Hogwarts vampire professor

Soon, the last day of the semester arrived.

In the Gryffindor common room, the little wizards looked longingly at the window in Gryffindor Tower specially designed for owls to enter and exit, waiting anxiously for the announcement of the final exam results.

At Hogwarts, final exam results for each year are announced on the last day of term.

The day after the results were announced was the day when the little wizards took the Hogwarts Express home.

It is obvious that after receiving their report cards, some little wizards will have a very happy summer vacation, while others will cry and be severely beaten by their parents.

Each college issues transcripts differently.

In order to let the little wizards experience the tension of the ordinary wizard level exam in advance, Professor McGonagall, the dean of Gryffindor House, usually sorts out the scores of the little wizards and gives the transcripts to owls to deliver to each child. In the hands of the wizard.

Although Harry was a little worried about his grades, among the young wizards, he was actually one of the most open-minded.

After all, he had not been able to listen to the required courses this whole semester, and most of his homework was done, so he would not be surprised at all if he failed several subjects.

In addition, as the so-called parents, the Dursleys obviously don't care about Harry's grades in magic school, so unlike other young wizards who need to worry about punishment from their parents if they fail in exams, he has no other worries at all.

Compared to Harry, Ron was obviously much more nervous.

Not only because he would have to face Mrs. Weasley's stern eyes when he returned home, but he was also worried that his sister Ginny, who had just arrived at Hogwarts, would laugh at him because of his grades.

In order to relieve Ron's pressure, Harry decided to chat with him for a while to distract him.

"Ron, how do you think you did in this exam?" he asked softly.

"Don't mention it, I think my history of magic will definitely fail." Ron covered his face and said with a painful expression, "Except for a pervert like Hermione, who would remember what is written in the "International Wizarding Convention of 1289" The specific content..."

At this point, Harry nodded empathetically.

He didn't know the content of this part at all, so he left this question completely blank on the test paper.

Now seeing that Ron didn't answer this question, Harry felt sad for him, but also felt relieved.

"Don't be too nervous, Ron. At least you must have done well in other subjects, right?" Harry felt that his gloating mood was a bit inappropriate, and hurriedly continued to comfort him, "I remember you were with Hermione all day before the exam. I’m going to the library to review!”

"They're all just so-so." Ron said with a despairing expression, "You must not know what I did with the Expansion Charm and the Shrinking Charm in the Charms Exam..."

"My wand is too bad. I must ask my mother to buy me another one when I get home... Of course, the premise is that my final exam results are not too bad, otherwise even a spanking is good."

Harry glanced at the wand in Ron's hand, which was covered with magic tape and almost broken in two, and he couldn't help but feel sympathy in his eyes.

"Aren't you already accustomed to this wand?" Harry asked, "When I was training at the Duel Club, I remember that you were already able to use this broken wand proficiently?"

"Let me think about what you told me... Oh, by the way, you told me that as long as you can control the amount of magic power, you can successfully duel with this tattered wand!"

Having said this, Harry couldn't help but admire Ron's perseverance.

He didn't know whether they were randomly grouped or assigned specifically for fun, but Harry thought it was the latter. Professor Dracula often put Ron and Seamus Finnigan, two problematic elements, in a team.

Seamus is a blasting wizard. In his hands, any kind of magic spell can be turned into an amazingly powerful blasting spell; while Ron is a self-destruction expert. As long as he is not careful when using this wand, he will be killed. It will put a curse on yourself.

But under the high pressure given by Professor Dracula in the dueling club, these two people actually developed a dueling method suitable for them.

Seamus took advantage of the fact that any spell he used was likely to explode. In duels where opponents were randomly assigned, people who were not familiar with him often looked down upon his innocuous spells, only to be thrown in the face by an unexpected move. In front of me, the wand that seemed to be carrying a powerful blasting spell was in a very awkward situation.

Ron learned the method of controlling the amount of magic power mentioned by Professor Dracula. The magic spells he usually used deliberately limited his magic output, but during the duel, he would often increase the amount of magic power unexpectedly, and then Turn the wand upside down, causing a large amount of concentrated magic power to burst out from the tail of the wand, instantly defeating the opponent!

