Professor The Vampire Earl of Hogwarts

"Professor Dracula!"

The twins, Harry and Wes, looked in the direction of the sound in surprise, and saw that the silver-haired professor who was full of interest came to the Quidditch pitch at some time.

Bean-sized raindrops fell from the sky from time to time, and they consciously circled around the edge of Dracula's body, and fell on the lawn with a "slap", "slap".

Today's weather has been very gloomy, without a ray of sunshine, and it started to rain even after the game started.

However, this kind of weather that will only bring discomfort to Quidditch competitions and spectators is just in line with Dracula's wishes. In the weather without sunshine, he doesn't mind coming to the grand first Quidditch game of the school year The game looks lively.

"I just saw that Bludger has been crashing around Potter right?" Dracula asked.

"That's right, professor, someone must have tampered with the Bludger!" Fred nodded emphatically, "Now I seriously suspect that someone sneaked into Madam Hooch's office and put a curse on the Bludger !"

"Mr. Wesley, I've checked, and there's nothing wrong with the Bludger." Mrs. Hooch gave Fred a serious look, and then turned to look at Dracula: "Professor Dracula, you should wait You shouldn't be on the Quidditch pitch in the audience, it's against the rules!"

"I'll leave as soon as I say something, and I won't delay your game." Dracula smiled gently at Mrs. Hooch.

Seeing Dracula's smile, Mrs. Hooch's tone suddenly softened, and she reluctantly nodded.

"Okay, for the sake of being a professor..." she said, "but you only have a minute!"

"Enough." Dracula chuckled, turned to Harry and the other Gryffindor Quidditch players, and said to them, "It is possible that the Bludger has indeed been tampered with, but not Most likely it was done before the game."

"It's likely that, like Porter's broom last year, it was jinxed during the game."

"Then what should we do?" George asked worriedly, putting his arm around Harry's shoulders.

"Professor, you must be able to help us solve this problem, right?" Fred asked.

On the one hand, they were worried about Harry. On the other hand, the twins would certainly not want the twenty Galleons they bet on to disappear if possible.

Mrs. Hooch also looked over with suspicious eyes, and asked, "Professor Dracula, is what you said true?"

Faced with this unexpected situation, even if she was unwilling to suspend the Quidditch match, she had to think carefully at this time.

"It's okay, you can just compete as usual." Dracula shook his head, "As for the guy who made small moves, I will help you catch it."

As he said that, he looked at Harry playfully, "Even if I didn't catch him in time, it's okay to save Potter in time. I think you should already have experience, Potter?"

"Of course, I believe the professor can catch me in time." Harry nodded helplessly, while still muttering in his heart, "After all, I experienced it once in the competition last school year..."

Harry also couldn't figure out why, when he participated in Quidditch matches, there would always be such and such troubles.Either Quirrell cast a curse on his broom, or he was chased back and forth by a Bludger like today, and he was in danger of falling from the broom at any time...

Fortunately, today's Quidditch match was promised by Dracula, and the players present and the referee, Mrs. Hooch, were all relieved.

All the Quidditch players returned to their respective positions and took up their positions.

"All--"

Mrs. Hooch's whistle blew again.

Harry kicked his feet and flew into the sky with a whoosh. At the same time, he heard a gust of wind behind his head, and knew that the Bludger was relentlessly chasing him again.

He was not too anxious in his heart, he knew that he only needed to delay for a few more minutes, and when Professor Dracula found the person who cast a curse on the Bludger, he could be saved.

The rain became heavier and heavier, and Harry rose higher and higher, turning, spinning, plummeting, spiraling upwards, and circling eastward and westward in the sky...

He walked back and forth in a "Z" shape like a braided rope, trying to avoid the attack of the Bludger.

The fine rain curtain formed by the heavy rain was thick, blocking the sight of the little wizards, and the audience outside the field could hardly see the abnormality of the Bludger.But they could see Harry making funny and strange movements in the air.

The rain was even pouring down Harry's nostrils as Harry dangled headfirst from his broom to avoid yet another ferocious attack from the Bludger.

Harry, he heard a burst of laughter from the crowd beyond Slytherin.He knew that he must be in a mess, but he didn't have time to care about it, he just hoped to avoid the Bludger's attack.

Fortunately, it's not known whether the manipulator of the Bludger was too far away to control it precisely, or the jinx cast on the Bludger wasn't too powerful—

The wild Bludger seemed very clumsy, and couldn't change direction as quickly as Harry, so the Bludger and Harry fell into a stalemate of chasing and fleeing for a while.

Harry was slightly dizzy from the constant circles, but he still wanted to win and kept his eyes wide open.

He looked through the crackling raindrops on his glasses, through the silver-white rain curtain, and carefully observed any golden reflection of the Snitch on the entire Quidditch pitch...

There was a whistling sound in his ears, and Harry knew the Bludger had missed him again.He turned his head and sped off in the opposite direction.

At the same time, Dracula quietly appeared in the thick rain.

He spread his wings and floated in the sky, his wine-red eyes glowing brightly.

The dense rain curtain has no effect on him at all, it will only serve as the best sight cover for the wings behind him.

Dracula watched Harry's various funny and effective flying movements with interest for a while, and after a long time, he finally remembered his business, and then turned his attention to the Bludger flying around Harry like crazy.

Looking at the magic trajectory connected with it, a look of surprise slowly appeared on his face.

This type of magic doesn't look like a wizard at all, but more like... a house elf?

"Things got interesting."

Dracula raised the corners of his mouth with interest, and disappeared into the thick rain.

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Harry dodged another Bludger attack.

