Hogwarts vampire professor

Facts have proved that this year's Assistant Riddle is indeed more popular with the little wizards than Assistant Quirrell from last school year.

But the students not only welcomed the handsome assistant Riddle, but also harbored a mixture of love and hate...

"Professor Dracula, go take care of Assistant Riddle!"

"That's right, Professor! Assistant Professor Riddle seems to be a different person today. It's terrible!"

Two almost identical voices sounded next to Dracula, pitiful, as if he had been wronged in some way.

Dracula put down the newspaper in front of his eyes, looked up at the two clumps of fiery red hair, and suddenly couldn't help laughing——

Fred and George, the twins recognized as troublemakers in Hogwarts, now completely lost their usual mischievous smiles and looked aggrieved.

Their faces were bruised and swollen, and there were two huge symmetrical dark circles on the two identical faces.

The Weslay twins who came to Dracula now looked exactly like two poor little wizards who had been bullied and came to complain to their teacher!

"Professor, it's okay if you don't come to help us, but you still laugh at us!" Fred's expression became even more aggrieved and he shouted loudly.

"That's right! Professor, if you don't help us seek justice, you will no longer be our favorite professor!" George agreed angrily.

Dracula laughed dumbly, looking over the shoulders of Fred and George, towards the duel stage set up in the center of the auditorium.

Today is the day after Halloween, a Monday, and the first day after the holiday that normal classes and duel club gatherings resume.

The Halloween decorations and scenery have not yet been removed, and the auditorium is still filled with a strong Halloween atmosphere. Many huge pumpkin lanterns are arranged around the auditorium, grinning at the little wizards.

Dracula was lying comfortably in the largest jack-o'-lantern, holding a newspaper that had just been confiscated from the little wizard's hand. He looked past the Wesley twins who were standing in front of the pumpkin's big mouth and looked towards the center of the auditorium——

At this time, Riddle looked very excited on the stage.

One by one, he called up the little wizards who were in fourth grade and above, and "taught" them one by one on their dueling skills.

It may not be appropriate to use the word "pointing" to describe Riddle's actions... because rather than teaching, it is better to say that he is using the fighting power of the students at Hogwarts to adapt to the weapon he has just acquired. Body.

Riddle became more and more energetic and excited as he fought, but the little wizards were miserable...

Riddle, who had just gained a body, had not yet mastered the use of his body. He could not cast spells freely, and he had no idea how to use his body.

Therefore, just like Fred and George, many little wizards were beaten with bruises and bruises, which greatly increased the workload of Mrs. Pomfrey, the head nurse of the school infirmary, and also made the little wizards in fourth grade and above complain endlessly. …

"So the dark circles around your eyes... were caused by what kind of spell Riddle used?" Dracula turned his attention back to the Weissla twins in front of him and asked with interest, "These dark circles... The eye circles are quite interesting, but they don’t look like the effects of a magic spell.”

"You're right, Professor!" Fred stamped his feet, looking filled with indignation, "When we went on stage to receive 'instructions,' Assistant Professor Riddle thought we were too weak. Not only did he let the two of us go on stage together, he even Put away your wand and fight us with your bare hands."

"Yes, as your outstanding students with quality and morals, of course we must fight in a fair and just duel!" George took over and said, "So we resolutely rejected Riddle's conditions as an assistant teacher."

"Then Assistant Riddle attacked us without following duel etiquette and beat us with his fists." Fred said angrily.

"Professor, there is no physical contact in the duel field, but this is the rule you told us." George said with a sad face and sniffed in frustration, "What Assistant Riddle did was a naked contempt for the duel rules!"

Dracula listened to Fred and George's accusations with interest, and quickly completed the whole story in his mind——

Most of what Fred and George just complained should be fine. As fourth-year students, it was normal for the two of them to be called by Riddle for "pointing"...or rather for sparring.

However, Riddle may have felt that he couldn't show his strength with these students and wanted to have some excitement, so he asked the twins, who worked well together, to try to test more of his strength.

Unfortunately, Fred and George together could not satisfy Riddle's needs, so he put away his wand and used these two little wizards to hone his physical fitness.

Not only does the magic power of the new body need to be adapted, but the physical strength also needs to be adjusted.

Dracula knew the twins Fred and George very well and knew that of course they could not be as good and moral as they said. When they encountered something good like Riddle putting away his wand and fighting with them, the two of them could only be overjoyed, pick up their wands and rush forward...

Of course, facing a master like Riddle who can cast spells silently without a wand, even without a wand, the Weslay twins would not be able to defeat him.

So the two of them each received a fat beating from Riddle...

"Assistant Riddle's behavior is indeed a bit unjustifiable." Dracula nodded in agreement, "Don't worry, I will vent your anger on your behalf."

He stood up from the jack-o-lantern, chuckled and patted the twins on the shoulders.

Fred and George looked up at Dracula in disbelief, expressions of extreme surprise on their faces.

In fact, they were just angry for a moment, so they came to Dracula to complain, but in their hearts they didn't think that Professor Dracula would really be so kind and would vent his anger on their behalf.

"Are you telling the truth, Professor?" Fred asked still in disbelief.

"How are you going to help us vent our anger, professor?" George also asked.

Dracula looked at the two big dark circles on their faces and raised the corners of his mouth playfully.

"Don't worry. I will personally have a duel with Assistant Riddle to help him get a good workout..." He said with a smile, "In addition, I will also cancel his position as a temporary duel assistant. How can you take the lead in violating duel rules?"

After hearing Dracula's way of venting his anger, Fred nodded with satisfaction.

"Professor Dracula, you are still our favorite professor!" He gave a thumbs up.

