Hogwarts vampire professor

"how so?!"

Fred and George were as anxious as grasshoppers in a hot pot, circling around Dracula.

"What can we do? That's the start-up capital we prepared for the joke shop!" Fred murmured.

"I quite liked this player from the Wimborne Hornets before." George said frustratedly, "It's so damnable. How did such a person become the director of the Sports Department?"

Mrs. Weasley sighed, then straightened her face and looked at the twins with stern eyes.

"This will teach you a lesson," she scolded loudly. "If you can learn from this and never bet with others in the future, then those galleons will not be in vain!"

However, Fred and George were of course reluctant to part with those gold galleons. In their anxiety, they suddenly had an idea and turned to face Dracula.

"Professor, you also bought a sack of gold galleons, can't you just give it all to that gambler Bagman?" George said angrily, "No matter you don't care about the money, but if you gamble If he doesn’t give you any money after winning, he obviously doesn’t take you seriously!”

"Yes, Professor." Fred agreed, "We know you have money, but you can't squander it like this if you have money, right?"

Dracula gave them a funny look and curled his lips.

"Yes, I pressed a lot of gold galleons to get in." There was a smile on his face, but his voice gradually became colder, "Even if Bagman can avoid anyone's debt, he will never You dare to waste my money."

The reason why Dracula made a bet and got involved was because he planned to help Fred and George. After all, these two living treasures are his students. What does it feel like to be bullied by others?

It would be fine if they lost the bet, but if they really won the bet, Dracula, who had bet a large sum of gold galleons, would definitely have every reason to go to Bagman to collect debts, and by the way, help Fred and George. It’s normal for money to come too.

It would be nice to let the twins save some money. Dracula is quite looking forward to their joke shop coming out!

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As time passed, a feeling called excitement spread over the camp like a palpable cloud. Even the still summer air seemed to tremble with anticipation at dawn.

When the day opens like a curtain and the sun shines from the distant horizon on thousands of eagerly waiting wizards, the last trace of concealment and disguise disappears——

The crowd went wild with excitement at the news that the game was about to begin, and used all kinds of magic to celebrate.

The Ministry of Magic was completely out of control and could only succumb to the inevitable trend and stop fighting people, allowing obvious signs of magic to appear everywhere.

Every few steps, phantom vendors descend from the sky, carrying trays and pushing carts filled with strange and weird gadgets:

There are luminous rose-shaped badges, green for Ireland and red for Bulgaria. These badges can also scream out the names of the team members; there are green high hats decorated with clovers dancing in the wind; there are ribbons from Bulgaria, The lion printed on it roars from time to time; there are the national flags of the two countries, which will play the national anthem of each country when waved; there are statues of famous team members for collection. Those small statues can walk around in the palm of the wizard, looking proud. Awesome style...

Ron had saved his pocket money all summer and spent it on these souvenirs. Among them, a small statue of a star Bulgarian Seeker, Viktor Krum, was the most expensive. He also liked this statue very much.

But when he later discovered a more practical panoramic telescope, he immediately regretted buying so many useless items.

Sirius saw the financial constraints of Weslai's family, so with a wave of his hand, he took advantage of his usual wealth and directly paid for all the little wizards' expenses today.

The Weasleys were still a little embarrassed, but Sirius pushed them back on the grounds of repaying them for buying the tickets to the top floor.

So, when the stadium officially started to enter, every junior who came to Wes's house had a panoramic telescope in their hands.

Fred and George were the most enthusiastic, holding these telescopes with magical and complex functions, and seemed to want to secretly take them apart to study their structures.

"Professor Dracula, where is your seat?" Mr. Weasley asked Dracula, "If it's not far away, we can go in all the way."

"Oh, I don't have a ticket." Dracula said calmly.

"What?" Mr. Weasley froze on the spot, "Um, um, wait a minute, I'll call Ludo right away, he should have some reserved positions in his hand."

"No need, I didn't come here to watch the game." Dracula chuckled and shook his head, "What's more, no one can stop me when I want to go in. Just watch out -"

As he spoke, as if to verify his statement, he suddenly disappeared.

"Hey, where's Professor Dracula?" Mr. Weasley didn't react at all, and Dracula disappeared. He had to turn around and ask his wife and children around him, "Has any of you seen Professor Dracula?" ? He couldn’t leave without saying a word, right? "

The young people who came to Wes's house looked around and couldn't find Dracula. They could only look at each other and shake their heads.

At this moment, Fred suddenly shouted:

"Look, is that Professor Dracula?"

Everyone looked at Fred and found that he was holding his own panoramic telescope in front of his eyes, looking in the direction of the stadium.

"Oh my God, it's really Professor Dracula!" George also raised his panoramic telescope and exclaimed, "He's still waving to us!"

Harry and the others quickly picked up their panoramic telescopes and looked in the direction where Fred and George were looking.

They saw a silver-haired figure sitting comfortably inside the highest goal of the Quidditch field, leaning against the edge of the circular ball frame, with one foot on the other side of the ball frame and the other lazily. The ground hangs down.

It could be seen in the panoramic telescope that Dracula was chuckling and waving in their direction, as if they could still see their movements from such a distance.

Everyone: "..."

"What is Professor Dracula doing..." Mr. Weasley asked blankly.

"I guess Professor Dracula has long wanted to go up and sit for a while. Our conversation just now gave him an excuse..." Ron said with a look of surprise, "Dad, you don't understand Dracula." Professor, when you understand it, you will find that nothing he does is surprising."

Harry nodded in agreement.

