Hogwarts vampire professor

"You seem to admire Potter, don't you?" Dracula softened his tone and asked softly.

"It's not just me... all our house elves adore him," Dobby groaned, more tears rolling down his tattered pillowcase.

"I wish he knew what he means to us humble, enslaved people in the magical world! Dobby has not forgotten the situation when the devil who must not even be named was at his most powerful, Mr. Professor! "

"Back then, people treated us house elves like vermin...and of course they still treat Dobby that way."

Dobby said, wiping his face with a dirty pillowcase, "But in general, since Harry Potter defeated the devil who must not even be named, we elves Life has improved a lot.”

"Harry Potter survived, the evil lord's reign was broken, and there was a new beginning. For us humble house elves who thought the dark days would never end, Harry Potter Potter shines like a beacon of hope..."

"I understand this somewhat." Dracula nodded thoughtfully, "I met a house elf named Kreacher some time ago. He was not regarded as a human being by Voldemort, or even as a human being. A living creature, but just use him as a tool to experiment with magic."

"Ah!" Dobby suddenly covered his ears and groaned, "Don't say that name, sir! That's too scary!"

"Okay, go on." Dracula shrugged noncommittally, "Why do you admire Harry Potter so much, but you want to knock him off his broomstick with a Bludger and kill him?"

Dobby's behavior arouses Dracula's curiosity.

As a house elf, it was already quite strange to act without the owner's permission... What was even more strange was that he was actually verbally grateful to Harry while actually controlling the Bludger. Smash Harry's head.

"No, that's not the case! Dobby never wanted to let Harry Potter fall off his broom and die!" Dobby said emotionally, "Dobby wanted to save Harry Potter's life! He was seriously injured. It's better to be sent home than to stay here! Dobby just hopes that he will be slightly injured and then return home to rest!"

"But that doesn't seem unreasonable, does it?" Dracula raised his eyebrows, "As for the slight injury you mentioned, I think Madam Pomfrey can just treat it casually and won't let Potter go home at all. An opportunity to recuperate.”

"But...but Dobby didn't think of any other way...until today he had some ideas, but was stopped by Mr. Professor..." Dobby murmured with a sad face, "The devil who must not even be named He has come back, and it won’t be long before he will completely return to his previous strength..."

"The first thing he did after regaining his strength was to come to Hogwarts to seek revenge against Harry Potter... Dobby couldn't let Harry Potter stay here, because history was about to repeat itself, and this time the big devil I will never make the same mistake as last time——"

At this point, Dobby's words suddenly stopped.

He was stunned, horrified, and then grabbed Dracula's red wine bottle from the desk in front of him, knocked it hard on his own head, and muttered in pain:

"Bad Dobby, very bad, very bad Dobby... actually revealed the secret that the master must strictly guard..."

However, just when the red wine bottle was about to hit Dobby's wrinkled, bald head, his whole body was suddenly frozen.

"Mr. Professor, please stop stopping Dobby! Dobby has told a secret that cannot be told and must punish himself!" Dobby thought Dracula was stopping him from punishing himself.

The corners of Dracula's mouth twitched, and a few black lines appeared on his face.

"I don't want to stop you from punishing yourself, Dobby," he said angrily, "but when you punish yourself, could you please not use my treasured red wine as a weapon?"

With a casual move, Dracula took back the red wine bottle in Dobby's hand, took out the goblet and poured himself a glass of bright red wine.

After tasting the wine elegantly, Dracula's mood eased a bit, and he once again turned his attention back to this special house elf.

"It seems that your identity is not simple, Dobby." The corner of his mouth raised an intriguing smile, "You can know about Voldemort's resurrection, and you can also know where Voldemort wants to go after his resurrection-"

"In that case, the answer to the question of whose house elf are you... the range is too small."

Dracula stared into Dobby's eyes with a half-smile.

"Stop talking... wuwuwu, stop talking..." Dobby's tears fell down in big drops, "Dobby betrayed his master, Dobby is a very bad, bad house elf... …”

However, Dracula didn't pay attention to Dobby's sad mood at all, and then said in a positive tone:

"If I'm not mistaken...your master is Lucius Malfoy, right?"

Dobby's crying suddenly stopped. He opened his big bell-like eyes, horrified, and stammered for a long time without uttering a complete word.

Seeing Dobby's performance, Dracula already knew that he had guessed correctly——

"The only ones who can know the specific situation of Voldemort's recovery are the few Death Eaters who participated in the bunker meeting. It's not difficult to guess." He said casually, "And most of those Death Eaters are former We won’t know the specific situation of Voldemort until we attend the meeting, so naturally we can’t let you overhear the news before then.”

"Besides, it's too late for them to try their best to distance themselves from Voldemort. It's completely impossible for them to talk about Voldemort's restoration of strength at home, let alone reveal the news to the house elves."

"So the news about your backwardness must not have been overheard from your master."

Dracula chuckled lightly and stared into Dobby's eyes, "I'm sorry, I'm a bit blind to house elves, and I didn't realize that you were the elf who showed up in the bunker meeting room carrying the cauldron. What did I say? You might think a house elf looks familiar!"

It turned out that when Dobby was called aside by Lucius and Voldemort to punish him, before Voldemort prepared the medicine——

Because Dobby really couldn't stand the sight of Voldemort returning from resurrection, he could only quietly leave the meeting room and punish himself somewhere else.

Therefore, Dobby also missed the situation where Dracula and Riddle teamed up to trick Voldemort. He thought that Voldemort, who was sure of victory, had completely returned, and his heart was in chaos.

In order to keep Harry Potter, whom he admired, he gritted his teeth and ran away from Malfoy Manor.

