Hogwarts vampire professor

In Potions class, for some reason, Harry felt that Snape was more cruel to him.

"In this class, learn about antidotes!" Snape said.

He looked around the class, his cold black eyes flashing with an unpleasant light, "You should prepare your own recipe now. I ask you to cook it carefully, and then we will choose one person to try it... …”

Snape's eyes met Harry's, and Harry knew what was going to happen - Snape wanted to poison him.

"Potter, ah, the warrior of the Four-wizard Tournament..." he said coldly, "If I were you, I would definitely force myself to study how to save my life during this short preparation time. For example, learn more knowledge..."

"Why, you look unconvinced? Can you ensure that there won't be any poisoning scenes during the game? Or... we are arrogant warriors who think we can cope with all dangers?"

Harry watched helplessly as Snape picked up the poison at hand, his heart pounding, imagining that he would suddenly pick up the cauldron and hit Snape on the head when he wasn't prepared -

At this moment, there was a knock on the door of the underground classroom, interrupting Harry's thoughts.

It's Harry's little fanboy, Colin Creevey.

Colin sidled into the Potions classroom, smiled at Harry, and walked towards Snape's podium at the front of the classroom.

Harry felt that Colin was extremely brave at this moment. If it were him, he would not dare to rush to the podium when Snape was giving a lecture...

"What's the matter?" Snape looked at Colin sideways and asked impatiently.

"Excuse me, sir, I have to take Harry Potter upstairs." Colin said with a proud smile.

Snape lowered his eyes from his aquiline nose to look at Colin. A strong sense of oppression crushed him down, and the smile slowly disappeared from Colin's eager face.

"Potter has another hour of Potions class." Snape said coldly, "He will go upstairs after class."

Colin's face turned red.

"Sir...sir, Mr. Bagman wants him to go," he said awkwardly, "all the warriors are going. I think they want to take pictures..."

Harry watched Snape's expression become more gloomy and trembled all over, hoping to stop Colin from saying these last words.

He boldly glanced at Ron from the corner of his eye, hoping that Ron, who was always good at changing the subject, could smooth things over and maybe save Colin from the podium before Snape got angry.

However, Ron had been having trouble with Harry during this time, just staring at the ceiling.

"Very well, very well—" Snape snapped, "Potter, leave your things here. I want you to come back later and test your antidote."

"I'm sorry, sir... he must take his stuff with him," Colin piped up nervously, "All warriors need..."

Harry swallowed.

I have to admit that Colin, this little fanboy, was so brave that he dared to contradict Snape in class.

"Very good!" Snape said gloomily, "Potter... take your schoolbag and disappear from my eyes immediately!"

It seemed that Snape was still a little apprehensive about this match.

Harry breathed a heavy sigh of relief and thought to himself.

He threw his schoolbag over his shoulder, stood up, and walked towards the door without wanting to stop for a moment.

As he walked past the Slytherin desks, the words "Potter Stink" flashed at him from all directions.

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After escaping the pain of Potions class, Harry had to face another scene that he didn't want to face anyway.

A reporter came to take pictures of the warriors and publish their images in the Daily Prophet.

Unlike several other warriors who have brought glory to the school, Harry feels that his identity as a warrior is shady and obtained through abnormal means. If he is exposed to the public in the wizarding world, it will probably further embarrass him... …

"Good luck!"

Coming outside the room used for taking pictures, Colin gave Harry his blessing.

Harry knocked on the door and walked in.

This is a smaller classroom, and most of the desks have been pushed to the back of the room, leaving a large open space in the middle. There are three desks facing each other, placed in front of the blackboard, covered with a long velvet.

Behind the velvet-covered desk, there were five chairs. On one of them sat Ludo Bagman, who was talking to a witch Harry had never seen before. The witch was wearing a magenta dress. robe.

Viktor Krum was sullen as usual, standing in a corner and not talking to anyone; Cedric, John and Fleur were chatting, and the three of them looked very happy.

At the front of the room, there was a pot-bellied man holding a large black camera that was slightly smoking. He was watching Fleur from the corner of his eye.

After Harry entered the room, the conversation between the three warriors suddenly became quiet.

The atmosphere seemed a little awkward for a moment, but Cedric, considering his old friendship with Harry, stood up and said hello to Harry, which made him look less embarrassed.

Bagman saw Harry too and stood up quickly, jumping forward comically.

"Ah, he's here! The fifth warrior!" he said cheerfully, "Come in, Harry, come in... There's nothing to worry about, it's just the wand testing ceremony. The other referees and our security officers are very Will be here soon."

"Detection wand? Security officer?" Harry asked doubtfully.

"We must check whether your wands are fully functional and in good condition, because in future competitions, wands will be your most important equipment." Bagman explained, "As for the safety officer, this is the request of Principal Dumbledore. Come out - in addition to the referee, a new safety officer will be added during the game who is enough to ensure your safety."

"The wand expert is upstairs with Dumbledore. Then he will take some pictures for you..."

He pointed to the witch wearing a magenta robe next to him, "This is Rita Skeeter. She is writing a short article about the Contest for the Daily Prophet..."

"Maybe it's not a trivial matter, Ludo." Rita Skeeter smiled strangely, staring directly at Harry.

Her hair was styled into delicate, stiff, weird curls, which looked particularly awkward when paired with her big-jawed face. A pair of jewelry-encrusted glasses rested on her face, and her fat fingers grasped the crocodile leather handbag. Her nails were about two inches long and were painted bright red.

No matter how I look at it, I feel like this woman is not very reliable.

