Hogwarts vampire professor

Harry sat there dumbfounded, aware that everyone in the Great Hall had turned their heads and looked at him.

He was stunned, his mind went blank.

Unlike when the previous four warriors were selected, there was no applause in the auditorium at this moment.

A buzzing sound of discussion began to fill the auditorium, like countless angry bees chirping.

Some students stood up to get a better look at Harry, but Harry froze in his seat, as if he had been cast under a petrifying spell.

They looked at Harry's still immature face, full of doubts in their hearts... Even though he was the boy who survived, he was still too young at this time.

Moreover, as the organizer, Hogwarts actually gave birth to two warriors. Doesn't it prove that the competition is unfair? Isn’t that age line also in name only?

The first to break the silence were Fred and George.

After a brief moment of astonishment, the twins suddenly jumped up and strode towards the long Slytherin table.

"Malfoy, your Galleons belong to us!" Fred laughed loudly, "See, Harry has really become a warrior!"

"That's impossible!" Malfoy blurted out.

He looked at the note in Dumbledore's hand in disbelief, and then at Harry, who was sitting at the Gryffindor table with a dull expression on his face, and his eyes almost burst out with fire.

"A shady story! It's definitely a shady story!" Malfoy protested loudly, "I remember clearly that Potter is only fourteen years old! He is younger than me, how can he cross the age line!"

Obviously, not only students from the other three schools would be dissatisfied with this result, Malfoy's protest also resonated with many Hogwarts students.

People do not worry about scarcity but inequality. This has been the case from ancient times to the present.

It would be fine if this competition strictly abides by the age limit, but even if there is an exception, the young wizards will inevitably be emotionally conflicted.

Everyone wants to be that exception, and everyone feels that they may become that exception. Likewise, no one is willing to accept that the exception is not them!

Malfoy felt very benefited from the attention.

He smiled unconsciously, smoothed a handful of his light blond hair with hairspray, and prepared to reveal "the various crimes Harry Potter committed at Hogwarts."

"You may not know that Potter has been dishonest since he first entered school. He..."

"Shut up, Draco!"

Just when Malfoy was about to start a long speech, a voice suddenly interrupted him.

He originally thought it was the little Gryffindor fans of Harry shouting angrily, and he was about to ignore it, and then completely ruin the reputation of his nemesis in public.

However, Crabbe and Goyle, who were beside Malfoy, bumped his ribs with their elbows.

"What are you two doing? Are you trying to stop me?" Malfoy looked at his two followers impatiently.

Crabbe shook his head vaguely, motioning for him to look towards the professor's seat.

Malfoy turned his head inexplicably and found his headmaster staring at him with cold eyes.

"Professor, how do you..."

"Be quiet, don't let me hear your noisy voice again." Snape said coldly.

"But……"

Malfoy hesitated to speak, but finally kept his mouth shut.

He couldn't understand why Dean Slytherin, who usually hated Potter the most, wanted to stand up for Potter today.

At the same time, Snape, whose thoughts could not be guessed, had stood up with a sullen face and looked at Dumbledore, who was standing in the middle of the professor's seat.

At this time, Professor McGonagall was whispering eagerly in Dumbledore's ear, while Dumbledore was listening attentively, frowning slightly.

"Headmaster Dumbledore, I want to know what the reason is?" Snape asked bluntly, not caring that Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall were talking.

"Calm down a little, Severus, Minerva and I are already discussing countermeasures." Dumbledore said softly.

"Calm down? How can you tell me to calm down!" Snape hissed in a low voice, "Don't you know the fatality rate in the Triwizard Tournament? What else can it mean for students of this age to enter the arena but not to die?!"

He glanced at the Gryffindor table from a distance in the direction of Harry. The disgust in his eyes still had not subsided, but there was an unspeakable look of worry in it, which appeared very contradictory. In the same pair of eyes.

"No, Potter must not participate in the Final Four!" Snape said firmly.

