Hogwarts vampire professor

The new semester has begun, and with it comes news about Nico Flamel.

"You mean... the black energy left behind by Haierbo is almost exactly the same as the composition of Obscurus?" Dracula looked at the bronze mirror with the phoenix in relief in front of him and said in surprise.

Le May's old and thin face appeared in the bronze mirror. At this time, his normally amiable and smiling expression looked extremely solemn.

"It is indeed true." He said, "Whether it is from the perspective of the magic power reserves or the characteristics of the two energies, we can find that the two energies have very similar characteristics."

"I don't know if anyone else has had the idea of ​​comparing these two energies before, but at least in the past six hundred years, I have never seen the energy produced by dark magic items like Horcruxes. It is too rare. .”

"Compared to Horcruxes, Obscurans may be more well-known, but they are also less common. Wizards who have the opportunity to observe the energy characteristics of Obscurans are even rarer..."

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Flamel looked at Dracula's eyes through the bronze mirror, "So I guess Newt may be the first wizard to discover the similarities between these two energies!"

Dracula frowned slightly.

He held the phoenix embossed mirror in one hand and pushed open the front door of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom with the other hand, looking at the young wizards sitting upright amid the melodious ringing of the class bell.

"In this class, you will study by yourself. You will read the book and review what you have learned before. In the next class, you will take a class test." He said to the little wizards.

Then, Dracula slammed the classroom door with a bang and returned to the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office along the stairs connected to the classroom, leaving only the little wizards in the classroom looking at each other.

"Hey, Potter, come on Wes, does Professor Dracula often let us study by class?"

Rolf Scamander, who had been moved from first grade back to second grade by Dumbledore, was sitting in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom and asked a pair of Gryffindor classmates next door.

"Just be lucky, Scamander." Ron quietly glanced at the front of the classroom, making sure that the classroom door was completely closed, and then said to Rove with confidence, "Professor Dracula rarely lets us Self-study, if he is taking a self-study class, something else must have aroused his interest and made him too lazy to attend class."

"You just came here, so you may not realize how cruel Professor Dracula's class is. You are really lucky to have a self-study class in the first period of the new semester!"

"Are Professor Dracula's classes so cruel?" Looking at Ron's cautious expression, Rolf was a little confused. "Are you overreacting? I heard my grandpa say that Professor Dracula is very powerful?"

Rolf has only attended the Defense Against the Dark Arts class taught by Riddle so far at Hogwarts, and has not listened to Dracula's class.

Not only the classroom, but after Dracula gave himself a holiday very willfully, even the duel club he hosted was in a state of suspension. Rove also had not seen the "grand occasion" of the club, so he did not I understand Ron's caution very well.

"That's because you haven't participated in Professor Dracula's physical training!" Harry also turned to look at Rolf and whispered to him, "Now that Professor Dracula is back, the Duel Club should be reopened, you can Come and see it.”

"Believe me, as long as you participate in the devil training of the Duel Club, you will never forget the horror of Professor Dracula!" He assured Rove, patting his chest.

"Harry, Ron, it's class time now!" At this moment, Hermione, who was sitting in the front row with disheveled hair, turned around and scolded in a low voice with a serious look on her face.

Harry quickly picked up the quill and pretended to study.

Ron, on the other hand, was a little more irritating. He lengthened his tone and responded in a drawl:

"Got it, He-min-!"

After Hermione turned around, Harry and Ron came together again and whispered again in a lower voice...

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After returning to the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office, Dracula thought for a while and felt that he couldn't explain clearly through a mirror, so he simply teleported directly to Paris.

51 rue Montmorency, Maison Flamel.

As a dark moon quietly emerged, Dracula's figure appeared in the living room of this house that had experienced more than five hundred years of vicissitudes.

As soon as Dracula walked out of the dark moon, he walked to the left wall of the living room with familiarity and opened an old and simple door.

Inside this door is a studio. There are many things in it and it looks a bit messy. However, if you look closely, you can find the special order.

There is a cabinet in the studio, inside which are stored large and small glass vials and tubes. An open padlocked book with a phoenix embossed engraved on it stands close to the edge of the cabinet.

The open page of the book is connected to the phoenix embossed bronze mirror in Dracula's hand. An elegant frame on the page is connected to the mirror, showing Dracula's figure and the scene inside the studio.

"Nico, how did you come to that conclusion?"

Dracula put away the bronze mirror and walked quickly to Nico Flamel's side.

At this time, Flamel was sitting on a chair next to a workbench, looking solemnly at the table filled with complex alchemical items.

"Brad, come here." He glanced at Dracula and pointed to an alchemical scale with a metallic luster placed on the workbench. "You should know the use of this scale. It can analyze two differences between different types of substances."

"Yes, I know." Dracula nodded, "As long as the volumes of the two substances are the same, this scale can distinguish the difference in magic power, quality, and ingredient content."

