Professor The Vampire Earl of Hogwarts

"Very well, thank you for your cooperation."

After Ollivander checked Harry's wand, Dumbledore stood up from the referee table and said to everyone present.

"Now you can go back to class... Oh, maybe it's more appropriate to go directly to the auditorium for dinner, anyway, they will end get out of class soon."

As he spoke, he winked playfully at the five warriors.

Harry, who had been very depressed all this time, felt that something went well today.

He stood up to leave, but the man with the black camera jumped up and cleared his throat.

"Take a photo, Dumbledore, take a photo!" Bagman slapped his thigh suddenly, and shouted excitedly, "Let's take a photo with the referee, the security guard and the warrior, what do you think, Rita?"

"Well—well, let's take a group photo first," Rita Skeeter said, her eyes constantly wandering over Dracula, Krum, and Harry, the people who are most likely to make big news. I’ll take some more single-person photos later.”

It took a long time to take pictures.

No matter where Mrs. Maxim stands, it is easy to block others, and the room is too small for the photographer to stand far away, making it difficult to include her in the shot.

In the end she had to sit down, and the others stood around her.

Karkaroff kept running his fingers around his goatee, trying to make it into a curl; Cedric smiled shyly at the camera; Fleur tossed her hair and smiled amazingly ...

Somewhat surprisingly, people thought that Krum should be used to things like taking pictures, but he didn't expect him to hide behind everyone.

The cinematographer seemed particularly motivated to get Fleur to the front, but Rita Skeeter always caught up, insisting that Dracula, Harry, and Krum be more prominent.

Then she insisted on taking one-on-one photos of the referees, safety and Warriors.

But Dracula ignored him at all, turned around and left the room, so she had to turn her attention to Harry and Krum, who were "easy to bully", and took pictures of each warrior.

After a long time, the warriors finally got out.

When they rushed to the auditorium, those students who were in the classroom had already finished their meals.

For Harry, the only good thing seemed to be getting a little bit worse.

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After Dracula left the room where the interview was arranged, he went straight to the room not far from the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, which was assigned to Riddle's Defense Against the Dark Arts teaching assistant's office.

Pushing open the door, the handsome black-haired young man was reading a book, and when he saw Dracula's arrival, he showed a somewhat surprised expression.

"Professor Dracula, aren't you dealing with the Final Four? Why did you suddenly think of coming here?" Riddle stood up and asked, "The students' homework has been graded today, do you need to take a look at it? "

He put down the book in his hand, picked up a stack of thick and neat parchment from the desk by the window, and handed it to Dracula.

"I'm not here to check your work." Dracula waved his hand and pushed the homework back.

Had it not been for the connection between Harry's wand and Voldemort, which made Dracula suddenly think of himself as an assistant teacher, he might have largely ignored Riddle.

The teaching assistant, who was very hastily found from the diary at the time, has become extremely low-key since Dracula discovered the relics of Slytherin in the last school year.

Every day, he just conscientiously assigns and corrects the homework of the little wizards, makes a demonstration in class when necessary, and occasionally acts as a sparring partner in the dueling club...

In addition to working time, Riddle has been reading books, reading different magic books... According to him, he only has the memory of Voldemort before he was 16 years old, and his accumulation of magical knowledge is far from enough. He must continue to learn.

It is simply the speech of a model student.

Of course, Dracula had no reason to stop him from continuing his studies, after all, he had done a good job as a teaching assistant, and even a vitriolic professor like Snape would not be able to pick any thorns.

Of course, Dracula didn't intend to criticize at all.

Only by having a reliable teaching assistant to handle all kinds of trivial troubles of being a professor, can you have the opportunity to come out and have fun!Why not do it?

Dracula turned his attention back to the book that Riddle had just placed on the desk.

This is a rather thick tome, the cover is faded black leather, with a string of letters written in a strange font——

Sophisticated Dark Arts Revealed.

"Cutting-edge black magic? It's quite bragging. How does this book read?" Dracula casually picked up the tome and opened the first page.

Before Riddle had time to remind, a ferocious black skull suddenly emerged from the title page of the book, let out a piercing scream, and rushed towards Dracula's eyes.

However, without waiting for Dracula to react, the skull seemed to have been frightened, and immediately turned around to return to the pages of the book.

The next moment, two slender fingers pinched the black mist on the back of the skull's head, and brought it to his eyes like a puppy.

"Interesting, is this a black magic trap set by the author of this book?"

Dracula looked at the skull with interest, and he felt that the image of the skull in the Dark Mark was meant to be taken from here.

"Let me see... the fog should be a bluff, and the main thing is to add a mental impact."

Dracula said to himself, "Oh, is the author of this black magic book actually a good person? Wizards who don't have enough energy to bear the black magic in this book will be stunned by this skull, so they can do it The effect of the warning?"

Riddle looked at this scene from the side with a face full of shame, and always felt that even though he had worked hard and made progress, he was still a person who was not in the same world as this professor.

Every time he opened this book, he had to be prepared, so as not to be affected by this skull, so that his learning efficiency would be reduced in the following time.

...But this skull is as weak and harmless to Dracula as a young puppy, let alone being mentally affected.

"Professor Dracula, I guess the author can't be said to be a good person, he is very proud..." Riddle said, "In my opinion, the author probably thinks that wizards who are not powerful enough are not qualified to read their own works."

"Oh, if that's the case, then it's really arrogant." Dracula shook his head with a sneer, and began to turn the book backwards.