"Severus, this contract has been established!" Dumbledore said solemnly, "Once the contract of the Goblet of Fire is established, the contestants must complete every project, otherwise they will be subject to the most serious punishment for violating the contract... …”

"Do you want Harry to completely lose his ability to use magic and become a Muggle from now on?"

Snape's lips pursed tightly.

"Isn't there a way to cancel this contract?" He glanced at Dumbledore and then turned his attention to Dracula.

At this time, Dracula had curiously come to the Goblet of Fire, studying the runes on the Goblet of Fire and the magic contained in it with great interest.

"Huh? Don't look at me, I have no way to cancel the contract." Dracula noticed Snape's gaze, smiled and shook his head, "Once a contract is established, it already exists in the blood of wizards. , no external force can take it away.”

Of course, Dracula himself doesn't care about the restrictions of various contracts at all.

Because there is no contract that can restrain him, those contractual punishments that deprive him of magic power, blood, and even life have no effect on Dracula's physique...

However, as an ordinary little wizard, Harry was obviously unable to cope with the contract punishment from the Goblet of Fire, so he could only participate in the Four Wizards Tournament from beginning to end...or it can now be said to be the Five Wizards Tournament. Race.

When Dumbledore and Snape fell silent, Dracula was still circling the Goblet of Fire in the middle of the professor's chair with great interest, with wine-red light flowing in his eyes as he repeatedly looked at the burning Goblet. Cup with blue and white flames.

"Have you discovered anything, Professor Dracula?" Dumbledore asked.

"Well... I did find something." Dracula said, "It can be seen that this Goblet of Fire was cursed without our attention. I have to say that this is really an excellent confusion spell. To be able to make an impact on this cup.”

"Confusion spell?!" Professor McGonagall opened her eyes in shock.

"It is indeed a confusion spell. The magic breath in the cup still remains for a while." Dracula said with interest. "This kind of magic residue is easy to identify. It is obviously the trace of the confusion spell."

"Judging by the time, it should have been late at night after the banquet yesterday when a sneaky figure came out to cast a spell on the Goblet of Fire."

"As for who it is...I have no clue at all!"

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In the audience, Harry turned to look at Ron and Hermione.

He saw the students at the long Gryffindor table behind them staring at him with their mouths open.

"I didn't put my name in." Harry said blankly and helplessly, "You know I didn't, I've been staying with you!"

Ron and Hermione also looked blank, looking at him blankly.

In this way, Harry has been sitting in his seat, waiting for Dumbledore and the professors to execute him...

"Harry Potter!" Harry sat on the long Gryffindor table for a long time, his legs were almost numb, and finally he heard Dumbledore's voice from the front of the auditorium, "Harry! Please come up here. Come!"

"Go ahead," Hermione urged quietly, nudging Harry slightly.

In his nervousness, Harry stood up and stepped on the hem of his robes, stumbling slightly.

He quickly adjusted his pace and walked along the passage between the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff tables.

Harry could feel hundreds of eyes staring at him, as if each eye was a searchlight, trying to see through him.

The buzzing chatter became louder and louder, and it seemed like an entire century had passed before Harry finally walked up to Dumbledore.

He felt all the professors' eyes on him.

"Well... go to that door, Harry." Dumbledore said softly.

Unlike when he faced other warriors, there was no smile on his face at this time.

Harry walked through the door and out of the Great Hall, finding himself in a small room with portraits of wizards hanging on the walls. In the hearth opposite him a fire was burning brightly.

Viktor Krum, Cedric Diggory, Fleur Delacour and John Kowalski are real warriors, and now they are all gathered around the fire and seem to get along. It's pretty good.

Against the backdrop of the flames, the four figures made a particularly strong impression.

Krum leaned on the stove, hunched over and thinking about something, slightly distancing himself from the other three people. Cedric stood with his hands behind his back, staring into the fire.

When Harry walked in, Fleur Delacour turned her head and shook her cascading silver hair.

"What's wrong?" she asked. "Do they want us to go back to the auditorium?"

She thought Harry had come in to deliver a message - the warriors in the room had no idea what had just happened, and they had missed a big show.

Harry's throat moved, but he didn't say what he originally wanted to say. He didn't know how to explain what just happened.

