Hogwarts vampire professor

Dracula frowned and stared at Quirrell, who showed no signs of anything abnormal.

He couldn't figure it out. Based on Quirrell's previous performance, it is almost certain that he is under Voldemort's control. But the person who wanted to kill Harry in the Quidditch match was not Quirrell.

Could it be that the Dark Lord Who Must Not Be Named was still able to control more than one wizard to infiltrate Hogwarts Castle even if he was so weak?

Dracula quickly scanned the entire Quidditch pitch and soon discovered another person behaving strangely——

Head of Slytherin House, Severus Snape!

At this time, Snape was standing in the middle of one of the stands, his eyes fixed on Harry and muttering silently.

But Dracula could see that Snape was clearly not the one who placed the jinx on Harry's broom.

Although his eyes were full of disgust for Harry, there was also anxiety and worry that couldn't be resolved on his face, which was extremely complicated.

"It's really interesting. Snape is actually reciting a counter-curse to save his most hated student." Dracula raised his lips.

Seeing that Snape's counter-curse was quite effective and would not let Harry fall for a while, Dracula began to observe Snape with great interest, admiring his complicated expression of disgust and worry. .

Although Dracula could see Snape's purpose, other young wizards did not have his vision.

Harry's good friend Hermione was very alert and quickly noticed Snape's mumbling movements and determined that he was the bad guy who was casting a curse on Harry.

So she made a quick decision and ran down the stand, running quickly towards the stand opposite where Snape was.

Hermione trudged through the crowd to the stand where Snape was. She walked quickly along the row of seats behind him, and even accidentally bumped into the back of Mr. Quirrell, who was watching the fun, causing him to fall forward to the seats in the row.

"Why...are you in such a hurry, Miss Granger?" Quirrell turned around and asked stammeringly.

"I'm sorry, Teacher Quirrell, but I really don't have time to explain now!"

After a casual apology, Hermione's steps did not stop at all, and she went through all the hardships to reach Snape's side.

While all the attention of the people around her was focused on Harry fighting with the broom, she squatted down, took out her wand, and whispered a few spells that she had learned by herself in her spare time.

Then bright blue flames burst from her wand and leaped to the hem of Snape's robes.

Hermione thought this was the most appropriate spell in the current situation.

The bluebell flames are not as dangerous as real fire. They can be touched and penetrated without causing burns, but they can incinerate materials such as clothing and plants. Because of this, this kind of flame will not cause harm to innocent students, and can be recycled at any time, making it less likely to be discovered by Snape.

After about thirty seconds, Snape, who was concentrating on chanting the spell, realized that his body was on fire, and he had to look away from Harry for a moment.

Meanwhile, Hermione quickly gathered the bluebell flame away from him, put it in her pocket, and hurried back down the row of seats - she was sure that Snape would never know what was going on.

But at the precise moment when Snape looked back, the counter-curse that had been maintaining its effect stopped. The brand new Nimbus 2000 completely lost control and suddenly threw Harry off the broom!

The entire audience stood up and looked at Harry falling rapidly in shock.

Hermione was even more surprised and covered her mouth. She looked at Snape in front of her and found that there was an expression called panic on his face - this expression had never appeared on Snape's face. !

Snape panicked and took out his wand from his sleeve, trying to use a slowing spell to save Harry. On the other side, Professor McGonagall also stretched out her wand in time and recited the slowing spell——

"Arresto Momentum."

The next moment, both professors were shocked.

Their slowing spell has failed!

With the spellcasting skills of the two professors Snape and McGonagall, they have not encountered spell failure for many years. Now in the emergency situation where Harry is about to fall, the slowing spells used by the two people suddenly lost their effect. This is undoubtedly a life and death test for the young savior!

Harry, danger!

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On the other side, the Gryffindor beaters, the Weasley twins, have been trying to save Harry.

As early as when Harry's broom started to move, the two tried to pull Harry onto one of their brooms, but failed - whenever they got close to him, the broomstick would instantly jump higher.

After the operation failed, they no longer cared about winning or losing the Quidditch match or the bet with Slytherin, and flew towards the conspicuous big black umbrella in the stands like crazy.

"Professor, can you save Harry? I know you can!"

"Yes, you are Harry's most admired professor. Don't let him down, Professor!"

The two flew to the stand where Dracula was and shouted anxiously.

Cedric under the umbrella also looked at him expectantly.

"Why, in your mind am I the kind of person who refuses to save someone even if they die?" Dracula chuckled.

Seeing the smile on his face, the three little wizards subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

Looking at Harry, who was still falling rapidly, Dracula looked at Professor McGonagall and Snape with some surprise as the spell had expired, and stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers.

Then, a large bat of the same type as the bat that captured Cedric fluttered out from under the umbrella, and flew below Harry in a few flashes.

The big bat easily caught Harry's falling body, smoothly drew downward in an arc, and placed Harry on the soft Quidditch pitch.

In the sky, Ms. Huo Qi also rode her broom and picked up Harry's Nimbus 2000 before it fell to the ground.

She dropped it on the ground and was about to take it back for a thorough inspection.

"Are you okay, Harry?" Ms. Huo Qi looked at Harry who was covering his mouth as if he was about to vomit, and said with a worried look, "Oh, poor kid, this is the first time he has encountered such a thing. .”

"Don't worry, kid. Those shots from the Slytherin team that take advantage of your broomstick won't count. You can compete again next time."

As she spoke, Ms. Huo Qi pointed her wand at her throat, spreading the referee's voice throughout the audience——

"I announce that today's competition will be..."

"Wait, Ms. Huo Qi!"

Harry finally spat out what was in his mouth, interrupting Ms. Hooch's sentencing in time.

"I caught the Snitch!" he yelled, waving the ball high above his head.

The game ended with Gryffindor's cheers and Slytherin's protests. After the referee's approval, Gryffindor won the final victory!

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In the chaos, in a corner where no one saw, a young wizard with black hair, a handsome and sinister face quietly left the Quidditch pitch.

There is a blank diary in his hand, and the two words written in ink gradually disappear——

"Finite Incantatem."

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