Professor The Vampire Earl of Hogwarts

"Did you understand what Miss Granger recounted to you, Potter?"

After Hermione finished recounting the content of the spider banishing spell, Dracula asked.

"Professor, I understand." Harry nodded quickly, "Sorry to delay your lecture, you can continue."

He urged Dracula to continue the lecture without any trace, thinking in his heart, maybe Professor Dracula forgot the punishment for being absent-minded in class after a short lecture?

However, he didn't realize that Professor Dracula, who is known to be narrow-minded, obviously wouldn't just forget the punishment for not listening carefully in class.

"Potter, you don't seem to be doing very well in the last two months." Dracula suddenly thought of some interesting ways of punishment, and said to Harry with a smile, "I'm curious about what interesting things happened recently. , do you want to share it with everyone?"

Harry immediately shook his head in refusal.

His secret has always been hidden in the deepest part of his heart. He didn't even tell his best friends Ron and Hermione. How could he be willing to tell his classmates about it?

"I don't want to say it, I won't force you." Dracula nodded casually.

'When did Professor Dracula become so talkative? '

Harry froze for a moment.

However, Dracula's next words brought Harry's perception of him back to its original position.

"There is still a penalty for being distracted in class. If all of you don't pay attention to the lecture because of distracted attention, where will I save my face?" Dracula said casually, "I will give you two options below. Choose one of them as your punishment."

"The first one: Your written assignments this semester, as well as your practical assignments outside of the course, are quadrupled!"

Harry swallowed.

Usually, Professor Dracula doesn't give much written homework, so it's not difficult to double the homework. This kind of double the punishment is the lightest, even if it is quadrupled.

It wasn't this that gave Harry a headache, but that practical assignment—

Practical homework, as the name suggests, is homework that must be done by hands-on practice, used in Defense Against the Dark Arts class, it is homework that requires fighting.

Now, Hogwarts has a duel club hosted by Dracula, and a lot of practical work has been linked to the duel club's arrangement.

On occasion, Dracula would have students complete practical assignments for Defense Against the Dark Arts classes in the Dueling Club, such as:

Only use a specific spell during a duel, or successfully defend against an opponent's attack during a duel, or use flexible positions to avoid a certain number of attacks...

As long as you pay more attention to this kind of practical homework every day in the duel club, it is not too difficult to complete, so few people will complain about it.

However, if it is quadrupled, things will look very different... That is to say, every time Harry wants to complete his homework, he has to fight four duels in the Dueling Club, and each one has special restrictions!

"What about the second choice?" He still had a little luck.

"The second option... is to share in front of your classmates the reason why you have been so poor in class recently." Dracula slowly raised the corners of his mouth, "Remember not to make up nonsense to fool us, I know exactly what you said Is it true or false."

"I'll take the first option!" Harry said decisively.

If you want to say such an embarrassing thing in front of your classmates, you will definitely die socially, right?

How embarrassing is this...

"Are you sure?" Dracula's smile became flatter.

"I'm sure!" Harry said without any hesitation.

"That's fine." Dracula smacked his lips regretfully, "I'll arrange the duels for you tonight. You can't leave until you finish the four duels!"

……

By the time he returned to his dormitory at night, Harry was completely exhausted.

After four high-intensity duels with others in the Dueling Club, Wood took him to the Quidditch pitch for another wave of Quidditch training just after eating and did not rest for 2 minutes. After the training, Harry felt The whole person is gone...

"Harry, are you okay?" Ron looked at his buddy who was lying heavily on the bed, and asked with sympathy, "Wood is really, you are so tired that he even asked you to participate in Quidditch." train!"

Harry didn't want to move a finger, he lay on the bed and moaned and responded, "I feel fine... At least for now, I can't die."

"Then take a good rest, and I hope you will be as optimistic as you are today when you are sore tomorrow." Ron looked at him sympathetically, "By the way, Professor Dracula said that your practical homework should be doubled." How many days will it last?"

"How many days?" Harry covered his face with a pillow and wailed in pain, "Didn't you hear that in class? Professor Dracula said one semester!"

"A whole semester?!" Ron jumped up from the bed, "Professor Dracula dare to say... Does he want Hogwarts to be the first one who is tired from doing Defense Against the Dark Arts practical homework?" A dead student?"

"How can Professor Dracula care if I'm exhausted?" Harry lamented, "He just wants to have fun with him, and I didn't give him a chance to have fun with me..."

"Well...it's really true when you think about it." Ron's eyes showed pity, "then your condolences..."

At this moment, there was a weak knock on the bedroom door.