In this way, these two people formed a dueling style that is difficult for anyone to copy. They can be called the two strange flowers of the dueling club.

However, such a strange girl from the Duel Club failed again in the final exam of the Charms class.

"During the exam, I was really too nervous." Ron said sadly, "As a result, I accidentally failed to control the amount of magic used, and a shrinking spell hit myself from the tail of the wand..."

"Harry, you don't know how embarrassed I was at that time. The wizard robe on my body shrank to a size smaller than a child's clothes. It almost strangled me and suffocated me!"

"Fortunately, Professor Flitwick saw something was wrong and helped me resolve the spell in time. Otherwise, I might have become the first wizard to be strangled to death by his own spell during the exam..."

"Then you are really... ill-fated." Harry covered his mouth, trying not to laugh out loud, and trying to make a sympathetic expression on the surface.

"By the way, Harry, do you think you can still get first place in Defense Against the Dark Arts this time?"

Ron didn't care whether Harry was suppressing a smile. He suddenly thought of something and asked with great interest, "I don't know where you went by yourself before. You may not know very well. During that time, Harry Min’s most difficult lesson is Defense Against the Dark Arts!”

"Look at Hermione's unwillingness. She is afraid that you will take first place in Defense Against the Dark Arts again and once again break her monopoly of being the best in all homework!"

"There's no way I'm going to get first place this time." Harry smiled bitterly and shook his head, "I haven't paid much attention to lectures this semester."

"Have you forgotten the punishment Professor Dracula gave me this semester? Every time I have to fight four duels in the duel club before I can leave...this is all the result of me being distracted in class."

"It's true, your mental state is really not quite right this semester, whether it's in class or in Quidditch matches." Ron pinched his chin and said, "But didn't you fully adjust in the end?"

"I still remember the game before the exam. It took you five minutes to catch the Golden Snitch! Didn't you see Malfoy's expression at that time? It was as if he had eaten a fly!"

Ron held his belly and laughed.

Thinking of Malfoy's funny expression at that time, Ron was no longer nervous at all, but Harry became a little lonely.

"But I still figured it out too late..." Harry sighed, "Gryffindor originally had a great chance to win the second championship this year, but because of my performance, we were not even able to win the finals. None of them went in."

"Don't blame yourself too much, Harry, everyone is out of shape sometimes." Ron now began to comfort Harry in turn, "And the Quidditch Cup was won by Hufflepuff in the end, so for us It’s not unacceptable. As long as it’s not Slytherin!”

"I really didn't expect that even Hufflepuff people who are usually only interested in food can work so hard to compete for the Academy Cup."

"After winning the Quidditch Cup, Hufflepuff's score surpassed that of Slytherin House by a little bit in a short period of time. Then those little badgers seemed to be crazy, despite Snape's targeted deduction of points, and fought hard Earn points like you are risking your life..."

"Really, it feels like Snape didn't deduct points from Gryffindor in those days, and just picked Hufflepuff to deduct points, but in the end it wasn't as fast as they earned... Haha, I just let Sproul Professor Te won the Academy Cup that she hasn’t touched in a long time!”

"Indeed." Harry nodded in approval, "I never found Hufflepuffs to be so powerful before."

In fact, Hufflepuff is a seriously underestimated house.

Normally, it seems that the little wizards of Hufflepuff are relatively Buddhist and do not attach much importance to honors such as the Academy Cup and do not compete for them.

In addition, the Hufflepuff common room is very close to the Hogwarts kitchen, and the little badgers go to the kitchen from time to time for extra meals. Therefore, the proud purebloods in Slytherin often look down on the people of this college and think that they They are all losers.

But on this day, the little wizards of Hufflepuff saw the opportunity to win the House Cup, and the house with the largest number of people among the four houses finally showed their fangs.

There are a large number of Hufflepuff wizards working hard to add points to the college in all aspects. Even though the courses for this semester have ended, they still do not miss any opportunity to add points, and even knock on the office doors of various professors to give Professors volunteer.