This tome is also worthy of the name "Secrets of Cutting-Edge Black Magic". All kinds of black magic in it are quite complete and precise, and there are few mistakes or omissions.

It contains a large number of files of evil magic, and there are also various cases of criminal experiments.

It can be seen that the author who wrote this book cannot really be a good person in the literal sense, otherwise he would not have a soft spot for these evil cases.

Riddle watched Dracula's movements nervously, hoping that his reading speed could skip some important information...

However, the last thing he wanted to see happened after all.

When Dracula turned to a certain page, his movements suddenly stopped.

"Horcrux?" Dracula raised his eyes and looked at Riddle with a half-smile, "You read this book mainly for this content, right?"

It is rare, even with Dracula's experience, it is rare to see books that contain specific information about Horcruxes.

But this "Secret of Advanced Black Magic" also covers the process of making Horcruxes, the influence of Horcruxes on the creator's soul, and the method of repairing the soul...

"Can the soul be repaired?" Dracula said softly.

"Yes, it's written in the book... Only through remorse can the split soul be repaired." Riddle nodded slowly and said, "This process is painful and may be fatal."

"I remember that you absorbed soul fragments from other Horcruxes before." Dracula frowned, "If I remember correctly, it was the one in Rowena's crown."

"Isn't this way of merging souls a kind of repair? I don't think you have any regrets."

"Yes, this kind of fusion only relies on the characteristics of me as a special Horcrux, and it is not considered to repair the soul." Riddle was silent for a while, and then said with some distress, "So I can't exert the power of all the Horcruxes. .”

"And I don't know how many Horcruxes that person made, and when I face him again in the future, I don't know whether I can gain the upper hand in terms of soul strength."

Having said that, he looked at Dracula with burning eyes, "Professor Dracula, you must still have Horcruxes there, right? I can feel it from time to time!"

"Are you talking about... this?" Dracula took out a locket from his pocket and played it casually in his hand.

It was a golden locket set with a gleaming green gemstone in the shape of a serpent, like a real viper.

"That's right, I can feel it, this is another horcrux of his!" Riddle opened his eyes wide, an eager expression gradually appeared on his face, "Professor Dracula, let me absorb the soul from this horcrux Fragments? This way I have a little more confidence against him!"

Dracula stopped playing with the locket suddenly, and held the locket firmly in his palm.

"Do you think that with this soul fragment, you can fight against Voldemort alone?" He asked lightly, with a half-smile on his lips.

"I think... there is hope." Riddle took a deep breath, "According to what I know about myself, if I had to choose, I would divide my soul into seven pieces..."

"The fragment I represent, the fragment in Ravenclaw's crown, there are already two pieces... If you add the piece in your hand, Professor, then I already have nearly half of my soul, I just need to find it again One piece can take advantage..."

Voldemort does have another soul at Hogwarts.

Dracula's expression was a little playful, and he unconsciously thought of the fragment on Harry's body.

"Then how can you be sure that the souls split by Voldemort are all of the same strength?" He then asked, "How can you be sure that the soul fragments left by Voldemort will not be the largest one?"

Riddle froze.

"So it's better not to think about these tricky methods, it's the last word to improve your strength." Dracula put the Slytherin locket back into his pocket again, and patted Riddle on the shoulder.

"When you have completely fused the soul fragments in Rowena's crown, I will give you this Horcrux."

His meaning is obvious, that is to let Riddle learn to repent and repair the split soul.

If he really learns to repent one day, he can rest assured that he will devour all of Voldemort's souls.

But is Riddle really able, or really willing, to learn to regret?

Dracula found it difficult.

……

On the Saturday before the start of the first project, Hogwarts routinely approved students from the third year and above to visit Hogsmeade village.

Harry had been feeling aggrieved for more than half a month every day, and Hermione advised him to take a walk outside the castle, saying that it might make him feel better.

In fact, Harry was also eager to go out and relax, and he didn't need her persuasion at all.

"But, what about Ron?" Before leaving, he suddenly thought of something, so he asked, "Don't you want to go with him?"

"Oh, so..." Hermione blushed slightly, "I think we can meet him at the Three Broomsticks..."

"No way!" said Harry flatly.

Ron took the initiative to quarrel with Harry, and Harry also felt that his jealousy was unreasonable, so he simply cut off contact with him.

Now Hermione wants Harry to take the initiative to find Ron, which is of course impossible.

"Oh, Harry, this is so stupid! You two..."

"I will go, but I don't want to meet Ron, I want to put on my invisibility cloak." Harry said angrily.

"Oh, well then..." said Hermione angrily, "but I wouldn't want to talk to you if you were wearing that dress because I couldn't tell if I was looking at you."

And just like that, Harry donned his Invisibility Cloak in his dormitory, went downstairs, and set off for Hogsmeade with Hermione.

Harry felt especially at ease under the cloak, because finally no one was looking at him maliciously or suspiciously.

He watched the other schoolmates pass them as they walked into the village, most of them wearing Cedric Diggory pins on their chests, but no nasty remarks were thrown into their faces, and no one made a point. Brightly read "Potter Stinks".

"People keep looking at me now," said Hermione dissatisfied to the air next to her. "They think I'm talking to myself."

They headed to the Honeydukes confectionary to buy a couple of large, freshly baked pralines.

At this moment, in the distance, a boy with fiery red hair hurriedly ran towards Hermione.

"Hermione—" the red-haired boy, that is, Ron, said out of breath, "something is wrong, I seem to have just got some news... I think you need to tell Harry about it for me !"

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