Professor The Vampire Earl of Hogwarts

Facts have proved that this year's Riddle assistant teacher is indeed more popular with young wizards than last school year's Quirrell assistant teacher.

But the students not only welcome this handsome Riddle assistant, but also have a kind of love and hate in it...

"Professor Dracula, go and take care of Assistant Professor Riddle!"

"That's right, Professor! Assistant Professor Riddle seems to be a different person today, it's terrible!"

Two almost identical voices sounded beside Dracula, pitifully, as if he had been wronged.

Dracula put down the newspaper in front of his eyes, looked up at the two clumps of fiery red hair, and suddenly couldn't help laughing——

Fred and George, the twins who are recognized as troublemakers at Hogwarts, now have completely lost their usual mischievous smiles, and their expressions are aggrieved.

Their faces were bruised and swollen, and there were two huge black circles under their eyes that were symmetrical to each other on the two identical faces.

The Wesley twins who came to Dracula are now completely like two poor little wizards who have been bullied and come to complain to the teacher!

"Professor, it's fine if you don't come to help us, but you still laugh at us!" Fred shouted with an even more aggrieved expression.

"That's right! Professor, if you don't help us get justice, you will no longer be our favorite professor!" George also echoed angrily.

Dracula laughed dumbfounded, and looked over the shoulders of Fred and George to the duel stage in the middle of the auditorium.

Today is the second day after Halloween. It is a Monday, and it is also the first day after the festival to resume normal classes and normal gatherings in the Dueling Club.

The Halloween decorations and scenery have not been removed yet, and the auditorium is still filled with a strong Halloween atmosphere. Many huge jack-o-lanterns are arranged around the auditorium, grinning and showing big smiles to the little wizards.

Dracula was lying comfortably inside the largest jack-o-lantern, holding a newspaper that had just been confiscated from the little wizard in his hand, looking over the Wesley twins standing in front of the pumpkin's big mouth, and looking towards the center of the auditorium——

At this moment, Riddle looked very excited on the stage.

One by one, he called up the little wizards from the fourth grade up, and "pointed out" their dueling skills one by one.

It may not be appropriate to use the word "teaching" to describe Riddle's actions... because he is not so much teaching as he is using the fighting power of the Hogwarts students to adapt to the tool he just acquired. Body.

Riddle fought more vigorously and excitedly, but the little wizards were miserable...

Riddle, who had just obtained his body, hadn't mastered the use of his body yet, and couldn't cast spells with ease, and it didn't matter what he did.

Therefore, just like Fred and George, many little wizards were beaten black and blue by him, which greatly increased the workload of Madam Pomfrey, the head nurse of the school infirmary, and made the little wizards above the fourth grade complain endlessly. ...

"So this pair of dark circles around your eyes... What kind of spell did Riddle use to cause it?" Dracula turned his gaze back to the Wesley twins in front of him, and asked with interest, "The black pair The circles around the eyes are interesting, but not quite the effect of a spell."

"You're right, professor!" Fred stomped his feet, with a look of righteous indignation, "When we were on stage to accept 'instructions', Assistant Professor Riddle thought we were too weak, not only let the two of us go up together, even Put away your wands and fight us with your bare hands."

"That's right, as your outstanding students with quality and morality, of course we must uphold the principle of fairness and justice in the duel!" George took over the words and said, "So we resolutely rejected the conditions of Riddle's teaching assistant."

"Then Assistant Coach Riddle sneaked up on us without paying attention to dueling etiquette, and beat us up with his fists." Fred said angrily.

"Professor, you told us that there is no physical contact in the duel arena." George cried and sniffed his nose in aggrieved expression. "Assistant Riddle's actions are a blatant disregard for the duel rules!"

Dracula listened to Fred and George's complaint with great interest, and quickly completed the whole story in his heart——

Most of what Fred and George just complained about should be fine.The two of them, as fourth-grade students, were called up by Riddle to "teach"...or rather, they were sparring partners. This was a very normal thing.

However, Riddle probably felt that he couldn't show his strength on these students, and wanted to have some fun, so he let the pair of twins who cooperated tacitly together, trying to test his strength more.

It's a pity that perhaps Fred and George together couldn't meet Riddle's needs, so he put away his wand and used these two little wizards to hone his physical fitness.

Not only the magic power of the new body needs to be adjusted, but also the physical fitness.

Dracula knew the twins Fred and George very well, and he knew that the two of them certainly could not be as qualified and moral as they said.When it happened that Riddle put away his wand and fought with them, the two of them could only be overjoyed, picked up their wand and rushed up...

Of course, facing a master like Riddle who could cast spells silently without a wand, even without a wand, it was impossible for the Wesley twins to beat him.

So the two of them each received a fat beating from Riddle...

"The behavior of assistant coach Riddle is really unreasonable." Dracula nodded with a face of approval, "Don't worry, I will vent my anger on your behalf."

He stood up from the jack-o-lantern and patted the twins on the shoulder with a chuckle.

Fred and George looked up at Dracula in disbelief, with expressions of extreme surprise on their faces.

In fact, they were just angry for a while, so they came to Dracula to complain, but they didn't think that Professor Dracula would really be so kind and vent their anger on them.

"Is what you said true, Professor?" Fred asked still incredulously.

"How are you going to vent our anger, Professor?" George asked.

Dracula looked at the two big dark circles on their faces, and raised the corners of his mouth playfully.

"Don't worry. I will personally have a duel with Assistant Coach Riddle to help him exercise well..." He said with a smile, "In addition, I will also cancel his position as a temporary dueling assistant. How can you take the lead in violating the dueling rules?"

After hearing Dracula's way of venting his anger, Fred nodded in satisfaction.