Of course, our Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is also responsible for this.

Dracula was happy to see Snape deflated, so he called together a large group of Hufflepuff wizards who came to volunteer, and asked them to sort out the results of the test papers that Riddle had corrected for him, and then fill them in on a The parchment was sent to Professor McGonagall, who produced the final version of the transcript.

After completing this uncomplicated task, Dracula generously gave ten points to each little wizard who came to work, instantly making up for the points deducted from Snape's hard work all day long. Come back.

In the end, with Dracula's happy attitude and the tacit understanding of the other deans, Sprout led Hufflepuff to win the very rare House Cup after many years!

"Harry, do you still remember, when Snape and Professor Sprout shook hands to celebrate, the awkward expression made me laugh to death!" Ron laughed excitedly.

Harry recalled Snape's expression at the end-of-term dinner and smiled happily.

At this moment, a sound of flapping wings came from the window high in Gryffindor Tower.

Harry and Ron's playful expressions instantly calmed down as if they had been splashed with cold water, and they suddenly looked up.

Several public owls from Hogwarts Castle each carried a thick stack of parchment and flew into the Gryffindor common room from a high window, delivering these report cards that the young wizards were both looking forward to and hating. Throw it on the fireplace in the lounge.

"Why can't we light the fireplace in the summer? Then we might have a chance to burn these damn report cards." Ron complained secretly.

However, no one cared about what Ron said at this time. All the little wizards' eyes were focused on the piles of parchment, with various emotions such as hope, desire, hatred, shrinkage, and escape in their eyes.

As the prefect of Gryffindor, Percy volunteered to step forward and untie the parchment ropes for the little wizards, and distributed the report cards to each corresponding little wizard.

Hermione pounced on him early and snatched away her transcript with quick eyes and hands.

She unfolded the delicate parchment, glanced at her results nervously, and showed a satisfied look when she saw the entire row of "O" (outstanding).

But when she proudly moved her eyes to the notes behind the results of a subject, the satisfied expression on her face immediately collapsed.

"What's wrong with you, Hermione?" Ron came to Hermione's side at some point and asked curiously, "I think you're about to cry. What's going on?"

He glanced at the long row of "o"s on Hermione's transcript and raised his eyebrows, "Isn't this pretty good? They are all excellent!"

However, Hermione didn't appreciate it at all. She glared at him fiercely, put away her transcript, and returned to the dormitory angrily.

"What's wrong with Hermione?" Harry came over at this time and asked Ron with some confusion, "Did she fail the exam? This doesn't look like her."

"But I think she did very well in the exam. Every subject is followed by an 'o'." Ron scratched his head, "It can't be that she did too well in the exam and there is nothing new..."

At this point, he was suddenly stunned for a moment, and then took a breath of cold air.

"Wait a minute, I may know why Hermione is unhappy!" Ron said loudly, while patting Harry hard on the shoulder, "Quick, Harry, get your transcript!"

Harry was stunned, and then he understood what possibility Ron had thought of.

"Isn't this possible?" He opened his mouth in disbelief.

By chance, just when the two of them thought about this too whimsical possibility, Percy came over with two pieces of parchment.

"Harry, Ron, your transcripts." He handed over two pieces of parchment.

Without even bothering to look at his own results, Ron grabbed Harry's report card, pointed his finger down the row of results, and finally stopped at the subject of Defense Against the Dark Arts——

Defense Against the Dark Arts: o (Remarks: First place in grade)

Although there is no grading system, the top results at Hogwarts are often marked out specifically, so as to give the little wizards an incentive to compete for the top spots.

"Harry, you really won first place again!" Ron jumped up suddenly, "I knew you could do it!"

Even though he had guessed part of it from Hermione's performance, Harry still widened his eyes when he actually learned about his results.

"I...I'm not dreaming, are I, Ron?" he asked in disbelief.

Ron immediately slapped Harry hard on the shoulder, "Do you still think it's a dream?"

"Hiss... It's indeed not a dream, but you're too harsh." Harry grinned and rubbed his painful shoulder, complaining.