"It seems that you haven't forgotten all the alchemy skills even after sleeping for a hundred years." Even though Flamel's expression was still a little solemn, he still couldn't help joking to his old friend.

"Don't worry, I have a very good memory." Dracula shrugged, "Hurry up and demonstrate your results to me. Logically speaking, I should be in class now!"

"You came here while class was still in class?" Flamel glanced at Dracula in surprise, but the next second he nodded understandingly, "Oh, if it's you, that's normal?"

He picked up a glass bottle next to the scale, used his wand to pick out a wisp of black mist from the bottle, and placed it on the left end of the scale.

After the black air entered the scope of the scale, it seemed to be immediately shrouded in a magical force, unable to escape from the balance tray, which had only one flat surface.

At the same time, the left pallet of the scale slowly sank.

"This is what you sent here, the black gas generated during the resurrection of Haierbo collected from Mount Olympus." Flamel said.

Then, he closed the lid of the glass bottle and picked up another test tube, which also contained a black mist-like object.

"This is the sample of the Obscurus that I asked Newt for," Flamel introduced to Dracula. "However, although the Obscurus has lost its host, it still retains a shallow consciousness, and there is still the possibility of riots."

"In order to prevent the Obscurus from rioting, I could only ask Newt to calm down its emotions, and then collected a very small amount of samples very carefully. The samples here are all."

In order to prevent waste, he very carefully used his wand to pick up a wisp of mist-like object sampled from Obscurus, and immediately asked Dracula to help cap the test tube, and then placed the sample on the right side of the balance. on the side tray.

Then Flamel turned the top knob of the scale slightly.

There were several different letters engraved on the knob, and he turned one of the letters, "w," for "weight," toward him.

The high pallet on the right side of the scale gradually descended, while in contrast, the pallet on the left slowly rose.

Eventually, the two pallets stopped at nearly the same height.

"The quality of the two samples is basically the same," LeMay said.

Dracula nodded, stretched out his hand and changed the direction of the knob on the scale for Flamel.

Now, the "m" representing "mana" is facing forward.

The trays on the left and right sides floated up and down slightly for a moment, and finally retained almost the same height.

"Among these two samples of the same volume, the magic power content is basically the same, right?" Dracula asked in a deep voice.

"Yes, and more than that." Flamel nodded slightly and turned the knob to the other direction...

In the end, Dracula saw on this alchemical scale that the samples on both sides were almost the same in terms of quality, density, toughness, magic content and other aspects.

This can completely prove that the black gas produced by Haier Wave and the fog-like object in Obscurus are exactly the same energy component.

"Have you discovered the reason for this?" Dracula asked with some confusion. "Other than the fact that they both belong to the category of black magic, I don't see any similarities between the two."

"It's not clear yet." LeMay shook his head and said, "It's a pity that there are no more samples of other energies, otherwise we might be able to analyze the connection between them."

Dracula supported his chin with two fingers, looked at the samples on both sides of the scale, and frowned slightly.

Although these two different energies are both black, and although they are both gaseous or mist-like objects floating in the air, their shapes and appearances are quite different——

The black gas produced during the repeated resurrection of Haierbo is a kind of gas. If we have to use other substances to describe it, we can only say that it is roughly similar to the black smoke emitted from the chimneys of Muggle factories.

The black mist of Obscurus is different.

The black mist in Mogu Ran's body is often wrapped by a layer of transparent oily substance. After cutting open this shell, you can find that the black mist inside is not just mist, but the black particles in it sometimes condense together to form floc. object.

Therefore, the difference between the two substances is fairly easy to identify using just the naked eye.

However, under Newt's keen observation, its deeper energy forms were discovered. After being weighed on Flamel's alchemical balance, it was discovered that the two substances, which were originally unrelated, were indistinguishable!

Seeing that Dracula was deep in thought and silent for a long time, Flamel took action first, preparing to receive the two hard-won energy samples into the corresponding glass bottles and test tubes.

"Wait, don't accept it yet."

Dracula suddenly spoke.

The wand that had lifted up the black energy stopped in the air. Flamel paused and turned to look at Dracula.

"Any new discoveries?" he asked.

"I want to do another set of comparisons." Dracula looked at the alchemical scale in front of him and said softly.

He moved his left hand that was resting on his chin, and stretched out his long and white index finger to the left tray that Flamel had emptied.

A ball of blood-red energy condensed at Dracula's fingertips and poured out onto the tray on the left.

Without the support of the sample, the left tray, which had been raised high, slowly lowered as the blood-red energy expanded, until it remained at the same level as the right tray.

Dracula retracted his index finger from the side of the tray on the left, his expression unusually dazed.

Flamel looked at the alchemical scale in shock, only to find that the volumes of energy on both sides of the trays were exactly the same!

"This is……"

"This is the purest dark energy in my body." Dracula said softly.

He stared blankly at both ends of the scale, raised his hand and glanced at his fingertips, and slowly expressed his conclusion.

