Hogwarts vampire professor

After the opening banquet, Professor Dumbledore stood up again. The auditorium also returned to silence.

He put forward some precautions to the young wizards and told them not to go to the Forbidden Forest or cast spells in the corridors.

Dumbledore's expression was not very serious, so these reminders would probably have no effect.

At least when Dracula, who was sitting in the professor's seat, glanced towards the audience, he could clearly see the eagerness to try in the eyes of many Gryffindor wizards.

After saying the precautions and a notice, Dumbledore's expression suddenly became solemn.

"Finally, I must tell everyone that anyone who does not want to suffer an accident and die in pain should not enter the corridor on the right side of the fourth floor." He said seriously.

There seemed to be a few laughs from the audience, as if they thought Dumbledore was joking.

Dracula curiously turned his gaze to the short Professor Flitwick beside him and asked, "He doesn't look like he is joking."

"Oh! It's not true." Professor Flitwick replied in a unique sharp voice, "Albus seems to want to protect something. Some time ago, he asked some of our main professors to set up some interesting levels to prevent that thing. Stolen by thieves."

"Oh? Why didn't I know about this? Isn't the Defense Against the Dark Arts class not the main class?" Dracula asked.

"Of course Defense Against the Dark Arts is the main course! Well, even though I haven't enjoyed the treatment of the main course in the past few decades..." Professor Flitwick touched his mustache and said coquettishly, "But Professor Dracula, don't you It's normal to know this. You happened to be away when Albus was looking for someone to set up the levels, so he asked Quirrell to do it for you."

"That's right." Dracula nodded.

The next moment, he saw the smile on Professor Flitwick's face froze.

Standing in the middle of the professor's chair, Dumbledore faced all the students and flicked his wand. A long golden ribbon flew out of the wand, twisting and coiling high above the dining table like a snake. Lines of text.

"Everyone chooses the tune he likes." Dumbledore said, "Get ready and sing!"

Dracula's expression froze when he heard the "singing" of all the teachers and students.

"Wait a minute, a thousand years have passed, and Hogwarts still hasn't found someone to compose a tune for the school song?!"

Amidst the noisy "singing" that sounded like a quarrel, Dracula asked Professor Flitwick loudly beside him.

Professor Flitwick was so happy that he stopped singing with everyone. He stood on a chair and said equally loudly: "Every headmaster believes that this is the tradition of Hogwarts, and no one is willing to break it!"

Dracula was speechless, not knowing what expression to make.

He still vaguely remembered that Ravenclaw wrote the lyrics to the Hogwarts school song a thousand years ago. But given that the music of that era in Britain was still very backward, people at that time could only play bagpipes and harps.

In order to prevent the school song from lowering the style of Hogwarts too much, the four founders passed down the words separately, hoping that in future generations, outstanding wizard composers would compose moving tunes for the Hogwarts school song.

Who would have thought that later principals would regard not composing the school song as the deep intention of the founder, and always follow the tradition of free tunes, even to this day, a thousand years later...

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After enduring the school song, Dracula returned to his office.

The Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office is located on the third floor, connected to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom on the second floor. Every time there is a class, the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor only needs to open the side door of his office and walk down a short flight of steps to the classroom.

Dracula was completely unsure whether this layout had always been like this, or whether Dumbledore had specially arranged it to guard against his habit of jumping out of windows...

In an office decorated with a dark aesthetic, Dracula met his teaching assistant Quirrell.

“So the way you get rid of the smell of garlic is to cover it up with a worse stench??”

Before Quirrell came in, Dracula frowned and set up a dark barrier, shutting him tightly behind the barrier.

"Professor Dracula, you must be considerate...of me." Quirrell stood behind the barrier and stammered. "Because I met... a vampire in Romania, and in order to prevent him from coming... to me, I can only do this."

Dracula's eyes moved slightly after hearing Quirrell's reason.

"Have you seen any vampires in Romania?" he asked curiously.

"Yes, it is."

"How are they doing now?" Dracula's attitude became a little more serious. He sat upright from the back of the chair and looked at Quirrell.

"What...what's going on?" Quirrell looked at him blankly.

"Their behavioral habits, ways of doing things, mental outlook, the prosperity of the ethnic group, etc." Dracula showed a smile that he thought was quite kind, and even endured the stench and put Quirrell into the office from behind the barrier. "Don't put too much pressure on me, just talk casually."

"Um..." Quirrell was a little dazed and stammered, "It's just...no different from usual. The vampire is still...as brutal as before, with a blue face, ugly face...ugly, and a thin body..."

"When he saw me, he rushed towards me and wanted to suck my blood. Of course I didn't want to, so I started fighting with him. I... we fought for a long time, and I used... a magic spell to drive him away. …”

"Enough, it's all nonsense!"

The more Dracula listened, the darker his face became, until he couldn't listen anymore and slapped him out of the door.

"I don't care what reasons you find, get rid of the smell or expel you, you choose one!"

Quirrell fell out of the door and hit the back of his head heavily on the pillar in the corridor.

He stretched out his hand to rub his painful head, but when he reached halfway, a vicious curse sounded in his mind.

Quirrell quickly retracted the hand that was almost on the back of his head, stood up and left Dracula's office dejectedly.

However, he had just taken a few steps when he was suddenly grabbed back by an invisible hand.

"One more thing." Dracula once again laid out a barrier to isolate the smell and asked behind the barrier, "I heard that you set a barrier for the things that Dumbledore wants to protect? What is it that he wants to protect? do you know?"

Hearing Dracula's question, Quirrell's whole body tensed up.

"I...I'm not sure. I'm only responsible for setting up the...levels." He said carefully.

"I guess you don't know either." Dracula curled his lips, "So what is arranged in the level?"

"A...a troll."

Quirrell was thrown out of the office again and his head hit the same pillar.

"I said how could you stink like this? It turns out it's the smell of the troll." Dracula frowned in disgust.

"Go and throw your troll out of Hogwarts immediately. I'll set up the levels!"

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