extreme anger, Ron thought of a curse that Fred and George had taught him, and he used the powerful Slug Curse...

...and hit himself unerringly.

A huge explosion resounded throughout the stadium, and a green light shot out from the back of the wand, hitting Ron in the abdomen, causing him to stagger and fall to the ground.

"Ron! Ron! Are you okay?" Hermione squatted down and asked worriedly.

Ron opened his mouth to say that he was fine, but no words came out. Instead, he belched loudly, and several fat slugs came out of his mouth and landed on his lap.

Seeing this scene, the members of the Slytherin team collapsed with laughter.

Flint laughed so hard that he couldn't stand up straight, using Nimbus 2001 to support the ground. Malfoy fell to the ground laughing, pounding the ground with his fists wildly.

The Gryffindors had worried looks on their faces and gathered around Ron, but no one wanted to touch him as he kept spitting out big, shiny, sticky slugs.

"Fred, George, you are his brothers, help him to the school infirmary." Wood patted the Wesley twins heavily on the shoulders and said to them.

"What...Captain, I think it would be good to let little Luo Luo lie here." Fred glanced at Ron with some disgust, and took a small step back, "If he covets him all the way to the castle, The school infirmary is upstairs, maybe he will vomit slugs all over the place, wouldn't that give Snape a chance to deduct points from our academy?"

"Ron, hold on, you can do it!" George and Fred kept moving forward and backward, and also took a small step back, giving Ron a thumbs up, "Well done, Ron, at least you can We know that you learned the curse we taught you!"

Looking at Ron's two unreliable brothers, Harry gritted his teeth and walked to Ron's side first.

"We'd better take him to Hagrid, that's the closest." He looked at Hermione and said.

Seeing this, Hermione nodded bravely, and together with Harry, suppressing her nausea, she grabbed Ron's arm and pulled him up.

Fred was right, Ron really vomited slugs all over the place. Fortunately, the Quidditch pitch was located far to the north of Hogwarts Castle, not too far from Hagrid's shack.

Harry and Hermione carried Ron and rushed to Hagrid's shack very quickly, leaving a long, sticky trail on the ground...

Just when they were standing at the door of Hagrid's shack, raising their hands to knock on the door, a silver-haired figure suddenly opened the door and walked out.

Harry and Hermione were overjoyed to see the visitor.

"Professor Dracula, Ron has been hit by the Slug Curse, can you help him get rid of it?" Hermione asked hopefully.

Dracula looked at the three little wizards in front of him with some surprise, and then glanced at Ron with interest.

"Of course, this counter-spell is actually very simple." He raised his hand casually, ready to lift the curse from Ron.

At this moment, Ron couldn't hold back and spat out another shiny slug, which happened to land on Dracula's shoes.

The air became quietly quiet.

Dracula stopped raising his hand.

"I suddenly forgot the counter-curse of the Slug Curse," he said coldly.

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