Professor The Vampire Earl of Hogwarts

The Hogwarts Great Hall was brightly lit, with thousands of candles floating in mid-air.

The ceiling was enchanted, reflecting the twilight sky.Half of it is a little bit of starlight that is slightly bright, and the other half is a rain cloud that has not yet dispersed.

Occasionally, raindrops fell on the seemingly transparent roof, forming strips of crystal water ripples, sliding down the sloping ceiling of the auditorium to both ends, and finally dripping on the ground, ticking.

The decoration and furnishings of the school opening dinner have been completed. Four long tables are arranged in parallel in the auditorium, extending from the table of the faculty seats in the front to the gate at the rear.

Numerous gold and silver exquisite tableware are neatly displayed on the long table, and the plates are all empty. When the principal announces the official start of the dinner, the house elf in the kitchen will magically deliver all the meals to the auditorium inside.

The little wizards hadn't arrived yet, and the seniors who came in the Thestral carriage were walking from the main entrance on the north side of the castle to the auditorium at the southernmost end.

The first-year freshmen had just boarded the boat, and under Hagrid's leadership, they felt the inevitable journey of the Big Four to the highland where Hogwarts was located.

However, two abrupt voices suddenly came from the empty auditorium.

"The dementors are trying to attack the students. Is there any problem as a professor taking the lead in rebelling?" A few phantoms of bats drifted away, and Dracula's figure appeared in front of the auditorium, and he sat in his seat.

Almost indistinguishable from the phantom of the bat, a group of golden-red flames burned out of thin air.

"There is no problem in theory." Dumbledore walked out of the flames, pulled away Professor Flitwick's chair next to Dracula and sat down, "Professor Dracula, those dementors did make mistakes, but They're still employees of the Ministry of Magic..."

"Indeed, I should go to the Ministry of Magic to ask for some hard work for teaching rebellious employees for them." Dracula pinched his chin, and raised the corners of his mouth maliciously, "Let me think about how much I should charge..."

"Professor Dracula, that's not what I'm talking about." Dumbledore said helplessly, "It's really inappropriate to wantonly capture the employees of the Ministry of Magic, and Fudge wrote to me saying that these dementors still have Hoggers stationed there." Watts' mission."

"You see, if you let these dementors out first, at least let them deal with the Ministry of Magic's inspection of Sirius first."

In fact, Dumbledore was quite helpless, Fudge was so outrageous that he wanted to arrange for the dementors to set up a card at Hogwarts to find Sirius...

I don't know how worried he is that such a wanted criminal will affect his career prospects, so he doesn't even want his reputation among the students.

"Let it out? Why can't I understand what you are talking about, Principal Dumbledore?" Dracula looked bored, folded his hands behind his head, and leaned lightly on the back of the chair, "Dementor The monster attacked the students, and under my hard-working resistance, I accidentally killed all those dementors, is there any problem?"

According to Dracula's distaste for dementors, of course he was unwilling to put this dark and evil species in Hogwarts.

"Ahem...Professor Dracula, I don't only know the news on the train by seeing it with my own eyes." Dumbledore seemed to be choked, and coughed twice, "I have already asked the students, they Said you strung together dementors ... and threw them in the trash?"

"Which little wizard is so sloppy that he leaked this matter so quickly?" Dracula narrowed his eyes.

He didn't really expect this matter to be hidden from the "omniscient" Dumbledore, but he didn't expect it to be exposed so soon, and the time interval in between might not even be half an hour!

"Is it so easy for you to comply with the requirements of the Ministry of Magic, Dumbledore? Even such an unreasonable decision?" Dracula asked, "Isn't it too boring to live like this?"

"It's not that serious. It's just that I owe Fudge two favors this year." Dumbledore shook his head lightly. "So he still needs to think more about his request."

"Oh?" Dracula raised his eyes, "Do you still need his help?"

"You may not know that some time ago, Harry used magic illegally outside the school, and then ran away from home." Dumbledore explained, "Fudge responded quickly, and immediately arranged for the Aurors to take him to a safe place."

