Professor The Vampire Earl of Hogwarts

"Insecure? Ron?"

Ginny asked in surprise: "Aren't you joking, professor? Hasn't Ron been heartless all along? In our whole family, apart from Fred and George, Ron is the funniest .”

"Humor and inferiority are never in conflict, Miss Weasley." Professor Sprout smiled, "I can actually understand Ron's mood...I teach Arthur and Molly's children However, I can analyze it for you from a personal point of view—”

"Let's start with Bill. Bill is the eldest son of your family. He has been a child of other people's family since he was a child. He even got twelve OWLs certificates in the fifth grade. After graduation, he went directly to Gringotts as an interpreter. Curseman..."

"Percy is similar, got twelve OWLs certificates, and directly entered the Ministry of Magic after graduation; as for Charlie, he has always been a good player in Quidditch. Minerva showed off in front of our deans all day long. Gryffindor team."

"When I heard that Charlie didn't become a professional Quidditch player, Minerva was sad for a long time."

Professor Sprout followed the music, changed his dancing posture, and said kindly.

Harry and Ginny hadn't focused on dancing for a long time, they just swayed with the movements of Dracula and Professor Sprout, and listened carefully to her evaluation of Ron's performance.

"Thinking about it this way, the Weasley family really has a lot of talents." Dracula said with a chuckle, "It would be better if they could live in peace, especially those twins, they can really annoy people to death."

"Fred and George are really naughty." Mentioning those two creatures, the amiable Professor Sprout sighed helplessly, "The students I met in my career were only ten years ago. Harry's father and his few friends can compare with these two little guys."

"But having said that, although the two of them are mischievous, they are also very clever. It is rare to see a student who can get five OWLs certificates without paying attention to studying all day long!"

Hearing this, Harry nodded in agreement.

He had never seen the Weasley twins study hard, or he and Ron would not have been surprised to see the twins reading around the fireplace outside the boys' dormitory before.

However, these two guys were able to pass the five-subject wizard level exam... You know, these exams are no different from the usual final exams. Many little wizards with average studies can get three or four certificates at most before they end up!

"The brains of the two of them are really useful." Dracula chuckled, "It's just those two guys who come to me to judge from time to time with the small magic props they made...the production level is not very good, but the idea is good. Quite a lot."

"Looking at their performance in the future, if they stop being so mischievous as they are now, maybe one day I'll be in a good mood and introduce them to Nico."

"Nicole Flamel?!" Professor Sprout opened his mouth in surprise, then turned his head to look at Ginny, and said seriously, "Did you hear that, Ginny, tell your two brothers to pay attention when you get back , this is a major event related to their future!"

Ginny nodded quickly.

"Don't be so serious, I'll just talk... Nico doesn't know if he agrees or not." Dracula shook his head with a smile.

Immediately, a look of interest appeared on his face again, "But I really want to see what kind of old guy it would be if Nico's alchemy skills were used by two Weasleys to make joke products expression."

Harry swallowed silently.

He always felt that if Nicole Flamel really accepted Fred and George as apprentices, in the future, other people might feel unable to look directly at the alchemy skills of this respected master alchemist...

"Okay, let's close the digressions first, I haven't finished yet." Professor Sprout smiled.

At this time, a song played by the Weird Sisters had just ended, and they walked out from the dance floor together, and sat down at a banquet table where there were still many vacant seats.

"Where are we talking? Oh, by the way, Fred and George, aren't we?"

Professor Sprout continued to analyze: "The two little guys are not as good as his three brothers in grades, but as Professor Dracula said, they are very talented in other aspects."

"What's more, the relationship between the twins is so good, and they have been inseparable for a long time. They will definitely not have the illusion of being ignored and unloved like Ron."

She turned to look at Ginny, "Ron is the youngest boy in your family, and you are the youngest girl. There is only one year between you two, right?"

Ginny nodded a little bewilderedly.

"Then the key to the problem is very clear." Professor Sprout clapped his hands and said to her.

"Arthur and Mollie proved to be a pretty good parent indeed that they had produced so many good boys - and yet, with so many boys, they couldn't help, like other families, Preference was given to the one and only youngest girl."

"You mean... me?" Ginny blinked, and raised her finger to her nose.

"Yes, you are about the same age as Ron, but you have received more favors than him. It is normal for him to have an imbalanced psychology." Professor Sprout said, "This psychological imbalance is in It may not be reflected in normal times, but it has been accumulated in Ron's heart."