Dobby was completely stunned after listening to Dracula's long words. It took him a long time to swallow hard, feeling completely hopeless.

"Dobby...Dobby can't save Harry Potter. I didn't expect that the professor at Hogwarts is actually one of the most hard-core Death Eaters..." Dobby murmured desperately, "Only the most hard-core Death Eaters The disciple was able to join that meeting, and that person was actually a dark wizard disguised as a professor."

"I suggest you rephrase it, Dobby." Dracula glanced at him, "If you say that I am a professor disguised as a dark wizard, I might feel better."

"Dobby...Dobby will not compromise with the Dark Lord's hawk like you!" Dobby looked at death with a look on his face.

"...It's really yours, Dobby, and you even scolded your master." Dracula sneered.

"Oh no!" Dobby's tears, which he had managed to stop, immediately began to fall again. "Dobby is a very, very bad house elf..."

"Forget it, I always find it a bit difficult to communicate with you..." Dracula finally lost his patience and stood up from his seat.

"Let's go directly to your master and let him explain to you!"

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At the same time, Malfoy Manor was decorated with lights——

On the trees in the garden, on the walls outside the house, on the exquisite pillars...everywhere in the manor is hung with bright, luxurious lights and bright ribbons full of festive atmosphere, even those who often hang out at the entrance of Malfoy Manor. The peacocks all had small light bulbs hung around their necks.

If an uninformed person saw it, they might think that what just passed this month was not a spooky Halloween, but a lively Christmas!

"Lucius, the Dark Lord has just left... Is it really appropriate for us to decorate the house like this?" Lucius's wife, Narcissa Malfoy asked with a worried face, "What if other Death Eaters see it?" If it is leaked, your status in the heart of the Dark Lord will probably be even more unfavorable, right?"

"Don't worry, Narcissa." Lucius leaned on his cane and walked comfortably in the spacious back garden, "The Dark Lord is gone, and I watched him burn himself to ashes with my own eyes! He will never come back within a few years."

"Besides, I'm not worried about other Death Eaters seeing this. After all... there is no room for redemption in my status."

Lucius laughed to himself, then unconsciously stared at the Dark Mark on the inside of his left arm, and fell silent unconsciously.

If Lucius, as a wallflower, decides which way to turn his head according to the blowing of various winds——

So the original wind was actually blowing in the direction of Voldemort and the Death Eaters, and Lucius was also slightly tilted towards Voldemort. After all, he was an extremely terrifying great wizard and an extremely outstanding magical genius. He even had the complete power of an entire Death Eater.

Compared to the seemingly weak and lonely Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, even a fool would not be on the wrong team!

However, until the day of Halloween, in that underground fortress, Lucius was really dumbfounded by Dracula's crushing performance against Voldemort.

The wind direction on the wall immediately changed.

Lucius immediately switched from Voldemort's side to Dracula completely, and decided that in the future, in addition to the "Pro-Deng Faction", "Pro-Ambush Faction" and "Self-Strengthening Faction", which were created by the policies of the Ministry of Magic, he would Create an additional new faction, the name is——

"Dracula's bitch 'pie'!"

Of course, "dogleg" was just a word that suddenly emerged in Lucius's mind when he was responsible for almost all the aftermath, paying bills, and easing relationships, but he didn't find any benefit at all when he was a Death Eater.

He felt that if he continued to work in the dangerous profession of a Death Eater, the head of the pure-blood family would really become like Voldemort's lackey. He could only lie on the ground and kiss Voldemort's toes all day long, and he would not be able to gain anything from himself at all. The things you deserve...

Now, thinking of the additional faction he wanted to open up about Dracula, Lucius immediately thought of the word "dogleg".

However, for the sake of his own face, he will still call this faction the "pro-Dracula faction" in a very uncreative way. Currently, he is the only one in this faction of the Ministry of Magic...

"Lucius, I don't quite understand." Narcissa Malfoy asked doubtfully, "Since you have chosen to break away from the Death Eaters, why do you still keep in touch with other Death Eaters, and even plan to Are you ready to respond to the Dark Lord’s call at any time?”

"Wouldn't it be safer for you, me, and Draco if we go directly to Professor Dracula to seek asylum?"

"You don't understand, Narcissa, it's not easy for me to break away from the Death Eaters, let alone to seek the protection of Professor Dracula." Lucius sighed and said gloomily He poked the ground with his cane, "No matter where we go, we need corresponding value!"

"Isn't the head of the Malfoy family valuable enough?" Narcissa Malfoy frowned.

"No, the head of the Malfoy family is indeed very valuable to the Dark Lord, but it is far less valuable to Professor Dracula." Lucius shook his head, "What the Dark Lord wants is to conquer the pure blood. To rule the magical world is to gain greater power! So the identity of the head of the Malfoy family is very valuable to him."

"But Professor Dracula is different - Dracula does not lack wealth at all. To him, the property accumulated by the Malfoy family for hundreds of years may be no different in his eyes than the pocket money of a poor man; and he also I have no interest in power and only find these things troublesome..."

"All Dracula wants is tons of fun!"

Lucius said in a deep voice, "And his greatest pleasure so far is to deal with the Dark Lord who is out of character for him... Because of this, I can only continue to provide him with information about the Dark Lord." To have the value of being protected!”

"But that's too dangerous... isn't it?" Narcissa said worriedly.

"It's better to have a brighter future than staying under the Dark Lord's hands. I don't want the Malfoy family to fall into my hands." Lucius changed his cane to another hand and put his arm around his wife's shoulders, "Okay. The Dark Lord is gone and it's time to celebrate. Don't get into those nervous conversations!"

"Be happy, Narcissa, at least this manor that they have occupied for a long time is finally back in our arms!"

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