Hogwarts vampire professor

"Do you understand what Miss Granger retells to you, Potter?"

After Hermione finished reciting the contents of the spider banishing spell, Dracula asked.

"Professor, I understand." Harry nodded quickly and said, "I'm sorry to delay your lecture. You can continue."

He urged Dracula to continue teaching without leaving a trace, thinking to himself, maybe Professor Dracula would teach for a while and forget about the punishment for being distracted in class?

However, he did not realize that Professor Dracula, who was admitted to be petty, would obviously not just forget about the punishment for not paying attention in class.

"Potter, you don't seem to be doing very well in the past two months." Dracula suddenly thought of some interesting punishment methods and said to Harry with a smile, "I'm curious about what interesting things happened recently. , want to share it with everyone?”

Harry immediately shook his head in refusal.

His secret has always been hidden deep in his heart, and he has not even told it to his best friends Ron and Hermione. How could he be willing to tell this matter to his classmates from the two colleges?

"You don't want to say so? I won't force you." Dracula nodded casually.

‘When did Professor Dracula become so easy to talk to? ’

Harry was stunned for a moment.

However, Dracula's next words brought Harry's understanding of him back to its original position.

"There is still a punishment for being distracted in class. If all of you are distracted and don't listen carefully, then where will I put my face?" Dracula said casually, "I will give you two options below. You can choose either one. Choose one of them as your punishment."

"The first one: Your written assignments this semester, as well as practical assignments outside the course, will be quadrupled!"

Harry swallowed.

Professor Dracula usually doesn't assign much written homework, so doubling the homework is not difficult. The penalty for doubling the homework is the lightest, even if it is quadrupled.

What gave Harry a headache was not this, but the practical assignment——

Practical homework, as the name suggests, is homework that must be completed by hands-on practice. When used in Defense Against the Dark Arts classes, it is homework that requires fighting.

Now, Hogwarts has a dueling club hosted by Dracula, and many practical tasks are linked to the arrangements of the dueling club.

Sometimes, Dracula would ask students to complete practical assignments for Defense Against the Dark Arts classes in the duel club, for example:

Only use a specific spell during a duel, or successfully defend against the opponent's attack during a duel, or use flexible movement to dodge a certain number of attacks...

Practical assignments like this are not too difficult to complete as long as you pay more attention every day in the Duel Club, so few people will complain about it.

However, if it were quadrupled, things would look very different... In other words, every time Harry wanted to complete his homework, he had to have four duels in the Duel Club, and each one had special restrictions!

"What about the second option?" He still had a sense of luck.

"The second option... is to share in front of your classmates the reason why your recent performance in class has been so bad." Dracula slowly raised the corners of his mouth, "Remember not to make up lies to fool us. I know exactly what you said. Is it the truth or a lie?”

"I choose the first choice!" Harry said decisively.

If you had to say something so embarrassing in front of your classmates, you would definitely be socially dead, right?

This is so embarrassing...

"Are you sure?" Dracula's smile became calmer.

"I'm sure!" Harry said without any hesitation.

"Okay then." Dracula smacked his lips with regret, "I will arrange the duels for you tonight. You are not allowed to leave until the four duels are over!"

…

By the time Harry returned to his dormitory at night, he was completely exhausted.

After four high-intensity duels with others in the Duel Club, he had just finished his meal and didn't take a two-minute break before being dragged by Wood to the Quidditch pitch for another wave of Quidditch training. After the training, Harry felt that My whole body is gone...

"Harry, are you okay?" Ron looked at his best friend who fell heavily on the bed and asked with concern, "It's true Wood, you are so tired and he asked you to participate in Quidditch. train!"

Harry didn't want to move a finger. He lay on the bed and hummed in response: "I feel pretty good...at least for now, I can't die."

"Then you should take a good rest. I hope you can be as optimistic as you are today when your whole body is sore tomorrow." Ron looked at him sympathetically, "By the way, Professor Dracula said that you should turn four times in your practical assignments. How many days will it last?"

"How many days?" Harry covered his face with a pillow and wailed in pain, "Didn't you hear during class? Professor Dracula said one semester!"

"A whole semester?!" Ron jumped up from the bed, "How dare Professor Dracula say that...Does he want the first person in Hogwarts to be tired from doing Defense Against the Dark Arts practical assignments? Dead student?"

"Why would Professor Dracula care if I am exhausted?" Harry lamented, "He just wants to have his own fun, but I didn't give him the chance to have my fun..."

"Well...it's really true when you think about it." Ron's eyes showed pity, "Then please express your condolences..."

At this moment, there was a weak knock on the door of the bedroom.

