Hogwarts vampire professor

"I'll count down to three, and you all can cast the spell together." Dracula stood on the podium and said coldly, "If you don't want your homework to be doubled or you'll be put in solitary confinement, just do your best to cast your spell!"

"Three." He muttered indifferently.

The little wizards were at a loss. Most of them looked helplessly at the students in front, behind, and left, hoping to find a unified front.

"two."

Driven by the "righteous and awe-inspiring" expressions of Fred and George, they gradually made up their minds and picked up their wands one by one in a panic.

"one."

As Dracula finished speaking, the Weasley twins, as the leaders in attacking the professor, took the lead in using their special skill——

"Mucus ad Nauseam!"

Dracula's eyes twitched slightly, and he slapped the vicious snot curse back on the two of them in disgust. Fred and George's identical noses immediately began to runny noses.

The twins looked at each other, sniffed in unison, and then began to fight, happily wiping snot on each other's clothes.

The remaining little wizards gradually gathered their courage when they saw someone taking the lead. Also under the pressure of doubled homework and confinement, they cast various spells on Dracula one after another.

Dracula saw this and did not dodge. Instead, he chuckled and spread his hands, even closed his eyes, and used his body to absorb all the curses.

The next moment, the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom fell into silence.

"Professor? Professor?"

Seeing that Dracula was motionless, Cedric, who just didn't have the heart to do anything, called out softly.

"Professor, are you okay?"

Seeing this scene, other little wizards also started to panic. The classroom immediately became noisy.

The twins rolling on the ground wiped their noses, stopped playing, and looked at Dracula on the podium.

"Professor Dracula, has something really happened to you?" There was unconcealable joy on their faces.

Dracula, who was analyzing the strength of the little wizards' spells, frowned when he heard the chaotic sounds in the classroom.

"Quiet!" He opened his eyes and tapped his pointer heavily on the lectern.

"The calculation results are out. The spell I just received does not exceed Mr. Diggory's. Diggory doesn't have to do this homework." Dracula said, "The next five people whose names I called will do their homework. Times, come to my office for confinement at night!"

Dracula singled out the five people who dared not cast the spell at all, and took them aside alone to let them practice more on their own. The get out of class was not allowed to end until the spell was cast.

The task for others is to read the textbook on their own and master the theoretical content of the first part of "Black Magic: Self-Defense Guide" in the next class.

After arranging these contents, Dracula walked around the classroom very comfortably, quickly reading the students' textbooks, and quickly understood the first part of the content that the third-grade wizard had to learn, and successfully taught without any textbooks.

When he turned to the Weasley brothers, Fred raised his hand weakly.

"What's wrong?" Dracula asked curiously.

"Professor, do you really feel no discomfort after being hit by so many spells?" He asked with a snot on his face, unwilling to give up.

George also nodded in agreement.

"Don't worry, I'll be fine." Dracula showed a malicious smile, "You should save money during this period, I'll wait for you to pay me forty galleons!"

The twins lowered their heads in unison, with sad faces.

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After class, Dracula went to the principal's office immediately.

"I think the teaching at Hogwarts is very problematic." Dracula sat casually in front of the wall hung with portraits, holding a bloody-flavored lollipop just delivered by Honeydukes in his mouth, "How could there be A student who has studied magic for two years but can't even cast a spell? Dumbledore, what do you want the four founders to think of you?"

"Professor Dracula, the third-year students are all wizards who have passed the second-year final exam. It is impossible for them not to be able to cast a spell." Dumbledore did not feel dissatisfied and comforted with a smile, "I think , it’s possible that your teaching style scares them.”

"It's not because I'm scared, but because of their own mentality. The students at Hogwarts are all spoiled!" Dracula bit into the lollipop and subconsciously wanted to throw it out of the window. .

But he immediately thought of Professor McGonagall who pursed her lips seriously, silently retracted his outstretched hand, and threw the candy stick to Fox's paw.

"Help me clean up the trash, Fox." Dracula stroked the golden-red feathers of the phoenix, and then said, "If it had been a few more centuries, students like this would not have been able to survive in society after graduation."

Fox glanced at him with disgust, but due to the strong dark power of the vampire, the bird was very stressed, so Fox breathed out a ball of fire and burned the candy stick to ashes.

"Professor Dracula, times are changing." Dumbledore adjusted his glasses slightly and said to the antique-level figure in front of him, "In fact, after today's wizards leave campus, even if they are not that strong, they can still survive. Very good."

"Among the students I have taught alone, there are many wizards who are not very strong but live a good life - such as the famous female magician singer Celestina Warbeck, who founded the Nimbus Competition Devlin Whitehorn of Broomsticks, Glenda Chittock, the famous host of the wizarding radio syndicated show "The Magic Hour"..."

"In this era, everyone can always find their shining point in different fields."

A gentle smile appeared in Dumbledore's eyes, staring into Dracula's wine-red eyes.

Dracula was silent for a moment.

"Maybe what you said makes sense." He looked deeply at Dumbledore and said in a deep voice, "But the curse of Defense Against the Dark Arts is still there, which means that Voldemort has not completely passed away."

"A new round of war is not far away, right? By then, what ability will those wizards who are outstanding in other fields have to protect themselves?"

Dumbledore was stunned for a moment, then shook his head with a sigh, took off his glasses, and wiped them carefully.

"Sometimes, what people say about 'the mysterious man is dead' is just self-deception. In fact, many people understand it, but more people forget it due to self-deception." After a while, he said this.

"The decline of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts in the past few decades has indeed had a huge impact on the magical world here."

"That's why Hogwarts needs Defense Against the Dark Arts professors like you, Earl."

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