"This professor of yours is really...unique." Mr. Weislai thought for a long time before finally thinking of a more subtle adjective.

A gust of wind blew by, and before anyone could react, Dracula's iconic long silver hair was floating around them again.

"What are you talking bad about me?" Dracula chuckled.

"Ah, how could it be!" Mr. Weiss was startled and quickly denied, "With a professor as unique as you, you can definitely lead the children to a new path that is different from the original education system. This It’s their luck!”

"Professor Dracula, how do you feel about being on the goal of the Quidditch World Cup?" Fred asked happily. "If I hadn't been stopped by security for sure, I would have wanted to go up there and give it a try."

"It's not bad, the scenery is nice, and the texture of the goal is softer than expected. It should be wrapped in sponge, so it's quite comfortable to sit on." Dracula thought about it and then commented.

"But the disadvantage is that the wind is a bit strong up there, and the goal is still a bit narrow, so it's easy for your feet to slip off if you put your feet on it, so it's better not to stay up there for a long time."

"It has to be you, professor." George gave a thumbs up in admiration.

Of course, the Weiss family obviously didn't expect that Dracula had another purpose.

He appeared on the highest goal to give the eagerly awaited Lucius Malfoy a signal, telling Lucius that he was at the scene and could act with confidence.

Because Lucius, as a Death Eater, is openly hostile to Dracula, direct contact with him in public will still put Lucius at risk of being exposed. In fact, Dracula doesn't care about this at all. , this was proposed by the timid Lucius.

After the interlude, Mr. Wesley led the way. Everyone held the purchased things in their hands and walked quickly into the woods along the crowded passage.

Along the way, you can hear hundreds of people walking around, shouting, laughter, and intermittent singing. This frenzied excitement was contagious, and the entire Weiss family couldn't help but smile from ear to ear.

They walked through the woods for twenty minutes, talking and laughing loudly, and finally emerged from the other side of the woods. At this time, they were already in the shadow of the huge stadium.

From this angle, they could only see part of the magnificent golden wall surrounding the playing field, and the tall Quidditch goal frames inside were also blocked.

But it's obvious that it won't be a problem to fit ten cathedrals into it.

"This place can accommodate 100,000 spectators." Mr. Weasley introduced after seeing the astonished expressions on the faces of the young wizards. "Five hundred staff from the Ministry of Magic have been busy with this for a whole year. Every inch of the place is covered with magic." The Muggle-Killing Curse..."

"Oh, you may not have learned the Muggle banishing spell yet. Whenever a Muggle approaches here, they will suddenly remember urgent matters and walk away in a hurry... May Merlin bless them."

Mr. Weasley said happily as he led everyone towards the nearest entrance, where many shouting wizards were already gathered.

When they arrived at the entrance, they found that Dracula had disappeared again, and they didn't know where he went.

"First class tickets." The witch from the Ministry of Magic at the entrance looked at their tickets and said, "Top box! Go all the way upstairs, Arthur, to the top."

The stairs leading to the gymnasium are covered with burgundy carpet. The Weislai family climbed up the stairs with the crowd, and slowly the crowd entered the stands on the left and right sides.

The top box was located at the highest point of the stadium, and faced the golden goal post, which was the one Dracula had just sat on. There are about twenty purple and gilded chairs, divided into two rows.

The Weasley family sat in the front row, and soon after, Fudge, the Minister of Magic, also arrived.

When Fudge saw Sirius coming home with Wes and Harry between them, he suddenly frowned and his face darkened.

But Sirius looked indifferent and sat in his seat with his legs crossed, not caring about Fudge's performance at all.

As Bagman's voice, amplified by the amplifying spell, fell, the Quidditch World Cup finals officially began.

Even Harry, a talented Chaser at Hogwarts, had never seen such a wonderful Quidditch match. He pressed the panoramic telescope so tightly on his glasses that they almost sunk into the bridge of his nose.

The speed of the members of both teams is simply unbelievable——

The Chaser kept passing the Quaffle to other players so fast that the commentator Bagman only had time to announce their names, and had no time to explain the situation on the field and the tactics used by the two teams.

Harry, who was very good at Quidditch and had read various Quidditch-related books and experienced a lot of actual combat, could easily tell that although both sides were very strong, the Irish team's chasers were even more top-notch.

They worked together flawlessly, and their movements were very coordinated, as if each could see through the other's mind.

Sure enough, within a few minutes, Ireland scored the first goal.

In the following time, the Irish team relied on its tacit cooperation and toughness to almost suppress the Bulgarian team, and the score continued to grow. When the Irish team scored more than 100 points, Bulgaria only scored one goal.

But one thing that cannot be ignored is that Krum, as a Bulgarian Seeker, is too good.

He used a Wronski fake to dive quickly, deceiving the Irish team's Seeker Linzi, successfully injuring his opponent, and caught the Golden Snitch during the second dive, ending the normal game.

However--

After all, the gap between the two teams' chasers was too big, and the final score was fixed at 160:170.

Bulgaria: 160 points; Ireland: 170 points.

"The Irish team won!" Bagman shouted, and he seemed to be a little dazed by the sudden end of the game. "Krum caught the Golden Snitch... but the Irish team won. Oh my god, I don't think anyone can I didn’t expect it to end like this!”

Meanwhile, Fred and George were over the moon.

The two of them actually guessed the ending of the game correctly!

And both twins believed that with the help of Professor Dracula, Ludo Bagman would not dare to default on his debt.

The two of them really have start-up funds for their joke shop!

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