"Did he protect Potter just to secure his position?" Dracula squinted at Dumbledore, "If the so-called 'savior' of the wizarding world was really killed by Sirius Black, then the public opinion Excited, Fudge's Minister of Magic is sitting down."

"In theory, it is true, but judging from the results, we still have to accept his favor." Dumbledore sighed.

"What about the other thing?" Dracula pouted, then asked.

He didn't quite understand Dumbledore's concept of human affection.It can only be said that people with such a noble quality have set their own code of conduct in their hearts, which is difficult for others to do.

"The other thing is not so important. It's just that Hogwarts has applied for a magic item for a little witch." Dumbledore said, "Although it is common sense that there is a high probability that it will pass, but the process must also Signed by Fudge."

"So these two favors of yours are clearly Fudge's business, right?" Dracula's mouth twitched, "I really don't understand why you remember these things so clearly..."

"After all, you still have to set a standard for yourself, especially for someone like me who can't stand temptation." Dumbledore shook his head with a smile, with a look of reminiscence in his eyes, and a faint sadness lingering around him temperament.

He always remembers the mistakes he made when he was young, and thus understands that he is not a person who can withstand the temptation of power and desire.

Dumbledore took this as his warning throughout his life. Whenever he was about to be overwhelmed by his powerful power, stalwart image, lofty prestige, and power at his fingertips, he would awaken himself with the most painful memory in his life, so that All desires go away...

Seeing Dumbledore's suddenly depressed mood, Dracula shrugged helplessly, raised his hand and threw a trash can into his arms.

"Here, that's all, take it to pay back your favor." He gave Dumbledore a disgusted look and said to him.

Dumbledore was stunned for a moment, and then realized that his emotions were not right, he quickly put his sentimentality into his heart, and smiled at Dracula.

"I'm sorry, Professor Dracula, I lost my composure just now." He smiled and apologized to Dracula.

Afterwards, Dumbledore looked inside the trash bin that had been cast with the Untraceable Stretching Charm.

He saw a group of ugly, rotting dementors connected together by a silver thread, kneaded into a big autumn, crowded together one by one, and their bodies were squeezed and deformed.

"Is the quantity enough?" Dumbledore asked subconsciously, looking at the dementors in the bucket.

"Ahem... probably." Dracula said with a guilty conscience.

Dumbledore looked up and gave him a suspicious look.

"If Fudge asks, just say that you resisted too fiercely and accidentally killed a few." Dracula immediately adjusted his tone, "Anyway, these dementors must be enough for you to pay back the favor."

Dumbledore smiled noncommittally, reached out and nodded to the trash can, turning it into a small tube the size of a pen holder and putting it away. ...

As time went by, the little wizards came to the auditorium one after another.

A sea of ​​pointed black hats gradually formed in the brightly lit auditorium.Every long table was filled with students, their faces glowing in the light of thousands of candles.

Before the sorting ceremony, Professor McGonagall took Harry and Hermione to the vice-principal's office, not knowing what to do.

Dracula guessed that she was concerned about Harry being intimidated by a dementor and fainted on the road, oh yes, Madam Pomfrey was not on the faculty seat either, Professor McGonagall should have called the head nurse Help check Harry's body.

As the Vice-Chancellor was not present, the Sorting Ceremony for this academic year was officiated by Professor Flitwick.

Professor Flitwick, a little wizard, entered the Great Hall with a brand new Sorting Hat and a three-legged stool.

His height was not much higher than the stool, and he looked a little funny. Most of the little wizards who participated in the sorting ceremony held back their laughter.

"Romilda Vene!"

"Gryffindor!"

"Astoria Greengrass!"

"..."

When Professor McGonagall brought Harry and Hermione out of the vice-principal's office, the sorting ceremony, which was still going on in an orderly manner, was over.

"Oh," Hermione said to Harry regretfully on the way, "it's a pity we missed the sorting ceremony."

