Hogwarts vampire professor

Just when Newt and Rolf were silently condemning Dracula's gloating behavior, another laughter unexpectedly came from behind the desk.

"Pfft..."

Newt turned his attention to the white-haired old principal, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

"Albus, why are you starting to gloat too?" He asked doubtfully, "Your assistant coach here was injured. Is it so funny?"

"Ahem... I don't mean to gloat." Dumbledore forced his serious expression back, but his facial muscles still twitched weirdly from time to time, "I just thought of some happy things."

In fact, it's no wonder Dumbledore couldn't hold back his laughter.

It is really funny that the curse on the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor that has plagued Hogwarts for decades finally took effect on Tom Riddle himself!

Even though this Riddle was just a Horcrux of Voldemort and not himself, it was enough to make the old principal, who had been having a headache for a long time, happy for many days.

Newt couldn't understand Dracula and Dumbledore, who both had smiles on their faces. He shook his head inexplicably and decided to ignore these two inexplicable people.

He looked at Luo Fu again, raised his hand and hit him on the head, and stretched out a hand with a straight face:

"Now that the truth is out, let's bring it out."

"What did you bring out?" Luofu blinked his eyes and began to act stupid.

"Have you learned how to play dumb with me now?" Newt said gloomily, "You are the only little wizard who doesn't even have a chance to get close to Assistant Riddle. How could you possibly have the chance to put the poison horn on your own?" Close enough to blow through his protection?"

Luofu continued to perform, with an expression of confusion. This made Newt furious.

Newt had actually already guessed what magical animals Rolf had taken away, and he also saw the bulging pocket that he had covered with his arms from beginning to end.

So, Newt waved his wand and summoned a sheep brain specially prepared for the crouching demon from his old-fashioned suitcase.

As soon as the sheep brain left the suitcase, the curled-winged demon in Luofu's pocket smelled the enticing smell and immediately began to struggle in the pocket.

A little kid in his early teens like Luo Fe, with his thin arms and thin legs, could not hold down the extremely dangerous Winged Demon. He could only let it tear his clothes to pieces with the spikes on the outside of its wings, and then he couldn't wait to fly away. out.

"Sure enough, you secretly took this curling-winged demon away."

Newt stretched out his hand and let the Crooked-winged Demon fall into his hand to enjoy the food. At the same time, he turned his head and glared at Rolf, "Do you know how long I searched for the Crooked-winged Demon after I found out that one of the Crooked-winged Demons was missing?" Do you know how much this increases my workload?"

Seeing the Winged Demon flying out on his own, Luo Fu could no longer pretend to be dumbfounded.

He covered part of his torn robe with his hand, with part of his belly exposed, and smiled awkwardly, "Grandpa, don't I also want to go through the route you took back then?"

"Look, when you helped MACUSA arrest Grindelwald, it was the Crooked Demon who helped seize his wand. If I encounter any dark wizards, I can use the Crooked Demon to defeat them. !”

"So have you met a dark wizard?" Newt asked expressionlessly.

"No..." Luofu shook his head.

"Who did you defeat last?" Newt asked.

"Assistant Riddle..." Roof said weakly.

"And you still relied on a series of coincidences such as sneak attacks, luck, the help of other magical animals, the explosion of the poisonous horn, etc., to finally cause trouble for Assistant Riddle." Newt said with hatred, "Just At this level, do you still think you can defeat the dark wizard?"

Luofu fell silent and stopped talking.

He admired his grandfather too much, and wanted too much to be on his own and become an excellent magical zoologist like his grandfather, but he ignored his age and the time he had been exposed to magic, and ignored the law of magic growth...

"Actually, I know that you just want to prove yourself, Rolf." Newt sighed, and his angry expression gradually calmed down, "Don't worry, you will slowly grow up in a few years."

"Your future achievements will definitely not be worse than mine. When I was your age, I never got such top results as you in the exam!"

Newt knelt down, pinched Rolf's tender cheeks, and said with a smile.

