Professor The Vampire Earl of Hogwarts

After Ron kicked open the gate of the castle, he didn't even bother to go to the auditorium for dinner, he pulled Harry and Hermione and ran away.

He ran to the teaching area with two friends and found an abandoned classroom.

"Ro... Ron, what on earth are you thinking?" In the empty classroom, Harry leaned on a dusty desk and said out of breath, "Why do you say we don't need to go to the library?"

"Yeah, Ron..." Hermione was so tired that she didn't care about the dust in the classroom at all, she lay down on a desk and asked helplessly, "I finally asked Professor Dracula to borrow The note about the banned book, why is it not used anymore?"

"No, we really don't need to go to the library." Ron was also dressed roughly, but his eyes were shining. "We've been going in the wrong direction before. In fact, we don't need to deal with the fire dragon head-on!"

"But... how can I finish the game without fighting the fire dragon?" Harry hesitated.

"Harry, let me ask you, do you really think you will be asked to defeat the fire dragon during the game?" Ron stared at Harry with a wise face and a radiant face.

"Uh...probably not, after all, Charlie and his professional dragon trainers need seven or eight people to barely deal with a fire dragon." Harry hesitated, "I guess...maybe let us find a way to get out of the fire dragon's side." Go around?"

"Yes!" Ron slammed the table, startling Harry and Hermione, "That's the crux of the problem!"

"Think about it carefully, if you want to get past the dragon's defense, is it really necessary to learn the magic against the fire dragon? Harry just needs to be fast enough and sensitive enough!"

"Ron, what did you think of?" Hermione's eyes lit up.

"Harry, play what you are best at!" Ron said loudly, "Didn't Filch just satirize that Quidditch is useless? Then prove it to him!"

Harry's eyes widened, and his emotions grew.

"I know, broomstick!" he cried. "I can fly past dragons on a broomstick!"

But then he became frustrated again, "But according to the rules of the game, warriors are not allowed to carry any supplies other than wands... I can't bring a broom into the arena."

"No, Harry, you just need to bring your wand." At this time, Hermione stood up with a smile, and her tone was unprecedentedly relaxed, "There is a fairly simple spell, which will be taught in Charms class this semester. We've learned it!"

Harry looked into her eyes, and a very basic spell came to his mind—

"Flying Curse!"

……

At two o'clock in the morning, in the Gryffindor common room, Harry was standing by the fireplace surrounded by many things—

Books, quills, a few overturned chairs, an old wizard's chess set, and Neville's Raffle the toad.

Just now, Harry finally mastered the Flying Curse.

"It's much better, Harry, I've improved a lot." Hermione lay tiredly on the sofa, but her face looked very happy.

"Huh—" Harry breathed a long sigh of relief, "Great, at least now I know what to do next time I can't learn the spell..."

The Flying Curse was originally a spell that fourth-grade students were only required to master in the next semester. He took several spell lessons but failed to learn it, but now he completely mastered it in one night.

Harry said, throwing a Rune dictionary to Hermione so he could try the Coming Charm again, "...just threaten me with a dragon, yes!"

He raised his wand again—

"AccioDictionary!"

The heavy dictionary flew up from Hermione's hand, flew to the other side of the room, and was caught by Harry.

"Harry, I think you've really got it!" Hermione said happily.

"What? Did it work?" Ron raised his head from a sofa in a daze. "Why didn't I fall asleep? Why didn't you call me?"

"It's okay, Ron, you don't really need to stay with me so late..." Harry said.

"What are you talking about, we are the best brothers!" Ron jumped up from the sofa excitedly.

"Hopefully it will work tomorrow," Harry nodded with a smile, "but the Firebolt is much farther away than things here. Tomorrow it's in the castle, and I'm out on the grounds..."

"As long as you really concentrate and concentrate, the magic will definitely succeed." Hermione comforted, "Harry, go back to the dormitory and sleep for a while...you need to rest."

"Relax, Harry," Ron patted Harry on the shoulder very relaxedly, "I can secretly help you take the Firebolt outside the auditorium. If anyone asks, I'll just say I'm watching Go play Quidditch after your match."

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By the next morning, the atmosphere at Hogwarts became very tense and excited.

After the morning classes were over, Professor McGonagall announced the suspension of classes in the afternoon in the auditorium, so that all the students in the school had time to go to the field surrounded by dragons below - of course, they didn't know that they would see such an amazing fire dragon there thing.

When Harry came out of the History of Magic classroom in the last session of the morning in a daze, and came to the auditorium for dinner like sleepwalking, Professor McGonagall hurried towards him from the professor's seat.

Many people stopped eating and turned to look at them.

"Potter, now the warriors are going to the competition field... You must be ready to complete the first project." Professor McGonagall said to him, pursing his lips tightly.

"I see..." Harry said and stood up, not realizing that he had knocked the fork to the ground with a crisp "crack".

"Good luck, Harry," Hermione whispered to him, "you're going to make it!"

"Yes, Harry, don't forget your Firebolt when the time comes," Ron whispered too, "I'll take it outside the auditorium."

"Yeah, I'll make it," Harry said in a daze, his voice hardly being his own.

He left the auditorium with Professor McGonagall and walked towards the Forbidden Forest northeast of the castle.The five fire dragons are placed in that direction.

Professor McGonagall looked equally distraught.

In fact, she was almost as anxious as Harry, because she couldn't imagine how she, a fourth-year student, would deal with the dangers of the Final Four.

She accompanied Harry down the stone steps, out into the open, and put her hand lightly on his shoulder.