"Who is it?" Ron shouted toward the door, "No need to knock, just come in!"

After he finished shouting, he complained to Harry, "I have told others many times, just open the door and come in when you come to our dormitory. There is no need to knock, and I don't know who has a long memory."

Harry didn't have the energy to reply, so he could only raise his fingers casually.

Just then, Ron's cry caught Harry's attention.

"Ginny?!" Ron's voice was full of surprise, "You shouldn't be here, this is the boys' dormitory!"

Harry struggled to raise his head from the bed and saw a little witch carrying a basket standing beside the bedroom door that had been pushed open.

The little witch, like her brother, has fiery red hair and cute little freckles on her face. She was petite and had the same bright brown eyes as Mrs. Molly Weasley.

Ginny is the youngest child in the Wes family, and she is also the most favored one. She is much more favored than Ron, the youngest boy who is bullied by his brothers and ignored by his parents...

Well, maybe even Harry, an outsider, is more favored than Ron at Wes's house.

"Hermione told me that Gryffindor girls can enter the boys' dormitory." Ginny seemed a little nervous when she came to the boys' dormitory for the first time, but she still forced herself to show a calm expression, "So I Don’t be afraid to come over and give it a try.”

"Speaking of this, I have always been very angry!" Ron said gloomily, "I don't know who made the rules. Girls can enter the boys' dormitory, but boys cannot enter the girls' dormitory. This is not fair!"

"This is because the founder of Gryffindor believed that boys are less trustworthy than girls, so he made this rule." Ginny walked into the dormitory carrying the basket and imitated Hermione's tone.

"Mr. Godric Gryffindor, the founder of Gryffindor, is a man himself. Even he thinks this way, which proves how untrustworthy you boys are!"

At this point, Harry felt that he could no longer pretend to be dead, so he sat up and leaned on the head of the bed, making himself sit in a decent posture so as not to lose face in front of the girls.

"Ginny, is it really Gryffindor who said that?" Harry asked, "I always feel that it is a bit unreasonable to set rules like this. After all, you know... I am also a boy."

"Ah, Harry, I didn't mean to say that you are untrustworthy." Ginny's face suddenly turned red as if she had just seen Harry, "No matter how bad other men are, you are the most trustworthy one! "

"Ginny, why don't you also evaluate your brother?" Ron saw that Ginny thought too highly of Harry, and he was very confident that he wanted to get the same evaluation from his sister.

"You?" Ginny glanced sideways at Ron, "Why don't you have any self-awareness, Ron?"

"Ah?" Ron's eyes widened, "What do you mean, Ginny? Why is Harry trustworthy, but I don't know myself. Who is your brother?"

Ginny ignored him and turned her back to him, looking at Harry with a rosy face.

"Harry, I heard that you had four duels with others and went to Quidditch training after the duels, right?" she asked softly.

"Well, yes." Harry was a little confused and didn't know what Ginny meant by this. "What do you want from me, Ginny?"

"Actually, it's nothing important..." Ginny's face turned even redder, almost matching the color of her hair, "It's just... I guess you must be very weak now after such a large amount of exercise, and you may need some Food to replenish energy.”

"I happened to meet Luna at the stairs leading to the basement level. She was with Rolf Scamander of Hufflepuff, so I asked Tuscamander to help me go to the kitchen to make an extra order. food."

Only then did Harry realize what was in the basket that Ginny was carrying when she came in, and subconsciously looked at the basket.

I saw that the basket was covered with a thick layer of cotton cloth, which should be used to preserve the heat of the food. The cotton cloth bulged outwards, and it could be seen that it should be filled with food, making the basket look heavy.

"I brought milk, eggs, cheese and fresh fruits. These foods are best for supplementing nutrition after strenuous exercise."

Ginny reached out and untied the cotton covering the basket, held the handle of the basket with both hands, and handed it to Harry, "Harry, can you take a look and see if it's what you like? If you don't like it, I can." Please go to the kitchen and get some others, Tuscamander."

Ginny looked into Harry's green eyes, with a worried expression on her face.

"Oh! This is too troublesome for you, Ginny!" Harry stood up quickly and said, not caring how tired he was, "Thank you so much, I like them all..."

He took the basket full of food from Ginny, and was a little surprised, because the food in the basket happened to be what he liked to eat.

Harry looked at Ginny, but found that something didn't look right on her face, "Hey, why is your face so red? Do you have a fever?"

"I...I'm fine." Ginny retracted her hand from the handle of the basket as if she was electrocuted. Her face was now redder than her fiery red hair.

Harry then noticed that in order to take the basket, he also held his hand on the handle of the basket, and inadvertently touched Ginny's hand.