"You've been at Hogwarts for a long time, and now it's time to go back to Yinfalmon and have a good class." He said seriously, "When you grow up a few years, I will let you be my assistant and guide you." You go on adventures to various parts of the world, okay?”

Luofu's eyes seemed a little moved, but he still shook his head.

"I don't want to go back to Invermorny, I want to stay at Hogwarts." He said, "You should also want me to go to Hogwarts, right, Grandpa?"

"Well..." Newt hesitated and smiled bitterly, "Stop it, have you forgotten the friends you made in Yinfamouni during the first grade? And neither Tina nor your mother can I agree to your transfer."

"Then I don't care, you can help me convince them!" Rolf said stubbornly, "I have made many friends in the more than a month I have been staying at Hogwarts!"

"And I have never seen so many magical animals in Yinfamoni like those in the Forbidden Forest and the Black Lake. I love it here so much!"

Hearing Rolf's recognition of Hogwarts, Newt couldn't help but feel a hint of joy in his eyes, but then he was filled with helplessness.

"If I agree to you staying at Hogwarts, I don't know how many more yelling letters I will receive from Tina." Newt shook his head, "You should know that I can't convince either of them."

Newt turned his attention to Dumbledore and Dracula, looking at them with pleading eyes, hoping that the two professors could help him convince Rolf to go back to school.

"Are you a second-year student at Infermony?" Dracula saw Newt's eyes asking for help, and took a few steps forward with interest, approaching where Newt and Rolf were, "But according to As far as I know, you have been in the first year of Hogwarts for more than a month."

"Because first-year students are easy to deceive..." Luo Fe said very honestly, "If I say that I am a second-year student, but no other classmates know me, then my identity will be exposed immediately. Pretend to be a second-year student." If you’re in a higher grade, you can find more excuses.”

"Really?" Dracula raised his lips, "I thought you joined the first grade specifically for Miss Lovegood of Ravenclaw!"

"Professor, I only met Luna after entering the first grade!" Luofu blushed.

At this time, the Sorting Hat suddenly made a voice:

"Look, I said he is not suitable for Hufflepuff! How can any little wizard from Badger House say that 'first-year students are easy to deceive'?"

"But our family is all from Hufflepuff." Newt frowned, "And Rolf has been very fond of magical animals since he was a child. This is also a characteristic of Hufflepuff students."

However, before Newt could finish his retort, Dracula grabbed the Sorting Hat, put it on his hand and swung it in a circle, shaking the hat dizzy.

"Ignore him, let's continue talking." He waved the Sorting Hat while looking at Newt and Rove nonchalantly, "Sometimes this hat just lifts up from time to time, just turn it around a few times."

Newt was stunned for a moment when he saw the clean, unpatched peaked hat that Dracula put on his hand.

"Wait, is this... the Sorting Hat?" He asked with wide eyes and shock, "I remember it didn't look like this when I was at Hogwarts!"

Newt hadn't noticed this yet, thinking that the hat was just an interesting alchemical product that Dumbledore had created.

After all, the Sorting Hat, which was originally tattered, dusty, and patched, has now turned into a clean, exquisite top hat with few wrinkles and no patches. It is really far from Newt's memory.

He turned to look at Dumbledore, "Albus, can anyone really give this hat a bath?"

Bathing the Sorting Hat has actually become one of the biggest goals for Hogwarts students, but no one has ever been able to do it.

Basically, everyone who wants to clean the Sorting Hat is easily dismissed. Either they are led away by the Sorting Hat's nonsense, or they are changed by the Sorting Hat's magic...

Few people know that the Sorting Hat is a magic hat that stores the magic power of the Four Giants, and its magic level is quite good.

Only a being like Dracula, who is respected and feared by the Sorting Hat and is also very powerful, can effortlessly change the image of this antique hat.

"Is there anyone who can give the Sorting Hat a bath? I think you can ask Professor Dracula." Dumbledore laughed. "Professor Dracula cast a cleaning spell on the Sorting Hat last year and also repaired it. I patched it up and made it like new.”

