Hogwarts vampire professor

Dumbledore took the lead up the spiral staircase and came to his office.

After Dracula staggered up, he immediately waved his magic wand and closed the office door with a bang.

Dracula looked back at the closed office door and the tightly closed windows around him, with a strange look on his face.

Dumbledore is coming with bad intentions...

"Professor Dracula, I want to ask you a question——"

Sure enough, after taking all precautions to prevent the conversation between the two from being heard by others, Dumbledore immediately asked bluntly:

"How could you take away a student's time-turner and use it to time-travel privately?"

"What are you talking about, Dumbledore?" Dracula paused for a moment, then said with a confused look, "Time turner? Is there such a foul thing in the wizarding world?"

Seeing the "confused" expression on Dracula's face, Dumbledore couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth.

"Professor Dracula, there are only two of us talking here now, you can be more honest." He took a deep breath, suppressed the urge to fight with Dracula, and said slowly, "And I don't know if there are No one ever tells you that you’re not very good at acting.”

"I'm not acting." Dracula still looked confused.

"Professor Dracula, normally when you hear about something like a time turner, the most interesting thing you should show is an expression of interest." Dumbledore tapped his finger on the table and pointed out the flaws in Dracula's acting skills. Question, "It is a bit out of place for the expression of confusion to appear on the count's face."

"Really?" Dracula thought for a moment, then nodded, "You're right, Dumbledore."

The expression on his face then transitioned seamlessly into the often-present look of amusement.

"It seems that I wrongly blamed you, Professor Dracula." Dumbledore's veins were pulsing on his forehead, and his tone was unknowingly laced with gritted teeth, "Your acting skills are very good!"

"Thanks for the compliment." Dracula smiled with satisfaction, "But I really don't know what a time turner is."

"Okay... Since you don't want to admit it, I have to provide some substantial evidence." Dumbledore exhaled slowly, and then waved his wand.

A silver-white phoenix guardian angel flew through the wall and flew out of the principal's office in front of Dracula.

Seeing Dumbledore's actions, Dracula secretly said something bad.

Within a moment, the Phoenix Guardian flew back, and as its beak opened and closed, a clear human voice came from it.

First came Dumbledore's voice: "Professor Dracula, are you free to come to the principal's office now? I have something I want to discuss with you."

Below is Dracula's voice: "I don't have time, I won't go."

Dumbledore's voice: "But this matter is quite important."

Dracula's voice: "That's not time either."

"..."

The Phoenix Patronus closed its beak.

Dumbledore put away his Patronus and looked at Dracula teasingly.

Dracula raised his hand to his forehead and fell heavily into the sofa in the principal's office.

He just remembered that before he could recall the time, while he was staring at Hermione's movements on the land deed, Dumbledore had sent a message using his Patronus, asking him to go to the principal's office to discuss important matters.

But Dracula was obsessed with stalking the little wizard who loved learning, so he rejected him without thinking.

"How's it going, Professor Dracula, do you have nothing to say now?" Dumbledore watched Dracula's movements happily, feeling that all the anger he had received from Dracula had returned.

"Okay, I did get a time turner." Dracula was lying on the sofa and said feebly, "But I don't want to do anything to destroy the online time, so don't dwell on it. ah."

"This is not a matter of lingering on this matter, Professor Dracula." Dumbledore said in a dumbfounded voice, "Do you know that items like time turners are extremely dangerous, especially when you are so full of them? A powerful being of magic teleported back into the past tense.”

"Is this any different from teleporting a little wizard?" Dracula asked.

"The difference is quite big," Dumbledore said. "You can take out the time turner and take a look now to feel whether the time energy in it is still as abundant as before."

Dracula took out the golden necklace from his pocket and looked at the hourglass placed in the pendant ring.

I don’t know since when, the golden gravel in this hourglass seems to have decreased a lot, and only a small amount of gravel is still flowing thinly in the hourglass.