"Professor Dracula, you are still our favorite professor!" He gave a thumbs up.However, George who was next to him keenly sensed something was wrong, and asked in a low voice: "Professor Dracula, Professor Snape is not here today... If the position of Assistant Professor Riddle's duel assistant is cancelled, who will give it to him?" Where are we training?"

"Do you still need to think about it? When they are not here, of course I will train you!" Dracula's smile became even more playful, "When the time comes, the whole academy will come together, and I will personally train as your duel opponent Your dueling skills!"

The childish eyes of Fred and George suddenly enlarged, and expressions of extreme horror appeared in their eyes.

"No, Professor!

"

"Professor, no way!

"

However, Dracula had already been aroused by Riddle's fighting style, ignored the crying Wesley twins, and went straight to the duel stage in the center of the auditorium.

The newspaper in Dracula's hand was thrown in the air by him, and reflected by the shaking candles in the jack-o-lantern, several large characters on the cover appeared——

"Azkaban was attacked by an unknown dark wizard, and has been successfully repelled by the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic!"

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The newspaper continued to fall, and landed lightly in a skinny old hand.

That hand put the newspaper on the table, gently supported a pair of half-moon-shaped glasses on the slightly crooked bridge of the nose, and stroked the long white beard on the face under the glasses.

"Professor Dracula, I heard that you had a great time at the Dueling Club today?" Dumbledore stroked his beard and looked at the silver-haired figure sitting by the window of the principal's office with a smile.

"It's okay," Dracula pouted, obviously not enjoying himself, "I just hope they can wake up on time when they have the first morning class tomorrow."

"I hope, otherwise Minerva and the others should complain to me again." Dumbledore smiled and asked instead, "How is Tom Riddle's Horcrux now?"

"It's weaker than I imagined," Dracula said, shaking his head. "Voldemort's resurrection potion didn't give Riddle the power that belonged to the Dark Lord, but probably solidified his power level to the level he had when he was about 16 years old." stage."

"However, it seems that Riddle's integration is not bad, and there is still the possibility of continuing to grow. He borrowed the method of fighting with little wizards today to adjust his new body, and he has made great progress."

Dumbledore nodded slightly, but his expression was slightly hesitant.

After a while, he asked softly, "Professor Dracula, so you think... our plan is still proceeding step by step?"

"Of course." Dracula turned his head to look at Dumbledore, "Are you worried that I'm not doing my job well and don't care about our plans?"

"That's not true." Dumbledore shook his head, "I'm just not sure... Forget it, it would be great if we could proceed in an orderly manner according to the plan."

"Did you read today's Daily Prophet?" he asked.

Dracula glanced at the newspaper in Dumbledore's hand and sneered coldly.

"Tsk tsk, the unknown dark wizard's attack on Azkaban has been repulsed by the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic..." He hooked the corner of his mouth indifferently, "It's really a good way to divert the topic, this so-called official report."

"Actually, it's understandable." Dumbledore said expressionlessly, "The Ministry of Magic did not want to cause panic among the public, so it did not release information about Voldemort. What's more, Voldemort was indeed defeated by you, Professor Dracula. It should be short There is no chance of recovery in time."

"Don't want to cause panic?" Dracula sneered again, "Tsk, do you have to wait for Voldemort to be completely resurrected before giving a surprise to the wizards in the wizarding world?"

Afterwards, he turned his head and glanced at Dumbledore, "I clearly remember...the Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement and the Director of the Auror Office are both on the island of Azkaban. It is only right that they saw Voldemort with their own eyes. Same opinion?"

"That's not true. Amelia and Rufus wanted to announce the news of Voldemort's resurrection," said Dumbledore, "but the current Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, did not want the news to be leaked. It is not easy to maintain the current stability, and he does not want to have other risks during his tenure."

"Cornel Fudge, the Minister of Magic called a fool by Voldemort, right?" Dracula chuckled.

"Professor Dracula, there's no need to say that..." Dumbledore smiled helplessly, "Connelly... well, he also has his advantages that can be learned by others."

"Learn how to hide your ears and steal your bell?" Dracula leaned on the window frame of the principal's office boredly, looking at the sparse starlight in the night sky outside the window, "If I guessed correctly, those Death Eaters who were sent to the Ministry of Magic were not Few of them were actually sentenced, right?"

"As you expected, Professor Dracula." Dumbledore sighed, "Most of those people are pure-blood wizards who have donated to the Ministry of Magic for a long time, and their family power is not small in the Ministry of Magic. Distribution. Connelly would not be willing to offend such a large number of pure blood..."

"Besides, those Death Eaters insisted that they were under the control of the Imperius Curse and had no knowledge of this operation. Fudge was also happy to find an excuse to let them go, and they hit it off."

Of course, what Dumbledore didn't say was that Fudge and many related personnel of the Ministry of Magic took the opportunity to blackmail those pure bloods and made piles of Galleons.

"Sure enough, even after hundreds of years of your wizard's regime, it is still so unreliable." Dracula smiled casually, and jumped off the window sill, "But it is not good for our plan. just."

Fudge's behavior was just right for them.

Just enough to protect Snape and Malfoy, the two undercover agents inside the Death Eaters, so that they won't be punished by the Ministry of Magic, and don't need the separate help of Dracula and Dumbledore, so they can better protect Their true identities continue to lurk in the Death Eaters' camp.

"Has Snape rested well these two days?" Dracula asked.

"Don't worry, Severus can go to class as usual tomorrow." Dumbledore smiled knowingly, "His will is very firm, and he won't waste too long because of a Cruciatus Curse."

"That's good." Dracula nodded slightly, "As you wish, Mr. Principal, our plan can be carried out step by step."

"I hope Voldemort won't make me wait too long."

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