"Don't be silly, Hermione." Harry said rationally, "Do you still want to hear the Sorting Hat sing its annual Sorting Hat song with its ugly voice?"

"...Forget it then."

Professor McGonagall walked slowly towards her empty seat at the professor's bench, while Harry and Hermione walked as quietly as possible in the opposite direction, to the Gryffindor table.

People turned their heads to look at them as they walked along the back of the hall, a few pointing at Harry.

It seemed that word of Harry's passing out in front of the dementor had spread in a fraction of the time.Harry guessed it was Draco Malfoy, not far from their box, the bastard who loved to spin bad things about him.

He and Hermione finally reached the long Gryffindor table and sat on either side of Ron.Ron reserved a seat for them.

"What did Professor McGonagall ask you to go?" He asked Harry in a low voice. "It's the first time I saw the sorting ceremony hosted by Professor Flitwick."

Harry began to explain to him in a low voice what McGonagall and Madam Pomfrey had done to check his body, but he didn't know what Professor McGonagall meant by calling Hermione into the office alone.

Ron wanted to ask, but he didn't have the courage to ask after being glared at by Hermione.

At this time, the headmaster stood up and began to speak, which just resolved the embarrassment of Ron and Harry.

Professor Dumbledore's beard seems to be longer, and he is older, but still gives the impression of being energetic.

As the greatest wizard of our time and the pillar of the wizarding world, Harry couldn't help but feel relieved, and completely left his trust in Professor Dumbledore.For the first time since the dementor entered the train car, he was truly composed.

"Welcome!" said Professor Dumbledore, his beard glistening in the light of the candles.

"Welcome to Hogwarts for the new school year! I have a few words for all of you, one of which is very serious, and I thought it best to put this one before you get lost in this delicious meal." Make things clear..."

Dumbledore cleared his throat and continued. "After the dementors searched the Hogwarts Express, you must have known. At present, our school is receiving a number of dementors from Azkaban. They are here to perform the official duties of the Ministry of Magic."

He paused for a moment, and it could be seen that even though Dumbledore wanted to return the favor, he was still very unhappy about the dementor guarding the school.

"They are stationed at all entrances to the school grounds," continued Dumbledore. "During their stay here, I must make it clear that no one is allowed to leave the school without permission!"

"Besides, dementors, by virtue of their unique characteristics, will never be deceived by some tricks or camouflage - not even the invisibility cloak." He added this sentence with a deadpan expression.

Harry and Ron glanced at each other, knowing that Mr. Headmaster was probably talking about Harry's Invisibility Cloak.

"Dementors don't understand pleas or excuses by nature. So I warn each and every one of you: don't give them any excuses to hurt you. I hope the prefects, and our new Head Boys and Girls Chairman, you must ensure that no student will conflict with a dementor."

Percy was sitting just a few seats away from Harry when he puffed out his chest again and looked around impressively.

He was so proud that he had been elected Hogwarts Boys this year.

Dumbledore paused again and glanced around the hall with a rather serious expression. No one moved or made a sound.

"Happily," he continued with a sudden smile, "this year, I am delighted to welcome a new teacher to our team!"

"Actually, the professor we appointed may be familiar to everyone," Dumbledore smiled, and said to the young wizards, "Before introducing this professor, I would like to announce one thing—"

"I regret to inform you that our Conservation of Fantastic Creatures Professor, Professor Kettleburn, officially retired at the end of last year in order to spend more time with his remaining Fantastic Creatures, Rascal."

"Let me now introduce you to the new professor of Care of Magical Creatures. It is none other than Rubeus Hagrid to fill his vacancy. Hagrid has agreed to be a professor in addition to being a gamekeeper."

Harry, Ron, and Hermione stared at each other, transfixed, and then joined in the applause, especially loudly from the long Gryffindor table.

Hagrid was flushed and staring at his big hands, and his proud, nervous, reserved, coy smile was hidden in his shaggy black beard.

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