"Who is it?" Ron yelled out the door, "You don't need to knock, just come in!"

After yelling, he complained to Harry, "I've told other people many times, just come to our dormitory and just push the door and come in. There's no need to knock on the door, and I don't know who doesn't have a long memory."

Harry didn't have the energy to answer, so he just raised his fingers casually.

Just then, Ron's cry caught Harry's attention.

"Ginny?!" Ron's voice was full of surprise, "You shouldn't be here, this is the boys' dormitory!"

Harry struggled to lift his head from the bed, and saw a little witch with a basket standing beside the opened bedroom door.

Like her elder brother, the little witch has fiery red hair and cute little freckles on her face.She was petite, with bright brown eyes like Mrs. Molly Weasley's.

Ginny was the youngest child in Wesley's family, and she was also the most favored one. She was much more favored than Ron, the youngest boy who was bullied by his elder brothers and ignored by his parents at home...

Well, maybe even Harry, an outsider, is more favored than Ron in Wesley's house.

"Hermione told me that Gryffindor girls can enter the boys' dormitory." Ginny seemed a little nervous when she came to the boys' dormitory for the first time, but she still forced herself to show a calm expression, "So I just Be brave enough to come and give it a try.”

"Speaking of this, I've always been very angry!" Ron said sullenly, "I don't know who made the rule. Girls can enter the boys' dormitory, but boys can't enter the girls' dormitory. It's not fair!"

"This is because the founder of Gryffindor believed that boys are less trustworthy than girls, so this rule was made." Ginny imitated Hermione's tone as she walked into the dormitory with a basket,

"The founder of Gryffindor, Mr. Godric Gryffindor, is a man himself, and even he thinks this way, which is enough to prove how untrustworthy you guys are!"

Having said that, Harry felt that he could no longer pretend to be dead, so he sat up and leaned against the head of the bed, trying to make himself look decent, so as not to lose face in front of the girls.

"Ginny, did Gryffindor really say that?" Harry asked, "I always think it's a little unreasonable to make rules like this, after all, you know... I'm a boy too." "Ah , Harry, I didn't mean to say that you are not trustworthy." Ginny seemed to have just seen Harry, her face turned red all of a sudden, "Even if the other men are bad, you are the most trustworthy one!"

"Ginny, why don't you comment on your brother too?" Seeing that Ginny overestimated Harry, Ron confidently wanted to get the same evaluation from his sister.

"You?" Ginny gave Ron a sideways look. "Why don't you have any self-knowledge, Ron?"

"Huh?" Ron's eyes widened. "What do you mean, Ginny? Why is Harry trustworthy, but I have no self-knowledge? Who is your brother?"

Ginny ignored him, turned her back to him, and looked at Harry with a rosy face.

"Harry, I heard that you had four duels with others, and you went to Quidditch training after the duels, right?" she asked in a low voice.

"Well, yes." Harry was a little confused, not knowing what Ginny meant by saying this, "Is there anything you want from me, Ginny?"

"It's really nothing important..." Ginny's face turned redder, almost catching up with the color of her own hair, "It's just... I guess you must be very weak now after such a lot of exercise, and you may need some Food for energy."

"I happened to meet Luna at the foot of the stairs leading to the basement. She was with Hufflepuff's Rolf Scamander, so I asked Scamander to help me go to the kitchen to make an extra food."

Only then did Harry realize what was in the basket Ginny was carrying when he came in, and subconsciously looked at the basket.

I saw that the top of the basket was covered with a thick layer of cotton cloth, which should be used to preserve the heat of food.The cotton cloth bulges outward, and it can be seen that it should be filled with food, making the basket look heavy.

"I brought milk, eggs, cheese and fresh fruit. These foods are best for supplementing nutrition after strenuous exercise."

Ginny reached out and untied the cotton cloth covering the basket, held the handle of the basket with both hands, and handed it to Harry, "Harry, can you take a look and see if it's something you like? If you don't like it, I can And ask Scamander to get some more from the kitchen."

Ginny looked into Harry's green eyes with an expression on her face that was a little worried.

"Oh! This is too much trouble for you, Ginny!" Harry stood up quickly, regardless of how tired he was, and said, "Thank you so much, I like it all..."

He took the basket full of food from Ginny, and was a little surprised because the food in the basket happened to be his favorite food.

Harry looked at Ginny, but found that something was wrong with her face, "Hey, why is your face so red, do you have a fever?"

"I... I'm fine." Ginny withdrew her hand from the handle of the basket as if electrocuted, her face redder than her fiery hair now.