"Speaking of which, after seeing dirty and tattered Sorting Hats for so many years, I'm really not used to seeing this clean and neat hat this year," he said.

"But I'm used to it." Dracula shrugged. "When Godric first wore this hat, it looked like this. Who knows how this hat has tortured itself in these thousand years? Such a person looks disgusting to others!"

Dumbledore and Newt both smiled helplessly.

They just remembered that this Defense Against the Dark Arts professor was clearly from the same generation as the four founders. It was completely understandable that they would not be used to a brand new hat turning into a dirty one.

While talking, Dracula had fainted and woke up several times with the Sorting Hat twirling in his hand.

It woke up again, immediately opened the gap in the brim of its hat, and begged Dracula for mercy in an intermittent voice:

"Earl... Sir, I was wrong... I... shouldn't... be nosy. Can... can you... put me... down?"

Dracula glanced at the Sorting Hat in his hand and threw it up casually.

The Sorting Hat spun in the air for two seconds and landed right on Rove's head, covering his eyes.

"Didn't you say that little Scamander is not suitable for Hufflepuff?" He leaned against the cabinet next to him and looked at the Sorting Hat on Rove's head with interest. "I'll give you this opportunity to make a judgment. Which college is he more suitable for?"

"By the way, remember not to talk nonsense. If you dare to bring up Azkaban Academy again, I will burn you immediately."

Dracula snapped his fingers.

A cluster of white flames appeared on his fingertips, causing the Sorting Hat, who had been chattering just a moment ago, to instantly become silent.

Hat decisively stopped fainting and quickly switched to working mode.

"Well, let's see, it's difficult, very difficult..." The Sorting Hat said a lot of clichés as always, while using Legilimency to observe Rolf's character, he muttered quietly.

"Is this what my grandfather once said about the sorting ceremony at Hogwarts?" Rolf's eyes were covered by the wide brim of his hat, and he asked curiously, "It seems to be better than the four moving withers in Yinfa Mori. It seems much more interesting!”

Newt walked to Dracula with some worry and looked at the new Sorting Hat and his grandson.

"Professor Dracula, after all, Luofu is a student of Yinfa Morni. Is it too hasty to let him go through the sorting ceremony?" He asked in a low voice.

"What's wrong?" Dracula glanced at him, "Let alone a student. To be honest, I was a little curious about which founder I would be more compatible with, so I wore the Sorting Hat to let him Give me a hospital."

"Then what?" Newt also became interested, "I hope you can be assigned to Hufflepuff."

At this point, Dracula's face suddenly stiffened, and Dumbledore laughed at the same time.

"Newt, don't think about it." Dumbledore couldn't help laughing. "Hufflepuff was the first one to be eliminated by the Sorting Hat."

"Yes, I can probably think of it." Newt also laughed, "So which house was Professor Dracula assigned to by the Sorting Hat in the end? The other three houses seem to be possible. I personally prefer Slater. Forest."

Dumbledore glanced at Dracula with an enigmatic expression.

"None of that," he said.

"No?" Newt was confused, "Besides these four colleges, how else can it be divided into other places?"

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"You'd never guess it," Dumbledore said with a smile, "It's actually Azkaban."

"What?"

"Professor Dracula was sorted into Azkaban Academy!" Dumbledore laughed loudly, "I don't know if I remember correctly, but it seems that because of this incident, Professor Dracula avenged his personal revenge and the Sorting Hat was washed away. clean!"

Dracula's face darkened.

"That's it, you don't need to say any more." He said to Dumbledore and Newt with a dark face, "It should be almost time for the Sorting Hat to determine Mr. Scamander's house."

The three of them then looked at Rove's position again, but Dumbledore couldn't hide the smile on his face, and Newt still had some doubts on his face.

At this moment, the Sorting Hat suddenly opened the crack on the brim and shouted loudly——

"Hufflepuff!"

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