"It's actually like this... Are all the energies belonging to darkness the same substance?" Dracula murmured.

Flamel hesitated and put his wand to the right side of the scale.

"We haven't done all the comparative examples yet, so we can't draw conclusions just like this." He said, "Try replacing Obscurus with Haierbo's black gas."

The black mist floating around the tip of the wand that had not yet been put into the glass bottle was placed on the tray on the right. Immediately, the black mist extracted from Obscurus was picked up from the tray by Flamel's wand.

The scale shook slightly for a moment due to the energy changes on both sides.

As time passed, the shaking became smaller and smaller.

Eventually, both ends of the scale stop at the same level.

"Indeed, Brad, the dark energy in your body is almost the same as the black energy of Haierbo." Flamel took a deep breath and said slowly.

"So... all different types of dark energy are actually the same substance. Is this what you mean?" Dracula asked with a frown.

"Probably." Flamel smiled softly, "If this is really the reason, then this experiment we conducted does not seem to have any other practical significance other than adding a paper definition to the theory of black magic. ”

"Maybe." Dracula curled his lips noncommittally, "Now I want to know even more, what is the reason why dark energy comes from the same source?"

"It's hard to answer such a broad question, Brad." Flamel said with emotion, "But it doesn't seem to be a problem for you. Your time is almost unlimited, and you will be able to figure it out one day. .”

"Similarly, if you really want to understand this matter, then the life that has always made you feel boring will seem to have another meaning." Flamel chuckled.

Dracula shook his head slightly.

His eyes were extremely deep, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

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The night in the Scottish Highlands is like being dyed with ink by a brush, and the sky and earth are covered with each stroke.

A cold winter moon slowly outlines its shadow from the sky.

On the east side of Hogwarts Castle, there is a whomping willow tree that was knocked down by two naughty little wizards last semester. It has recovered under the careful care of Professor Sprout, and its branches are swaying in the cold wind. , seems to be dancing some trendy dance.

The cold wind knocked on the windows of the castle, making the window glass sway and make a clanging sound.

Two identical little wizards with fiery red hair passed by the swinging window, chatting playfully with their dark-skinned roommate about various interesting things today.

"Lee, have you heard that Professor Dracula gave students a day of self-study class today!" George looked enigmatic and put his arm around Lee Jordan's shoulders.

"Really?" Lee Jordan asked with a black question mark on his face and an expression of disbelief on his face, "Professor Dracula disappeared for so long and just came back to teach self-study to his classmates?"

"Of course it's true." Seeing Lee Jordan's suspicious expression, Fred said unhappily, "Don't you still trust our two sources of information?"

"That's not what I meant..." Li Jordan quickly waved his hand and explained, "I just didn't expect Professor Dracula to do this. Is he impatient with the teaching and starting to mess up?"

Even though he had never dealt with Dracula shamelessly like the Wesley twins, Lee Jordan still had his own understanding of his Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

In fact, after more than a year of getting along with each other, almost every student at Hogwarts has a certain understanding of their Professor Dracula. They all understand several characteristics of Dracula -

First, Professor Dracula is very, very strong, and at his weakest, he cannot be any weaker than Principal Dumbledore, because the old principal seems to have no way to deal with the professor's various willful behaviors;

Second, Professor Dracula is very lazy. If he can lean against a wall, he will never stand. If he can lie down, he will definitely conjure a bed for himself;

Third, and most importantly, Professor Dracula is boring and is only interested in interesting things.

Based on what the young wizards discovered in more than a year, they realized that Professor Dracula's coming to Hogwarts to teach was probably just an act of fun. One day, the teaching job would not give him enough money. Attractive, he will probably abandon his students and leave Hogwarts very willfully...

This is why Lee Jordan believes that Dracula has become impatient with the lectures.

"By the way, do you think tonight's duel club will be held on time?" Lee Jordan asked, "I haven't participated in Professor Dracula's devil training for two months. It's a good thing in theory, but I feel a little strange for some reason. Do you miss me?"

"I guess you just have an itchy skin and a beating will be all you need." Fred said with a smirk, "I can help."

Lee Jordan's already dark complexion turned even darker. He kicked Fred on the butt. After being easily dodged by Fred, his expression looked a little depressed.

"We think Professor Dracula will not leave so easily." George was a little more reliable than Fred and answered another question from Lee Jordan, "When we first started last school year, I made a bet with Professor Dracula!"

"Professor Dracula bets that he can teach us until we graduate. If he just leaves, won't those Galleons belong to us completely?"

At this point, George beamed.

"Forget it, I know I can't get anything out of asking you two." Lee Jordan gave the twins a middle finger and continued walking forward, "Let's go, we'll find out when we get to the auditorium that the Duel Club won't be open yet. "

The three of them walked into the tall door of the auditorium together.

The dueling platform in the middle of the auditorium was erected for the first time in a long time, and Dracula's tall figure was standing in the center of the stage.

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