It was only then that Harry noticed that in order to catch the basket, he also held his hand on the handle of the basket, and inadvertently touched Ginny's hand.

"Ah, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it." He apologized quickly.

Ginny's cheeks were hot, as if she had blushed too much to speak, she just shook her head vigorously.

The fiery red hair fluttered behind her like a cluster of bright winter jasmine.

"Hey, Ginny, why are you so focused on delivering food to Harry?" Ron leaned over, glanced at Ginny suspiciously, stretched out his hand and asked, "Where's mine?"

"You didn't fight four duels in one day, and you didn't participate in Quidditch training, why should I bring you food?" Ginny glanced at Ron, "And you don't usually eat enough, I don't want a fat brother."

When talking to her elder brother, her confidence as the favorite of Wes's family came back in an instant.

"Walter F..." Ron almost blurted out the swear words, but with Ginny's expression of "I want to tell mom", she finally swallowed the swear words, "When I can beat Fred and George , I must make them look good!"

"It's all because these two people joked about me all day long, and they actually brought you down!" He said cursingly.

"Don't worry, you won't be able to beat Fred and George in your life," Ginny's words were like a knife on Ron's shoulder, "There is no wizard in our family who is more talented in fighting than these two. "

Ron: "..."

After Ginny left, Harry, Ron and three other roommates sat down for a supper.

There was a lot of food in the basket and it was too rich to be eaten by one person, so although Ginny didn't intend to bring the food to her brother, Ron still got the meal with other roommates.

"Ginny has admired you since she was a child, Harry... well, in fact, there are very few little wizards in the wizarding world who don't admire you." Ron, with his mouth full of cheese, murmured to Harry, " We've all grown up with stories about the boy who lived."

"But Ginny is a little different. After seeing you, the rest of us will gradually turn our childhood admiration into a friendship between friends, you know what I mean?" He managed to swallow what was in his mouth , went on to say.

Harry nodded.

"But unlike us, when Ginny grew up and saw you, instead of treating you as a friend like us, she began to adore you even more." Ron said, "My mother told us that since last year at King's Cross After meeting you at the station, Ginny talked about you all year."

"But...but I don't deserve to be admired like this." Harry put down the fork that was poking the banana piece in his hand, and said in a daze, "I don't even know how Voldemort was defeated by me at that time..."

Ignoring the horrified expressions of the four roommates when they heard Voldemort's name, he continued, "I'm just an ordinary little wizard. I can't even win a simple Quidditch match. How can I be worthy of being called by Ginny?" Worship like this?"

"Don't say that, Harry, your Defense Against the Dark Arts is No. 1!" Neville was embarrassed to eat what Ginny brought for Harry, and took a small piece of apple to eat for a long time, "That alone is enough It's way beyond me, and I've always been envious."

Harry didn't respond, just shook his head with a sad face.

Others didn't know about Riddle's diary, but that didn't mean Harry couldn't recognize himself.

He always thought that he got No. 1 in the Defense Against the Dark Arts final exam last year because of Riddle's tutoring, otherwise the amulet made by Professor Dracula should be Hermione's.

"Harry, you're fine, you're the soul of the Gryffindor Quidditch team!" Ron said with his mouth full again, patting Harry's shoulder while chewing, "Last time You were just out of shape in one game, and it would be nice to win the next game!"

All little wizards are very confident in Harry, after all, he is the youngest Seeker in Hogwarts history!

……

But things didn't go as smoothly as the other little wizards expected.

Even though Harry gradually adjusted his form in the following semester, he still lost the next Quidditch match.

In fact, Harry himself had expected this, because this match was between Gryffindor and Ravenclaw.

Cho Chang, Seeker on the Ravenclaw Quidditch team, had all of Harry's thoughts on his side from the start of the game.

Because of this, the Gryffindor team, the youngest Seeker in the history of Hogwarts, would look at the position of the opposite Seeker from time to time during the game——

It was not to observe the opponent's movements, nor to prevent the Golden Snitch from being caught near the opposite Seeker, but just to be able to take a look at Qiu Zhang's beautiful face.

Throughout the whole game, rather than saying that Harry, as a Seeker, was looking for the Snitch, it might be better to say that he was looking for Cho Chang...

With such inattentiveness, Harry still had a chance to help Gryffindor win the game.

Because he cared too much about Ravenclaw's Seekers, even though he had never seriously searched for the Snitch, the moment Qiu Zhang found the Snitch, he reacted instantly and drove the broom to chase after it .

Qiu Zhang's flying speed was not considered fast. Under Harry's pursuit, he quickly caught up and flew to the position beside her.

Harry, however, hesitated.

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