"This is……"

"Yes, the gravel in the hourglass is the solidified form of time energy." Dumbledore nodded gently and said, "Originally, the energy poured into this time converter by the Department of Mysteries was enough for the little wizard to use for an entire school year... …”

"However, your use this time has consumed more than half a year of its storage. Next, Miss Granger is afraid that she will not be able to complete all the lessons in the second half of the year."

"Ahem... I'm doing it for her own good." Dracula was a little embarrassed and retorted with a cold face, "Didn't you see? Miss Granger has been in a very bad state of mind recently because of her lectures. I want to protect her. To improve her health and improve her listening efficiency, wouldn’t it be good to confiscate a time turner?”

"Then how about I tell her that Professor Dracula has used up her time and energy, and now she can go thank Professor Dracula for his kindness?" Dumbledore said with a smile.

"Forget it, I can't afford to embarrass that person..." Dracula's face stiffened for a moment, and then he changed his words and said, "Well, you tell me where the Department of Mysteries of the Ministry of Magic is, and I'll go get some time and energy myself. .”

"Don't!" Dumbledore was startled and quickly tried to dissuade him.

He was afraid that Dracula would go to the Department of Mysteries and make a big fuss, completely messing up the entire Ministry of Magic.

He knew Dracula was fully capable of that.

It would be fine if he really just broke up with the Department of Mysteries and snatched back some time energy... But Dumbledore was worried about another bigger possibility, that is, Dracula completely destroyed the time chamber. Let all time energy dissipate.

The time energy in the time chamber is not much to begin with, and allocating part of it to a little wizard every year is already very tight. If it is destroyed again, the future application of the magic world in the field of time may stagnate within hundreds of years.

"Professor Dracula, you better not worry about this matter." Dumbledore rubbed his brows and said to Dracula resignedly, "I will find a way to solve the problem of Miss Granger's time turner..."

"...I will write a letter to the Ministry of Magic and tell them that there is something wrong with the time turner this time. I will not mention your role in it, Professor Dracula." He said, "I hope my old face You still have some face to spare."

"Is this really good?" Dracula felt a little sorry for letting Dumbledore deal with him. "How about I go to the Department of Mysteries and have a chat with them? Don't worry, I will definitely be very friendly."

"...Don't be like this, Professor Dracula, don't be polite to me." Dumbledore said with a headache, "I am the principal of Hogwarts, this is what I should do, you really don't have to worry about it. This is about it.”

"Okay... then I'll trouble you, Mr. Principal." Dracula nodded regretfully and handed the time turner he cheated from Hermione to Dumbledore.

As for whether he had given up the idea of ​​going to the Department of Mysteries to have "friendly exchanges" with the Silent People, the old headmaster was not sure at all...

Just when the two of them were having their own thoughts, there was a sudden knock on the door outside the principal's office.

"Albus! Albus!" Professor McGonagall's voice came from outside the office door, "Hurry up and open the door, something happened!"

Dumbledore's expression became solemn, and he waved his wand violently, opening the door to the office and dispelling the one-way soundproofing magic he had just placed.

"What happened, Minerva?" He looked at the old lady wearing a top hat at the door and asked in a serious voice.

Professor McGonagall hurriedly walked into the principal's office and showed a surprised expression when she saw Dracula on the sofa.

"Professor Dracula is here too? That's better. I just want to let you know about this." She said hurriedly, "The Gryffindor common room was attacked!"

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The principal's office and the Gryffindor common room are both on the eighth floor of Hogwarts Castle, so the three professors Dumbledore, Dracula and McGonagall quickly arrived in front of the Gryffindor common room.

When they arrived, they found the hallway crowded with people.

"Is anyone hurt?" Dumbledore asked the crowd concerned.

Dracula looked over the heads of the many young wizards towards the entrance of the Gryffindor common room, and found that the Fat Lady did not seem to be in the portrait that used to guard the door.

"Please let me pass," a boy's voice came from the crowd.

The red-haired Percy squeezed through the crowd and came over. Although he looked a little flustered, the pride and air of his identity on his face were not hidden at all.