"Okay, don't be nervous," she said, she didn't know whether she was comforting Harry or herself, "keep your head calm...Professor Dracula will watch you from the side of the field as a security officer. If the situation is not good, he will I will step forward to control the situation..."

"Although you are the youngest warrior, as long as you give full play to your abilities, no one will think that you are inferior to others... Do you understand what I mean?"

"I understand, Professor," Harry heard himself say.

Professor McGonagall led him around the edge of the Forbidden Forest and walked towards the place where the fire dragon was.

As they approached the clump of trees where they should have had a clear view of the grounds, Harry saw that a tent had been erected there, keeping the dragons out, and that the entrance to the tent was facing them.

"You have to go in with a few other warriors," Professor McGonagall's voice became a little trembling, "you have to wait in the tent for a while, Potter. Mr. Bagman is also inside, and he will tell you the steps one by one. Good luck to you..."

"thanks……"

Harry thanked him in a monotonous, drifting voice, then moved his legs and moved himself into the tent.

Not only Harry, but all the warriors present seemed very nervous.

Fleur Delacour sat on a low wooden stool in the corner of the tent.She was not at all composed as usual, she looked very pale and sickly; Viktor Krum looked more sullen than usual, and the veins on his b pacing back and forth...

Only John Kowalski looked relaxed, sitting on a chair with his eyes closed.

"Harry! That's great!" Bagman seemed relieved when he saw the last warrior coming in, as if he was afraid that Harry would run away, "Come in, come in, relax, just like at home !"

Bagman put on his old Hornets uniform again and stood among the pale Warriors like a hunk cartoon.

"Okay, everyone's here now—it's time to introduce you!" said Bagman cheerfully. "When the audience is assembled, I'm going to pass this bag to each of you in turn,"

He held up a purple silk bag and shook it at them.

"You need to pick out a small model of the thing you are going to face! There are different types of them. Also, I have one more thing to tell you... Your task in this game is to pick up the golden eggs!"

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On the other side, a huge platform has been built on the site.

This platform hadn't appeared a few days ago, and it was temporarily built with magic. The purpose was to hide the content of the competition, so as to give the audience and warriors a "surprise".

At this time, the arena was already crowded with people, and countless shouts came from the audience seats in all directions.

This kind of spectacular scene could only be seen in the finals of Hogwarts' Quidditch competition every academic year before, but this time, the audience around the arena was even larger than during the Quidditch competition.

This is because there are always people who are not interested in the Quidditch game, but no one wants to miss this four-wild tournament that has not been played for hundreds of years!

Dracula was lazily reclining on a broom, dangling and suspended in the mid-air of the arena, and occasionally glanced at the enthusiastic students around the auditorium.

He saw many little wizards waving banners with the names of the warriors they support, loudly cheering for them——

As the home ground of Hogwarts, the banners with the words "Support Cedric" are naturally the most.

However, to Dracula's surprise, looking at the past, there are no fewer flags with Krum's name on them than Cedric's, which shows the huge influence of this Quidditch star.

At the same time, there are quite a few students who support Furong, most of them are boys who have become Furong's fans in just one month. Powder combat effectiveness is poor.

In contrast, Harry and John's supporters seem to be not so many.

John, as an Ilvermorny warrior with little fan base and seemingly no advantages in appearance, except for a few students from Ilvermorny who came to Hogwarts, no one else would go to support him.

Although Harry is a "native" of Hogwarts, his becoming a warrior is not recognized by many people. Hufflepuff College with the largest number of people even thinks that he has stolen Cedric's honor.

As a result, apart from Hermione and a few good friends of Gryffindor, no one is willing to cheer for him.

In contrast, there are still many people on the Slytherin side holding a banner with Harry's name on it——

Of course, it says "Potter stinks"...

Afterwards, Dracula looked away from the auditorium and looked beyond the entrance of the arena.

A little red-haired wizard was sneaking up with a broom and carefully hiding it behind a thick willow tree.

"It's really them who can think of using a broomstick to deal with the game." Dracula watched Ron's sneaky behavior from a distance, and a playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

At this moment, a helpless call came from below.

Dracula looked away from Ron, frowned and looked at the place where the voice came from.

"Professor Dracula, can I trouble you to be a little more serious?" I saw Ludo Bagman standing helplessly on the long table in the commentary seat, shouting to Dracula, "Karkaroff The headmaster and Ms. Maxim have protested against you..."

"They felt that you were not vigilant enough and asked the race team to replace the safety officer," he said.

"I'm so dedicated, why do they think I'm not vigilant?" Dracula lowered the height of the broom and said innocently, "I'm already serious, okay?"

Bagman watched Dracula reclining on the broomstick with leisurely movements, and couldn't help but fell into deep thought.

Have you misunderstood the word "seriousness"?

"I really don't understand how Hogwarts would hire such an irresponsible person as a security officer." Ms. Maxim's stern voice sounded from the referee's seat next to her, "I seriously doubt that when there is an accident in the game, There is no way he can save our warrior from the dragon in time!"

"I'm also a little skeptical... Can this posture really control the broomstick well?" Karkaroff also echoed, "If something happens to Krum, the consequences are not something Hogwarts can afford .”

Dracula looked in the direction of the referee's seat, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

"Tsk, I really can't help you..." He chuckled softly, "I suspect I can't control the broomstick well, right?"

Under the eyes of all the referees, De Gu stretched out his hand and held it on the handle of the broom behind his back.

The next moment, he suddenly threw the broom on the referee's bench.

But his figure was still suspended in mid-air, shaking leisurely.

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