"Before we begin, can I have a few words with Harry?" she asked Bagman, but still keeping her eyes firmly on Harry. "The youngest warrior, you know... in order to give the article Add a little color.”

"No problem!" Bagman said loudly. He very much hoped that Harry, the youngest warrior, could be publicized. Maybe more people would join his bet by then.

"It's just... I wonder if Harry objects?"

"Hmm -" Harry snorted self-defeatingly.

"Great!" said Rita Skeeter, excitedly grabbing Harry's arm with her bright red claw-like fingers and trying to drag him into the other room.

At this moment, the door to the room where the warriors were located suddenly opened again.

A head of silver hair that was even brighter than Fleur's hair came into view.

Rita Skeeter's hold on Harry's hand relaxed unconsciously, and her eyes shone with more excitement than ever before.

"Ludo, which celebrity is this here to promote the Final Four?" She asked Bagman without moving her eyes.

"Ah? You said Professor Dracula is a star?" Bagman shook his head in amusement. "This is the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts. He is also the security officer for the upcoming competition. He is responsible for ensuring that Warriors’ safety.”

"Wait, Ludo, you said...he is the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts who was re-elected for the first time in decades?!" Rita looked startled, her eyes filled with annoyance. Regret, excitement, shock and a range of other emotions.

"Yes, Professor Dracula has been the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts for more than three years." Bagman didn't quite understand why Rita was acting so strangely, and stretched out his hand to scratch his head.

"You don't understand... this is big news!" Rita stomped her feet angrily, "This professor can occupy the first page of the newspaper with just one face, far better than the previous Gilderoy Lockhart Much stronger... not to mention he is also the powerful Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts."

"It's strange, why has such a character never appeared in the newspaper? Why didn't I discover this problem earlier?"

"I thought you should know..." Bagman said inexplicably, "Professor Dracula has just started working at Hogwarts and some students have already reported that he looks quite good. As a reporter, you must have heard that Did you get the news?"

"But I didn't expect his appearance to be so good!" Rita replied eagerly, and immediately stopped in front of Dracula who was looking at the room.

"Hello, Professor Dracula, I'm Rita Skeeter, a reporter for the Daily Prophet."

She stretched out a claw-like hand covered with long red nails toward Dracula.

Harry, who was originally being dragged by Rita, was dumbfounded as the reporter got rid of him and approached Professor Dracula.

He stood alone in the center of the room, neither going back nor standing there... Cedric waved to Harry and pulled him to the stool prepared for the warriors.

On the other side, Dracula lowered his head and glanced at Rita's red claws, and then at the weirdly curly hair and gaudy spectacle frames.

He curled his lips in disgust, looked away directly, bypassed the reporter in front of him and came to Bagman.

"Mr. Bagman, I'm just a security officer. There shouldn't be any need to be interviewed, right?" Dracula asked with a frown.

If it were a reporter with a slightly more pleasing image, Dracula might have been interviewed. After all, being in a newspaper was a novel experience.

But this reporter named Rita Skeeter was so weird that Dracula didn't even want to look at her to prevent it from affecting his mood...

Bagman was a little embarrassed when he saw this.

He had long heard that Professor Dracula was more willful in his behavior, but he didn't expect that he didn't even bother to follow the most basic greeting etiquette.

Looking at Rita's constant winks, Bagman sighed.

In order to repay Rita's favor for helping him make big news when he was still a popular Quidditch player, he had no choice but to say this:

"Professor Dracula, after all, this is the first time we have set up the position of safety officer, and there is no precedent for reference... From my personal point of view, there is nothing wrong with taking photos for publicity, as it can better promote our safety! "

"Do you really think so?" Dracula raised his eyebrows and asked with a half-smile.

"Ahem..." Bagman trembled violently, feeling as if Dracula could completely see through his thoughts, "Well... I must have this idea, just look at Professor Dracula and I don’t agree…”

Rita looked at Bagman like he was a piece of trash, but decided to take action herself.

"Professor Dracula, being interviewed by me will definitely do you no harm at all." She said with a very sincere expression, "With an image like yours, you only need some special skills to become the top of the magic world..."

"And you are also the first legendary figure to be re-elected as Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. You only need to publicize it in newspapers a few more times and publish a few books. You will definitely be more famous than Lockhart at that time!"

“This is much faster than making money as a professor!”

Rita smiled confidently. She felt that no one could resist the temptation of being famous and making a lot of money at the same time.

After listening to the reporter's introduction, Dracula seemed to be very interested and slowly raised the corners of his mouth.

"Don't worry, I'm a top reporter. I've worked with many Quidditch stars, singers, and drama stars. I'm the best at packaging images!" Rita thought Dracula had an idea, so she quickly said while the iron was hot.

"Professor Dracula, I don't need any benefits, as long as you can give me the rights to conduct subsequent interviews and write biographies..."

"Why do you think I would be interested in money and fame?" Dracula suddenly interrupted Rita Skeeter.

"You are joking, who wouldn't be interested in money and fame?" Rita felt a little uncomfortable and forced a smile, "Aren't you working hard to hold such a dangerous professorship just to earn money and fame? "

"I have worked with Gilderoy Lockhart. When he was the most famous, he wanted to be a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor for a year, just to become more famous..."

"So you all think so?" Dracula laughed with interest, "Interesting."

Indeed, most wizards who serve as Defense Against the Dark Arts professors have ulterior motives.

At that time, Quirrell wanted to help Voldemort steal the Philosopher's Stone, and later Lockhart wanted to add gold to his resume... From this point of view, Dracula had another purpose.

He came to Hogwarts to be a professor just for fun.

Now it seems that there will probably be a lot of fun during the competition.

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