Hogwarts vampire professor

No. 21, Rue Montmorency, in a medieval-style room with a strong atmosphere of weirdness, Dracula was leaning comfortably by the window, the goblet in his hand shaking gently.

"So, a lot of interesting things happened during the hundred years I slept?" He took a sip of the bright red wine and said thoughtfully.

"The global wizarding war, the love-hate relationship between two genius wizards, the interesting magical animal expert and his Muggle friends, the terrifying mysterious man... Damn it! How many interesting things have I missed in my one hundred years of sleep? "

Immediately, he looked at the old man in front of him and asked angrily:

"Old guy, why don't you wake me up?"

In front of Dracula was an old man with all white hair and wrinkles on his face. At this time, he was looking helplessly at Dracula who was leaning against the window.

"You didn't tell me where you put your coffin. Where can I wake you up?" he said.

Dracula silently glanced at the large crystal ball on the workbench by the window and couldn't help but curl his lips.

"We've known each other for hundreds of years, and I still don't know you? I think you're clearly afraid that I'll be complicit with that Grindelwald!" He drained the remaining wine in the glass in one gulp, and said, "Otherwise your Is the divination ability just a display?"

At this time, another white-haired old woman came over, gave Dracula a full glass of blood-red wine, and then said with a smile:

"We haven't seen each other for a hundred years. It doesn't matter if we weren't moved to the point of crying. Why did we start a quarrel as soon as we met?"

"Perenal, you just came to make a comment." Dracula thanked him, then picked up the wine glass and said dissatisfiedly, "Do you think this old guy Nico did it on purpose, causing me to miss it?" So many interesting things.”

The old woman Perenal Flamel just smiled without comment.

"Okay, okay, I knew you would complain early on, so I found another interesting place for you to go." Nico Flamel seemed to know that he was in the wrong and said with a smile.

The wine glass Dracula just raised paused in the air, and then turned to look at him.

"There is a phenomenon that has appeared in Hogwarts in recent years, and I think you will definitely be interested in it." Nico said, "It is said that the subject of Defense Against the Dark Arts has been cursed by a mysterious man. For fifty years, no professor has been able to teach... He stayed in this position for a full year without any problems."

Nico looked at Dracula's expression and teased: "How about it, would the legendary Count Dracula be afraid of such a curse?"

An intriguing smile slowly appeared on the corner of Dracula's mouth.

"interesting."

With a bang, the goblet filled with bright red wine was slapped on the window sill by Dracula.

Then, he pushed open the window next to him and stepped on the window frame.

"Nico, Perenal, let's see you next time!" Dracula turned to look at the Flamel couple who had not yet reacted, and smiled happily.

The next moment, he jumped out of Nico's window sill.

Along with the scattered shadow of the bats, Dracula's figure disappeared into the night sky, leaving only the blood-red wine on the window lattice swaying in the glass.

The bright moon reflected in the wine is stained with the bright red color of the wine, which is particularly bright...

Flamel and his wife stood there in astonishment, looking at each other.

"Didn't he even stay for a meal?" asked Perenal, dumbfounded.

"Don't you know Dracula yet?" Nico shook his head slightly and sighed, "He has always been like this. If he finds something interesting, he will go and see it no matter what."

"After all, a thousand years is too long and too boring..."

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In the silent night, a majestic castle stood in the night.

There are many spiers on the castle, and the lights from countless windows complement each other with the stars in the sky. The rising morning glow in the distance adds a wisp of purple to the edge of the castle, adding to the mysterious and heavy look.

In the brightly lit Hogwarts principal's office, Dracula, dressed in black and red robes, quietly appeared at the window and looked at the layout of the place.

Phoenix, who was originally lazy, was startled when he felt his aura. He flapped his wings and landed warily on the shoulders of an old man with white hair in front of the desk.

The old man was tall and thin, wearing a purple wizard robe. His silver-white hair and beard were long enough to be tucked into the belt of his clothes.

He didn't seem to be surprised at all when he saw this uninvited guest. He just stroked Phoenix Fox's feathers kindly to calm its nervous mood.

Then he looked at Dracula, smiled and pointed to the cups on the table.

"Good morning, Sir Dracula. Nico has often mentioned you to me." He said as if entertaining a friend, "Tea, juice or coffee?"

Dracula frowned at the drink in front of him and shook his head slightly.

"No need." He pulled out the chair in front of his desk, sat down, and said to the old man, "Are you the current principal of Hogwarts, Albus Dumbledore?"

Dumbledore smiled and nodded.

At the same time, he kept rummaging through the desk drawer, and then took out a blood-red lollipop.

"I almost forgot, vampires probably don't like these ordinary drinks very much." As he said, he handed the lollipop to Dracula and said happily, "You can try this! The Honeydukes sweet treat package comes with The bloody flavored lollipop is a gift, maybe you’ll like it?”

Dracula looked at the lollipop handed over by Dumbledore and couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth.

"Principal Dumbledore, I am here to discuss something very important with you. Please be more serious." He decisively rejected the bloody lollipop and took out a piece of paper from his pocket with a serious look on his face. Parchment full of complex runes.

"This is the title deed of Hogwarts. Back then, Slytherin set a lease term for Hogwarts of one thousand years, starting from 991 AD, and this year is 1991, which is exactly one thousand years."

"Mr. Principal, the lease term for Hogwarts is up!" Dracula's lips curled up slightly, "You don't want the students at Hogwarts to be displaced, right?"

There was a moment of confusion on Dumbledore's face, and he was no longer as calm as before.

He adjusted his glasses, took the parchment and looked at it carefully.

From Dumbledore's perspective, he could see the magic fluctuations on the parchment that came from the same source as the castle, as well as the magic marks left by each of the four founders. There was no possibility of fraud.

Considering the era of Dracula's birth and his legendary relationship with Slytherin, Dumbledore had to admit the authenticity of this land deed.

"Sir Dracula, I heard that you and the four founders are very good friends." His face slowed down and he asked thoughtfully, "Hogwarts is their hard work. You should not say that you will take it back." Take it back?"

"It depends on your performance." Dracula leaned back in his chair comfortably and chuckled, "If you can find some interesting things for me, maybe I will stop this when I am in a good mood. Time is pushed back just a little bit.”

"This is quite simple." Dumbledore breathed a sigh of relief and took out an appointment letter that he had prepared long ago from the table. "We have a position of Defense Against the Dark Arts professor here. The professor in this position will be appointed every year. Due to various unexpected changes, I believe you, Sir Dracula, will be somewhat interested in this."

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