He just stood there, looking at the four warriors. He suddenly felt that each of them was so tall... The fourth grade student stood in front of the four adult students, and the height gap was indeed huge.

Not long after, the room was suddenly greeted by the sound of busy footsteps. It was Ludo Bagman who walked into the room.

He grabbed Harry's arm and pulled him forward.

"It's so bizarre!" He squeezed Harry's arm and murmured in a low voice, "It's absolutely bizarre! Three gentlemen...and this lady,"

He walked towards the fireside and said to the other four people, "Please allow me to introduce - as incredible as this may seem - this is the fifth warrior of the Four Wizards!"

Viktor Krum stood up straight and looked Harry up and down, with a gloomy expression on his arrogant face. Cedric looked at a loss. He looked at Bagman and then at Harry, thinking that he must not have heard clearly what Bagman said.

Fleur Delacour shook her long hair, smiled brightly, and said, "Oh, that's a funny joke, Mr. Bagman."

"A joke?" Bagman had an unfathomable expression on his face, "No, no, absolutely not! Harry's name just came out of the Goblet of Fire!"

Krum's thick eyebrows frowned slightly, while John Kowalski glanced at Harry in surprise, and then looked away nonchalantly.

"Is this true, Harry?" Cedric walked up to Harry with a confused look in his eyes and asked, "So who among us is the warrior representing Hogwarts?"

"No, Mr. Diggory, this is obviously a mistake," Fleur also frowned and said arrogantly to Bagman, "He definitely can't compete, he is too young."

"Yeah... it's really surprising," Bagman rubbed his smooth chin and looked down at Harry with a smile, "But you also know that the age limit was only implemented this year as an additional safety measure. .”

I don't know why, but Bagman seemed very happy that such a warrior who surprised everyone suddenly appeared.

"Now that his name is spitting out of the goblet... I mean, I think now that we've gotten to this point, there's no room for escape... The rules are very clear, as long as you are selected, you have to complete the game. …”

The door behind them was pushed open again, and a large group of people poured in aggressively.

Dumbledore, followed closely by Mr. Crouch, Karkaroff, Madam Maxime, Professor Hicks, Professor McGonagall and Snape, while Dracula followed the team leisurely. Last.

Before Professor McGonagall closed the door, the buzzing chatter of students in the auditorium continued to come in, causing Harry to feel embarrassed.

"Mrs. Maxim!" Fleur said immediately when she saw the principal of her school, striding towards Madame Maxime, "They said this little boy also wants to participate in the competition!"

little boy?

Although Harry felt incredible and his mind was numb, he also felt a trace of anger flashing through his heart.

During his more than three years at Hogwarts, he must have experienced as many adventures as this Miss Fleur Delacour!

Harry turned his attention to Madame Maxime, wanting to see what she would say.

Madame Maxime straightened her tall body...and then her head touched the chandelier filled with candles.

"What exactly does this mean, Dumbledore?" She lowered her head a little more, but the lowering of her head did not prevent her expression from being full of arrogance.

"I want to know that too, Dumbledore." Karkaroff echoed.

He had a cold smile on his face, and his blue eyes were as cold as ice, "There are two warriors in Hogwarts? I don't remember anyone telling me that the host school can have two warriors - are those Didn’t I read the charter carefully enough?”

He laughed briefly, the sound was very unpleasant.

"Don't worry, you two." Professor Hicks was the most relaxed among the four principals. She chuckled and waved to the two principals who had just spoken, "I remember Professor Dracula said before, The Goblet of Fire was cast under a confusion spell, and that's why the accident happened."

"Indeed, someone should have planned a conspiracy against Potter." Dracula leaned against the wall next to him and said lazily to everyone present, "You should know his identity. He is treated like this. Not surprisingly."

"I don't care what his identity is!" Karkaroff refuted loudly, "This Four-wizard Tournament is held at Hogwarts. You must take full responsibility for this game!"

"Oh, really?" Snape's sinister voice suddenly came from the corner of the room.

Karkaroff's expression changed obviously.

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