Hogwarts vampire professor

Unlike the Halloween dinner, the most sumptuous Christmas banquet starts at noon.

Harry and Ron walked into the Great Hall and looked at the spectacular scene of the Christmas banquet in shock——

There were a hundred fat roast turkeys on the table, mountains of roasted meats and boiled potatoes, large plates of delicious sausages, bowls of peas mixed with butter, and plates of thick and thick meat. Marinated and lingonberry sauce…

Every few steps along the dining table, there are piles of wizard packets and firecrackers placed beside the table.

Fred and George were playing with firecrackers, and with a "bang" sound, like a cannon bombing, a puff of blue smoke engulfed the twins. The two of them laughed happily and had a great time.

Harry and Ron could vaguely hear one of the twins talking about their great ambition in the future, which was to create a firework that could engulf the entire Hogwarts Castle.

Harry looked past the blue smoke caused by Fred and George and looked up at the professor's chair. He saw Dumbledore on the chair turning his pointed wizard hat into a bonnet decorated with flowers. Professor Flitwick had just told him a joke, and he laughed happily.

Dracula, on the other hand, shook the wine glass in his hand and looked in the direction of Harry and Ron with evil intentions.

"Ron, why do I feel that Professor Dracula looks at us a little strangely?" Harry was a little flustered by Dracula's look, and whispered to Ron, who was chewing a chicken leg next to him.

Before Ron could swallow the chicken drumstick in his mouth, he muttered, "It's okay. The professor must have liked the gift we gave him so much that he wanted to come over and thank us."

After hearing Ron's words, Harry turned to look at Dracula suspiciously and found that he had already looked away.

"Maybe you're right." Harry nodded and grabbed a chicken leg.

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"Professor Dracula, why aren't you wearing a Santa hat?"

In the professor's seat at the front of the auditorium, Dumbledore, wearing a millinery decorated with flowers, looked at Dracula with a smile.

Professor McGonagall nodded in agreement, her tall black top hat swaying slightly with her movements.

"No, I'm not interested in Christmas." Dracula shrugged, focusing on the bowl of bright red pudding in front of him.

"Come on, Professor Dracula, it always has to be more in line with the Christmas atmosphere!" Professor Flitwick stood on a tall chair and helped Dracula choose one with a paper hat hidden inside. Colorful flowers and firecrackers.

As Professor Flitwick waved his wand, the colorful flowers in front of the professor's chair burst into thick pink smoke - a pink paper hat covered with small white hearts emerged from the smoke.

"Oh, what a vibrant color scheme." Professor Flitwick seemed a little surprised at his luck and looked at Dracula, "Do you have any idea of ​​wearing this hat as a Christmas hat?"

Looking at the pink paper hat, Dracula waved his hand in disgust.

"It's not necessary. I thought about it carefully and I feel like I can actually wear a hat."

Then, Dracula stretched out his hand toward the door of the auditorium——

"Accio!"

Within a moment, a brown leather peaked hat that looked brand new flew in from the door of the auditorium and landed directly in Dracula's hands.

Seeing this hat, Dumbledore was slightly startled, and then showed a helpless expression.

"Ahhhhhh, don't let me know who it is. Flying from the eighth floor to the first floor will make me afraid of heights!" The brand new brown pointed hat complained loudly, claiming that he must report to the principal that he was flying casually. Come and curse the wizard who summoned it.

Then, it saw Dracula looking at it with a half-smile.

"Ahem, Lord Earl, it turns out it's you!" the Sorting Hat said sarcastically, "What did I just say? Oh yes, I mean the gentleman who can call me from the eighth floor of the castle to the first floor. The level of spellcasting is really high, I must report the truth to the principal so that he can be put to good use!"

"You react quite quickly." Dracula said playfully.

"Of course, I am a magic hat that combines the will of the four founders and has my own thoughts!" The Sorting Hat tilted back, as if it was raising its head proudly.

Hearing the sound of the sorting hat, other professors looked over.

"Is this the Sorting Hat?!" Professor Flitwick, who was next to Dracula, opened his eyes in shock, "Merlin's beard, how come it has become so clean, I can't recognize it at all!"

"Has this hat been reincarnated? Doesn't even have a patch?" Professor Kettleburn walked over with a cane and his wooden legs, looking at the brand new Sorting Hat curiously.

"..."

Hearing the shocked words of the professors, the Sorting Hat drooped again.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu Those are all symbols of my many vicissitudes. What is the difference between me and those ordinary hats now..."

"Quiet down, Hat." Dracula grabbed the tip of the Sorting Hat and picked it up. "Christmas is here, but I didn't buy a Santa hat, so I had to use you instead."

"Wait a minute, I'm a magic hat. How can you compare me with those ordinary Santa hats?! And you can obviously make one yourself..." At this moment, the Sorting Hat saw Dracula's finger. The cold flames dancing on the sky.

He changed his mind and said: "...But of course what I created is not professional enough. It is an honor for me to be used as a Santa hat by you!"

Dracula then took back the flame on his finger, put the Sorting Hat on his head, and got into the Christmas atmosphere.

Just then, the Sorting Hat started muttering,

"Well, it's difficult, very difficult. I think there are enough..."

"...What are you muttering about?" Dracula interrupted the Sorting Hat's remarks and asked with a frown.

"Um..." The Sorting Hat then realized that this was not a sorting scene, but a Christmas party, "I'm sorry, Lord Earl. Occupational disease, occupational disease..."

When the issue of occupational diseases was mentioned, Dracula suddenly became interested in what the Sorting Hat wanted to say.

"When you had an occupational disease just now, just read it to me which college you want to assign me to." He said to the sorting hat, "I would like to see which founder I have the most similar ideas to. .”

"This...isn't this good?" the Sorting Hat said in embarrassment.

"It's okay, just say it, you can say whatever you want." Dracula comforted.

"Oh well."

The Sorting Hat took a deep breath, brewing the emotions deep in the brim of the hat, and then shouted out——

"Azkaban!"

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