However, George next to him was keenly aware of something amiss, and asked in a low voice: "Professor Dracula, Professor Snape is not here today... If Assistant Riddle's dueling assistant position is cancelled, who will be the one to give him the job?" Where are we training?”

"Do you still need to think about this? When they are not here, of course I will train you!" Dracula's smile became more playful, "When the time comes, you will join the entire academy together, and I will personally train as your duel opponent. Your dueling skills!"

Fred and George's eyes suddenly enlarged, with extremely frightened expressions in their eyes.

"No, Professor!

"

"Professor, you can't do this!

"

However, Dracula had already been intrigued by Riddle's fighting style. He ignored the crying Weiss twins and walked straight to the duel stage in the center of the auditorium.

The newspaper in Dracula's hand was thrown into the air casually, and illuminated by the flickering candles in the jack-o'-lantern, several large characters on the cover were revealed -

"Azkaban was attacked by an unknown dark wizard and has been successfully repelled by the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic!"

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The newspaper continued to fall and fell gently into a thin old hand.

That hand placed the newspaper on the table, gently held a pair of half-moon glasses on the bridge of his slightly crooked nose, and smoothed the long white beard on his face under the glasses.

"Professor Dracula, I heard that you had a great time at the Duel Club today?" Dumbledore stroked his beard and looked at the silver-haired figure sitting on the window edge of the principal's office with a smile.

"It's not bad," Dracula curled his lips, obviously not very happy, "I just hope they can get up on time for the first morning class tomorrow."

"I hope so, otherwise Minerva and the others will have to complain to me again." Dumbledore smiled and then asked, "How is the current status of Tom Riddle's Horcrux?"

"It's weaker than I thought," Dracula shook his head and said, "Voldemort's resurrection potion did not allow Riddle to gain the power that belonged to the Dark Lord, but it probably solidified his power level to what it was when he was about sixteen years old. Phase one.”

"But it seems that Riddle has integrated well, and there is still the possibility of continuing to grow. He used the method of fighting with the little wizards today to get used to his new body, and he has made great progress."

Dumbledore nodded slightly, but his expression was slightly hesitant.

After a moment, he asked softly: "Professor Dracula, do you think... our plan is still going on as planned?"

"Of course." Dracula turned to look at Dumbledore, "Are you worried that I'm not doing my job properly and don't care about the plan we made?"

"That's not true." Dumbledore shook his head, "I'm just not sure...forget it, it would be great if we can proceed in an orderly manner and according to the plan."

"Did you read today's Daily Prophet?" he asked.

Dracula glanced at the newspaper in Dumbledore's hand and sneered coldly.

"Tsk, tsk, the unknown dark wizard attacked Azkaban and was repelled by the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic..." He curled his lips indifferently, "What a good way to divert the topic, this so-called official report."

"Actually, it's understandable." Dumbledore said expressionlessly. "The Ministry of Magic did not want to cause panic among the public, so it did not release information about Voldemort. What's more, Voldemort was indeed defeated by Professor Dracula. It should be short There is no possibility of recovery within this time.”

"Don't you want to cause panic?" Dracula sneered again, "Tsk, do we have to wait until Voldemort is completely resurrected before giving the wizards in the magical world a surprise?"

Then, he turned his head and glanced at Dumbledore, "I clearly remember...the Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement and the Director of the Auror Office were both on the island of Azkaban. They had to see Voldemort with their own eyes. So did the two of them." Same opinion?"

"That's not true. Amelia and Rufus want to announce the information about Voldemort's resurrection." Dumbledore said, "But the current Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, does not want this news to be leaked. It is already very difficult to maintain the current stability, and he does not want other risks to arise while he is in office."

"Cornelly Fudge, the Minister of Magic who was called a fool by Voldemort, right?" Dracula chuckled.

"Professor Dracula, there is no need to say that..." Dumbledore smiled helplessly, "Cornelius... well, he also has his own merits that can be learned from."

"You want to learn how to cover your ears and steal the bell?" Dracula leaned on the window frame of the principal's office boredly, looking at the sparse stars in the night sky outside the window. "If I guess correctly, those Death Eaters who were sent to the Ministry of Magic also did not Not many of them have been actually sentenced, right?"

"As you expected, Professor Dracula." Dumbledore sighed, "Most of those people are pure-blood wizards who have been donating to the Ministry of Magic for a long time, and their family power is also quite large in the Ministry of Magic. Distribution. Connelly would not be willing to offend such a large number of purebloods..."

"In addition, those Death Eaters all insisted that they were controlled by the Imperius Curse and had no knowledge of this operation. Fudge was also happy to find excuses to let them go, and they hit it off."

Of course, what Dumbledore did not say was that Fudge and many related personnel from the Ministry of Magic took the opportunity to extort those purebloods and made a lot of gold galleons.

"Sure enough, your wizard's regime is still so uneasy even after hundreds of years." Dracula smiled casually and jumped down from the window sill, "But it's good for our plan. just."

Fudge's behavior was just right for them.

It can just enough protect Snape and Malfoy, the two undercover agents within the Death Eaters, so that they will not be punished by the Ministry of Magic and do not need additional help from Dracula and Dumbledore, so they can be better protected. Their true identities continue to lurk in the Death Eater camp.

"Did Snape get enough rest these past two days?" Dracula asked.

"Don't worry, Severus can go to class as usual tomorrow." Dumbledore smiled knowingly, "He is very determined and will not waste too long because of a Cruciatus Curse."

"That's good." Dracula nodded slightly, "As you wish, Mr. Principal, our plan can proceed step by step."

"I hope Voldemort won't keep me waiting too long."

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