Hogwarts vampire professor

On a bright sunny day, there was a room in the Leaky Cauldron with thick curtains, blocking out all light.

A letter stamped with the Hogwarts postmark was torn in half and crumpled on the table by the window.

Quirinus Quirrell, whom Harry had just mentioned, was falling to the ground in pain, screaming, and a purple turban fell aside, revealing his bare head.

Where the back of Quirrell's head should have been, there was an extremely hideous and terrifying face. The face is as white as chalk, with bright red eyes and two slender nostrils like snakes underneath.

At this time, the ferocious face on the back of Quirrell's head was roaring and cursing angrily:

"Damn Dumbledore, how dare he go back on his words to me! And if his newly recruited Defense Against the Dark Arts professor dares to take my position, I will make his life worse than death!!"

This ferocious face is none other than Voldemort, who is feared in the wizarding world!

However, at this time, he was no longer as independent and powerful as he once was. Instead, he was extremely weak and could only live in Quirrell's body as a remnant soul.

When Quirrell received a letter from Dumbledore telling him that the Defense Against the Dark Arts class had found a more suitable professor, Voldemort, who was parasitic in the back of his head, was furious.

Voldemort wanted to become a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor decades ago.

After being rejected twice in a row, he even put a curse on the position so that no one could work in this position for more than a year.

Moreover, this position is not only related to his obsession, but also an extremely important part of his plan to steal the magic stone. If Quirrell loses this position, all his plans and foreshadowing will be in vain.

"It's all because you are a loser and you didn't get the Philosopher's Stone in Gringotts, otherwise why would we be so passive!"

Voldemort's parasitic power in Quirrell's body boiled crazily, making Quirrell miserable.

"Master, we can go find him and kill him!" He shouted in pain, "I will definitely handle this matter and won't let you down again!"

At this moment, there was a sudden "dong dong dong" knock on the door.

The voices in the room fell silent for a moment.

Quirrell took a breath, fumbled around and picked up his wand, waved it gently, and lifted the soundproofing spell.

Then he acted cowardly and said to the door: "No...didn't you say, don't...don't come...to disturb me?"

There was a pause at the knocking on the door.

However, Voldemort's ferocious face suddenly changed color, and he whispered to Quirrell quickly:

"Hurry up and put on the hood, he has already cracked the defensive magic at the door!"

Quirrell's expression changed, and he immediately waved his wand in a panic, wrapping the turban that fell on the ground around his head.

"boom!"

The next moment, the door of the Leaky Cauldron Bar room was pushed open and hit the wall heavily.

A tall man with silver hair and burgundy eyes strolled in, looking maliciously at the wizard wearing a large turban in front of him.

"I heard that the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts lives in this room. I specially came to visit..." Before he could finish his words, Dracula frowned, "Why is it so heavy? The smell of garlic?”

As he spoke, he waved his hand involuntarily, opened the tightly closed curtains and windows, and then a strong wind blew.

Quirrell subconsciously covered his turban, fearing that it would be blown away by the wind.

"You...what are you doing here?" He stammered, "This is...private property, you...can't do this."

Dracula ignored his thoughts and waited until the smell of garlic had generally dissipated before turning to look at this strange man in a turban.

"Are you Quirinus Quirrell, the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts?" he asked.

"Yes...yes, you are...?" Quirrell said tremblingly.

Looking at the timid wizard in front of him, Dracula's face darkened and he sneered and said:

"What a coincidence, I'm also the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts!"

Quirrell's eyes suddenly widened.

He didn't expect that just now he was going to find the person who took his position and kill him, but this person came to the door on his own!

"So you are the bastard who stole my position!" Quirrell suddenly stopped stuttering and trembling. Instead, he spoke bitterly, as if he wanted to vent all the pain Voldemort had caused him on the man in front of him.

"I never thought you would throw yourself into a trap."

He slowly raised his wand.

However, at this moment, Voldemort's serious and panicful warning suddenly sounded in Quirrell's mind:

"Don't do it! Run! Quick!!"

Quirrell had never heard such an anxious tone from Voldemort, and was suddenly frightened into a cold sweat.

He made a prompt decision, turned his body suddenly, and was about to apparate away from here.

On the other side, Dracula crossed his arms, ready to see what surprises Professor Quirrell, who wanted to steal his fun, could bring.

When he saw the standard disembodiment preparation action, he was startled for a moment, then shook his head in amusement and raised his hand to hold it in vain.

Following Dracula's movement, Quirrell, who had half of his body already stuffed into the Apparition space, was forcefully dragged back into the room of the Leaky Cauldron and smashed on the table in front of the window.

With a "click", the table broke into two halves.

Quirrell screamed and covered his back in pain.

Dracula took two steps forward, came to Quirrell, and looked down at him.

"What do you mean, I took your place?" he asked with a chuckle.

Quirrell did not answer Dracula's question.

His expression changed from panic to dull, and then a sinister feeling emerged from his eyes.

"What a waste!"

'Qi Luo' said coldly.

The next moment, a burst of black mist burst out of Quirrell's body, wrapping him tightly inside.

Dracula frowned slightly and raised his hand again.

However, this time, Quirrell seemed to have completely turned into a mist, intangible and intangible, leaving him empty-handed.

While Dracula was wondering, the black mist dissipated from every crack in the bar room and disappeared quietly.

Dracula raised his eyebrows and raised his hand to force the black mist back into the room.

"Tsk, it's really troublesome." He looked at the dispersing black mist and put down his hand impatiently, "Forget it, it's not impossible to let him live for a few more days."

Dracula casually snapped his fingers, without even chanting any spells, and the room structure of the Leaky Cauldron quickly returned to how it was when he first arrived.

Then he glanced at the bright sunshine outside the window, curled his lips secretly, and walked out of the room through the front door.

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