In addition to the unexpected surprise of Defense Against the Dark Arts, Harry and Ron also passed all other exams, but most of them were "A (eptable pass)" that had just reached the passing line.

The two little wizards, who thought they would fail the exam, were quite satisfied with this.

Harry finally breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that the last few days of asking for Assistant Riddle to make a surprise attack were of great use.

What surprised Harry most was that he actually passed Snape's Potions exam.

Potions, a long-term experience-based course, cannot be successfully learned in one or two days of sudden preparation for exams. If Harry fails to pay attention in this class like other subjects, coupled with Snape's hatred, , I’m afraid it’s unreasonable even if I don’t fail the exam.

Fortunately, it was precisely because Snape had to criticize Harry in every class that he could not lose focus in Potions class like he did in other classes.

Even so, Harry still doubted that Dumbledore had intervened to prevent Snape from going out of his way to get in trouble with him.

During this term, Snape's attitude towards Harry was quite frightening——

Every time Snape saw Harry, a muscle next to his thin lips twisted unpleasantly, and he kept flexing his fingers, as if he wanted to grab Harry's throat.

As everyone knows, Snape is well aware of Harry's lack of form this semester.

More than ten years ago, Harry's father, James Potter, looked at Lily Yin Vance with the same expression as Harry during this period. Harry's expression reminded Snape of his lost youth and true love. …

Therefore, he couldn't stand Harry who looked exactly like James Potter in every place except his eyes.

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In a blink of an eye, it was time to take the Hogwarts Express home.

Harry, Ron, Hermione, Fred, George and Ginny occupied a separate compartment in the carriage. They made full use of the last few hours of magic allowed before the holidays, playing "Crackling Explosion" wizard cards and setting off Fred and George struggled to pull out the last few fireworks and practiced disarming each other's weapons with magic.

By now, no one among the young wizards here was more skilled in using the disarming spell than Harry.

"Sometimes I really don't understand how you practice the disarming spell." George took his wand from Harry depressingly, feeling that his two years older than him had been wasted.

"George, Harry has just given in to you!" Ginny watched Harry's every movement and expression and said with a smile, "You don't know, the attack power of Harry's disarming spell is comparable to that of Black There’s magic!”

"Is this... a lie?" George turned his head and looked at Ginny, "Ginny, I know you have admired Harry since you were a child, but you can't worship him blindly."

Ginny said nothing, she just looked at Harry and smiled knowingly.

The two young wizards subconsciously recalled the situation when they faced the huge fire dragon in the ruins left by Slytherin.

At that time, Harry stood in front of Ginny without hesitation, and used a disarming spell as powerful as black magic to repel the fire dragon's attack... The disarming spell was far more powerful than the one he used on George during the practice in the carriage. The curse is much greater!

Amidst the laughter, the Hogwarts Express gradually slowed down and finally stopped at King's Cross Station.

Before getting out of the car, Harry seemed to suddenly remember something and took out his quill and a piece of parchment from the suitcase.

"Here is the phone number." He said to everyone present, scrawling the number twice, then tore the parchment in two and handed them to Hermione and Ginny respectively.

"Ginny, last summer, I told your dad how to use the phone. He would understand. Call me at the Dursleys, okay? I can't stand talking to only Dudley for two months... …”

"If your aunt and uncle heard about the brave act at the end of term," said Ginny, as they got off the train and joined the throng of people walking slowly towards the enchanted partition, "they would definitely Proud of you, aren’t you?”

"Proud?" Harry curled his lips, "Are you confused? If they heard that I almost died in the mouth of a fire dragon, but actually escaped death, they would definitely be furious..."

"What are the two of them talking about?" Ron looked at Hermione beside him with a confused expression, "Why can't I seem to understand, what about bravery, what about fire dragons, what about escaping from death..."

"I don't understand either." Hermione frowned, then turned to look at Ginny, "Ginny, what were you two discussing just now?"

"It's nothing!" Ginny made a face at Hermione, "Just think that we are talking about the plot of some fairy tales!"

Then, together they passed through the entrance to Platform Nine and Three-Quarters and returned to the Muggle world.

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