"Ah, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to." He apologized quickly.

Ginny's cheeks were hot, and she seemed to be blushing so much that she couldn't speak. She just shook her head vigorously.

Her fiery red hair swayed behind her like a cluster of bright spring flowers.

"Hey, Ginny, why are you just bringing food to Harry?" Ron came over, looked at Ginny suspiciously, stretched out his hand and asked, "Where's mine?"

"You didn't fight four duels in one day, and you didn't participate in Quidditch training. Why should I bring you food?" Ginny glanced at Ron, "And don't you usually eat enough? I don’t want a fat brother.”

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When talking to her brother, her confidence as the Wesla family's favorite suddenly returned.

"Walter f..." Ron's curse words almost blurted out, but in Ginny's expression of 'I want to tell mother', she finally swallowed the curse words, "After I can beat Fred and George, , I must make them look good!”

"It's all because these two people have been making fun of me all day long, and they actually led you into trouble!" He said cursingly.

"Don't worry, you will never be able to beat Fred and George in your life," Ginny's words were like a knife stabbing into Ron's shoulder, "There are no wizards in our family who are more talented in fighting than these two. "

Ron: "..."

After Ginny left, Harry, Ron and three other roommates sat together for a late-night snack.

There was a lot of food in the basket and it was so rich that one person couldn't finish it all. So although Ginny didn't intend to bring the food to her brother, Ron still got the food with other roommates.

"Ginny has admired you since she was a child. Harry...well, in fact, there are very few little wizards in the wizarding world who don't admire you." Ron mumbled to Harry with his mouth full of cheese, " We all grew up on the stories of the Boy Who Lived.”

"But Ginny is a little different. After meeting you, the rest of us will gradually turn our childhood admiration into friendship between friends. Do you understand what I mean?" He finally swallowed the food in his mouth. , then said.

Harry nodded.

"But what's different from us is that when Ginny grew up and saw you, instead of treating you as a friend like us, she started to worship you even more." Ron said, "My mother told us that since she met you at King's Cross last year, Ginny's been talking about you all year since meeting you at the station."

"But...but I don't deserve to be worshiped like this." Harry put down the fork holding the banana pieces in his hand and said in a daze, "I have no idea how Voldemort was defeated by me..."

Ignoring the horrified expressions on his four roommates' faces when they heard Voldemort's name, he continued, "I'm just an ordinary little wizard. I can't even win a simple Quidditch match. How can I be worthy of Ginny?" How about worshiping like this?”

"Don't say that, Harry, you're number one in Defense Against the Dark Arts!" Neville was embarrassed to eat what Ginny brought to Harry, so he took a small piece of apple and gnawed it for a long time, "That alone is enough." It’s so much beyond me and I’ve always been envious.”

Harry didn't respond, just shook his head with a sad face.

Others didn't know about Riddle's diary, but that didn't mean that Harry himself couldn't recognize himself.

He always thought that he got first place in the Defense Against the Dark Arts final exam last year because of Riddle's tutoring. Otherwise, the amulet made by Professor Dracula should belong to Hermione.

"Harry, you're fine, you're the heart and soul of the Gryffindor Quidditch team!" Ron's mouth was filled with something again, and he patted Harry's shoulder while chewing and said, "Previous You are just not in good condition in this game, just win the next game and you will be fine!"

All the little wizards are very confident in Harry, after all, he is the youngest Seeker in the history of Hogwarts!

…

But things didn't go as smoothly as other little wizards expected.

Even though Harry gradually adjusted to his condition in the following terms, he still lost the next Quidditch match.

In fact, Harry himself had already anticipated this. This was because the game was between Gryffindor and Ravenclaw.

As the seeker of the Ravenclaw Quidditch team, Autumn Zhang has been involved in all of Harry's thoughts from the beginning of the game.

Because of this, the Gryffindor team, the youngest seeker in the history of Hogwarts, would look at the opposite seeker's position from time to time during the game——

It was not to observe the opponent's movements, nor to prevent the Golden Snitch from being caught near the opponent's seeker, but just to take a look at Qiu Zhang's beautiful face.

Throughout the game, as a seeker, Harry was not so much looking for the Golden Snitch as he was looking for Cho Chang...

Even with such a lack of focus, Harry actually still had a chance to help Gryffindor win the game.

Because he cared too much about Ravenclaw's Seeker, even though he had never seriously looked for the Golden Snitch, the moment Qiu Zhang discovered the Golden Snitch, he reacted instantly and drove his broom to chase after him. .

Qiu Zhang's flying speed was not very fast. Under Harry's pursuit, she quickly caught up and flew to a position shoulder to shoulder with her.

Harry hesitated, however.

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