"I'm sorry, please step aside. I am the president of the Boys' Student Union." He held his head high and said, "Let me go over. I have to report to the principal and professors."

"Oh?" Dracula looked at Percy who was walking over with his head held high, and said with a half-smile, "I just found out that you are the president of the Boys' Student Union this year. Come on, Wes."

When Percy heard Dracula's voice, he shrank reflexively, and the high-spirited look on his face immediately fell.

"Ah...it's nothing special. It's better cultivated by Professor Dracula." He said with a complacent smile.

Professor McGonagall gave him a reproachful look, as if complaining that he did not thank his dean for his cultivation.

"Okay, Percy, let's put the other things aside and tell you what happened here." She pursed her lips and said.

"What happened is, we just finished eating and wanted to go back to the common room to rest, and then we saw this scene..." Percy pointed to the original entrance of the Gryffindor common room.

There should have been a fat lady guarding the doorway in a portrait.

"Oh, my God -" Professor McGonagall exclaimed, tightly grabbing the book in her hand.

The Fat Lady had disappeared from the portrait, which had been vandalized, with small pieces of canvas strewn about the floor and large chunks of canvas completely torn from the frame.

"Did anyone witness the perpetrators of the sabotage?" Dracula asked.

Then he shrugged, "Forget it. Judging from your performance, no one should have seen it. Otherwise, everyone wouldn't look so confused. The matter should have been spread long ago."

Dumbledore took a quick look at the damaged painting.

"Professor McGonagall, please go to Filch immediately and tell him to look for the Fat Lady on every painting in the castle." He said rationally, "We must know who is responsible for the destruction as soon as possible!"

Professor McGonagall nodded and trotted down the stairs quickly.

The crowd in front of the lounge door has not dispersed yet, and the little wizards are a little noisy.

They were all guessing who was so crazy that they wanted to attack the portrait of the fat lady who opened the door to them conscientiously.

Some people speculated that it was done by naughty boys who liked to go out for night outings. The naughty boys resented the Fat Lady's control over them. Fred and George protested vehemently against this speculation;

Some people speculate that it was done by young wizards from other houses. The most likely thing is the bad guys from Slytherin. They don't want the Gryffindor students to go back to the dormitory to rest and get in shape for next weekend's Quidditch match. advantages;

There are even more outrageous speculations that prisoners of Azkaban sneaked into the castle and destroyed the Fat Lady's portrait. This speculation has received the most opposition, because Hogwarts is full of protective magic, and no dark wizard can get through here unimpeded!

"Ah, you are so lucky!"

Just when the little wizards were having different opinions, a hoarse voice rang out.

Dracula looked up and saw a short ghost wearing brightly colored clothes, a tie, a hat, a wide face, a big mouth and round eyes.

This mischievous elf is floating in mid-air, his slippers have long slits, exposing dirty toes.

It was Peeves the Trickster, bouncing over the heads of the crowd as if delighted - as he always did when he saw destruction and gloom.

"You seem very happy, Peeves?" Dracula raised the corners of his mouth and asked maliciously.

Peeves' smile faded a little as he thought about the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's reputation as a ghost who could even scare away the Bloody Balor. Bloody Balor is the only ghost Peeves fears.

So he switched to a smooth tone, which sounded better than the hoarse voice.

"Sorry, Mr. Dracula," Peeves said, "Her territory was ruined and she didn't want to be seen, so she ran to other portraits."

"I happened to see her running past that landscape painting on the fifth floor, sir, hiding among the trees, crying and saying horrible things."

"What a poor guy," he added, without any pity for anyone else.

"Did she say who did it?" Dumbledore asked quietly.

"Oh, I told you, Mr. Professor." Peeves said, with a mean smile on his face, "She didn't let him in, and he was very angry. Do you understand what I mean?"

Peeves somersaulted in the air, grinning at Dumbledore from between his own legs.

"He's got a bad temper, this Sirius Black."

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