Hogwarts vampire professor

"Damn it! Dracula knows everything, he just keeps playing tricks on me!"

In Quirrell's cramped teaching assistant's office, the young Voldemort, who looked much more solidified than in his previous form, now had a ferocious face, and his handsome appearance looked extremely distorted.

"You loser, haven't you found a way to deal with that beast until now?!" He glared at Quirrell fiercely and threw the thick pile of homework he had just collected on his face. What else do you do with homework and writing lesson plans? I asked you to sneak into Hogwarts to steal the Philosopher's Stone, not to find a hard-working assistant for Dracula!"

Quirrell knelt on the ground, trembling all over, letting his homework scatter on the floor, not daring to make any move or rebuttal.

"Oh, I should have let you, a loser, die in the hands of Dracula back in the Leaky Cauldron." Voldemort's voice was cold, "I spent a lot of my soul saving you from Dracula's control that time. Part of the consumption of the original energy can be replenished after obtaining the Horcrux Diary."

"However, in order to protect your identity, the curses and curses used on the Quidditch pitch once again consumed most of my original energy!"

"The blood of the unicorn sacrificed some time ago did have some effect, but I am still far from recovering. It is impossible to use this power again just because of a trivial matter. In this case, you can't even kill a beast. Could it be that Do I have to take action personally every time? Then what use do I need from you!"

"I'm sorry...Master." Chilo said tremblingly, "I...I have actually thought of a way. As long as the Romanian smuggler I contacted transports the dragon eggs, I can use the dragon eggs to make a bet with Hagrid. , and figured out his method of dealing with the three-headed dog..."

"That's too obvious, idiot!" Voldemort roared, "That stupid big guy Hagrid wanted to raise a fire dragon, but someone just lost the bet to him and thoughtfully gave the dragon egg to him. ?A ten-year-old kid can see there’s something wrong with this!”

"Don't you understand yet? Both Dracula and Dumbledore are just fishing for a big fish with a long-term goal! They may expose our purpose at any time, as long as we show the slightest sign of wanting to take action, An unbreakable net will immediately be thrown over our heads!"

"Then...then we don't have any solution?" Quirrell raised his head, showing an extremely pale face, his eyes full of despair, "How can we not be noticed by them even if we are at such a disadvantage? "

Voldemort's face also became extremely ugly, and he could not think of any feasible solution at this time.

Defeating the three-headed dog in the first level by him personally seems to be the only way now without showing any signs.

However, the few remaining soul sources are what he relies on to save his life, and are the last insurance for him to make a comeback. It is really not worth the gain to deal with a beast.

What's more, there are many levels set up by other professors behind the three-headed dog. Who knows if there will be more dangers waiting for him?

So we can only give up on this magic stone that is so close at hand? Voldemort raised his head slightly, and his gaze seemed to go beyond the ceiling and saw the restricted area on the fourth floor...

At this moment, the diary on the desk suddenly opened without any wind.

A line of beautiful handwriting appeared out of thin air on the blank page——

"I have an idea."

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Quirrell and Voldemort were not the only ones upset at Hogwarts.

Snape was also upset because the Quidditch match between Gryffindor and Hufflepuff was about to begin, and he was worried that Quirrell, who was controlled by the Dark Lord, would do something detrimental to Lily's child again.

So he squeezed Ms. Hooch out by any means and became the Quidditch referee of this game.

After becoming a referee, he can focus on Harry and remove the curse on him in time; he can also easily scan the entire Quidditch field to find the person who cursed Harry.

Of course, it would be better if we can cause some trouble for the Gryffindor team and let the team with the most points currently lose to Hufflepuff. If this continues, Slytherin may still have a chance to win the championship. !

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Harry, Ron, and Hermione were also distraught because they were afraid that Harry would experience another vicious incident of being cursed.

Harry was lucky last time and was saved by the giant bat conjured by Professor Dracula. This time, however, Hermione and Ron agreed that the person who hexed Harry would use a more vicious and powerful curse and throw him to the ground before the professors could react.

"I have to participate in the competition," Harry said to Ron and Hermione with a firm look in his eyes. "If I quit, the Slytherins will think that I am afraid and dare not face any difficulties. I just want to see The kind of scene where the smug smile disappears from their face after we win.”

"As long as we don't lift you off the field." Hermione was a little sad, but then her eyes suddenly lit up, "By the way, Professor Snape is the referee this time, and he will definitely protect you. Yes! He tried his best to save people in the audience last time, and this time when he is the referee, it will be no exception!"

Harry was stunned for a moment, thinking of Snape's expression of extreme disgust when he usually looked at his face, and couldn't help but feel an extremely unreal feeling. The key is that the last time Snape recited the counter-curse for him did indeed happen, and he couldn't refute it at all.

"I just hope that when he is the referee, he won't keep deducting points from Gryffindor like he usually does. Thank God." After all, he couldn't bear to say good things about Snape and said harshly.

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In the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office, looking at the two red-haired twins with playful smiles in front of him, even Dracula became a little upset.

"What are you two trying to do?" He asked helplessly, looking at the Weasley brothers wearing red Quidditch uniforms.

"Professor, today is an important battle between Gryffindor and Hufflepuff. If we win this battle, our Gryffindor will basically be sure to win the Quidditch Cup!" George said, "But now there is a Problem - Harry's old enemy Snape is the referee of this game, and as usual, he will definitely favor Hufflepuff House."

"So we need to find a stronger professor to suppress Snape. In addition, it would be better if this professor can give Harry the courage to win!"

"That's right. And you saved Harry when he was cursed in the last Quidditch match." Fred nodded repeatedly, and after George finished speaking, he added, "Professor, you also You don’t want the little wizard you are covering to be plotted against, do you?”

"..."

After all, Dracula held an umbrella and walked on the path to the Quidditch pitch, lost in thought.

Why does that sentence just now sound so familiar?

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