With his superb Quidditch talent and his long-term adaptation to harsh weather training, Harry has become very familiar with the road now.He began to fly in circles like a giant pendulum around the edge of the Quidditch field.

After turning half a circle around the arena, Harry suddenly found that the sound of breaking wind that often rang in his ears had disappeared.

He turned his head overjoyed, and found that the crazy Bludger had returned to normal, flew out in another direction, and finally stopped chasing him.

Harry knew it must be that Professor Dracula had caught the bad guy.He finally breathed a sigh of relief, and stopped the non-stop spinning.

The time spent dodging Bludgers has worn him out! "Did you just practice ballet, Potter?" Just when Harry breathed a sigh of relief and wanted to take a break for 2 minutes, Malfoy suddenly flew over on his Nimbus 2001 and laughed loudly.

Harry shot Malfoy a hateful look over his shoulder.

But since he really didn't have the strength to argue with him now, Harry was going to ignore him and fly away to the other side of the Quidditch pitch.

At this moment, he suddenly discovered that a golden light quietly emerged from the thick rain curtain.

Harry's eyes opened wide suddenly, and he looked through the glasses to where the golden light appeared.

He saw the Golden Snitch!

The Snitch was hovering just inches above Malfoy's left ear - Malfoy was too busy laughing at Harry to see it!

At that moment, Harry stopped all his movements, hung in mid-air, not daring to speed up and rush towards Malfoy.

He was afraid that Malfoy would notice his movements, and also find the trace of the Snitch.

According to the current distance between the two of them and the Snitch, if Malfoy also saw it, then Harry would not have any confidence in capturing the Snitch.

Harry's mind raced, trying to find another way to divert Malfoy's attention.

At this moment, the wind sounded in his ears, and he caught a glimpse of the already familiar Bludger from the corner of his eye.

Harry's eyes lit up, and he suddenly thought of a good idea.He suddenly felt that this crazy Bludger was not so annoying—

While Malfoy looked at him triumphantly, Harry resisted the fatigue and dizziness caused by the long-term spinning, and urged the broom again, turning up and down around the Bludger.

"Hahaha..." Malfoy couldn't help laughing loudly when he saw Harry's antics, "I said... Pot——, the so-called 'scoring star' of the Gryffindor team actually Obsessed with ballet on the Quidditch pitch... hahahaha..."

Malfoy was clutching his stomach, laughing up and down on the broomstick, trembling all over, looking like he was about to laugh himself off the broomstick at any moment.

He didn't notice the golden snitch who was so close to him at all.

Under the hazy rain curtain, Harry showed an angry expression, suddenly stopped his spinning, and rushed towards the sneering face below.

He saw the eyes widen in horror on that face - Malfoy thought Harry was going to hit him!

"What are you—" he yelled in horror as he hurried out of Harry's flight path.

Harry didn't run into Malfoy, one of his hands let go of the broom and reached out to grab it hard—

He felt his fingers wrap around a cold, winged metal ball!

Harry was relieved, but at the same time he lost the strength to continue his flight, and fell straight to the ground.There was an exclamation from the crowd below.

With a "bang", water splashed in all directions.

Harry landed heavily on the muddy lawn, and pulling himself together to keep from falling, he scrambled off the broom.

A weak smile appeared on his pale face, and he raised his hands high——

The Golden Snitch, which represented victory, was firmly in his hands!

"Everything-"

Mrs. Hooch's whistle sounded on the field representing the end of the game, followed by cheers from the audience, as well as an extremely excited shout from the commentator Lee Jordan:

"Our talented Seeker Harry Potter caught the Snitch right next to the Slytherin team's Seeker's ear! Let's congratulate Gryffindor on the victory!"

Fred and George flew far away, threw the broom aside, lifted Harry high, and flung him into the air.

"Well done, Harry!" cried Fred.

"We really made a lot of money this time!" George's eyes seemed to have turned into the shape of Jin Gallon.

Harry also showed a relaxed smile, and looked towards the professors in the auditorium, hoping to see Professor Dracula, and thanked him for his help.

However, the seat originally reserved for Dracula on the high platform was empty.

……

At this time, Dracula had returned to his office.

With him came a very small house-elf with bat-like ears, a thin nose, and huge protruding green eyes, wearing nothing but an old pillowcase.

The house-elf, who had been caught doing something wrong, was standing shivering in front of Dracula's desk.

He tried to sneak away several times with the apparition unique to house elves, but he was locked in place by a casual look from Dracula, and he couldn't escape at all.

And the little elf finally understood that this professor was not an ordinary wizard at all, and he might be in danger today...

"It's strange, how do I feel like I've seen you somewhere?" Dracula sat behind the desk, looking at the house elf with doubts.

He always felt that this elf looked familiar, but he couldn't be sure if it was an illusion caused by the face blindness of this species.

So Dracula said: "Why don't you introduce yourself first, and tell me who your master is?"

"Dobby... Dobby was not sent by the master!" The elf looked unyielding, "Dobby will not submit, Dobby cannot betray my master."

"So your name is Dobby." Dracula smiled casually, "But this is quite false. How can there be a house-elf who acts without permission?"

"Well, I also know that house elves will not betray their masters, so let's change the question—why did you come to assassinate Potter?"

Hearing Dracula's new question, Dobby the house elf's face suddenly changed. He seemed to be stimulated by something, and tears kept rolling down his long pointed nose.

"Dobby... Dobby never wanted to assassinate the great Harry Potter..." Dobby sobbed.

"'Great'...Harry Potter?"

Dracula frowned.

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