"Meanwhile, his two best friends—"

As he said that, Professor Sprout looked at Harry again, "Harry Potter, the savior, the genius Quidditch player, and one of the five warriors, and Hermione Granger, who has long occupied the first place in the grade Miss Jay..."

"Born in such a family environment and made two such excellent friends, in my opinion, Ron's performance is already many times better than other little wizards."

"So, I hope you can think about it from his perspective, and be more considerate of your brothers and friends." Professor Sprout smiled gently, "Go back and talk to Hermione, don't be affected by these trivial things. your friendship."

"It's normal for adolescent children to have occasional conflicts. As long as you can resolve the conflicts with your heart, your friendship will go further."

Professor Sprout's analysis and comfort brought Harry and Ginny a completely different perspective.

They never thought about it from Ron's point of view. They just thought it was wrong for him to lose his temper and make trouble like this, and it was unreasonable to make trouble, but they didn't realize why he acted like this.

After Professor Sprout's analysis, they could understand Ron's difficulties better, and also knew the weakest part of Ron's heart.

While Harry and Ginny were still deep in thought, a chirping sound from the side interrupted their thoughts.

Harry raised his head and looked at Professor Dracula who was sitting not far away, tasting wine.

They saw that a large group of witches of different grades surrounded Dracula in three circles and three circles, shouting eagerly.

"Professor, what happened to Professor Dracula...?" Harry cautiously asked Professor Sprout next to him.

"Oh, you said Professor Dracula!" Professor Sprout glanced over there and said with a smile, "A group of little girls are vying to invite him to dance!"

"Inviting Professor Dracula to dance? There are so many people?" Harry asked dumbfounded.

"Yeah, Minerva and I occupied their Professor Dracula just now, and their performance is still a bit restrained." Professor Sprout said, "Now that he is free, those little witches of course They scrambled to come over.”

As she spoke, she suddenly sighed, "I don't blame those little girls for being excited... If I were 20 years younger, I might be more active than them!"

"So, did Professor Dracula agree to dance with them?" Harry asked blankly.

"Of course I agree, otherwise they wouldn't be so excited." Professor Sprout smiled, "Dracula asked them to line up one by one for a bowl of water, and dance until the ball until the end!"

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At twelve o'clock midnight, the Weird Sisters stopped playing, everyone gave them a big round of applause one last time, and then started walking down the foyer.

Many people hoped that the dance would be extended, including Harry and Ginny, but not Dracula.

Dracula has danced with countless little girls. It feels like he has lived for more than 1000 years, and he has never been so tired...

Likewise, it wasn't Ron who wanted the prom extended.

Ron didn't think he was having a good night—

Depressedly watching Hermione dance with her former idol, her original dance partner was so angry that he ran away with others, and her sister and best friend had a hot chat...

He sat on the banquet table with his eyes blank, and when the music died down, he left the auditorium like a walking corpse and walked towards the Gryffindor common room.

Walking on the road, he saw George running down the marble stairs with a golden egg in his arms, with an extremely excited look on his face.

"Ron, do you see where Harry is?" George asked Ron, who didn't notice the look of frustration on Ron's face.

"I don't know, maybe you're still talking to Ginny?" Ron murmured without opening his mouth.

"I see, thank you, little Luoluo!" George thanked casually, and continued to run down the stairs.

Harry and Ginny collided with George holding the golden egg at the door of the auditorium.

They just remembered that George didn't seem to be at the ball, and only Fred was dancing with his partner Angelina.

"What's the matter, George?" Harry asked. "Why didn't you come to the dance?"

"Shh - keep your voice down." George looked around, and dragged Harry into a deserted corner of the entrance courtyard.

After confirming that there was no one else around, he stuffed the golden egg into Harry's arms, and raised his eyebrows at him mysteriously.

"I've discovered the secret of the golden egg, Harry!" said George triumphantly.

"What? You cracked it?" Harry's eyes widened.

He'd been so engrossed in the ball that he'd almost forgotten that there was a second event in the Final Four waiting for him.

"That's right!" George nodded. "Actually, Fred and I have discovered some clues before, but there is no way to verify it."

"So today I let Fred go to the dance by himself, and then I sneaked into the prefects bathroom while everyone was at the Yule Ball..."

"Wait, why did you sneak into the prefect's bathroom? Does it have anything to do with the golden egg?" Harry was full of doubts, and asked several questions in succession, "Also, don't you need a password to get in there? , how did you get in?"

"Oh, the password hasn't changed there. We've already got it out of Percy's mouth." George said in a funny way. "Only the prefect's bathroom has a bathtub. Our shower is useless."

"Don't ask me anything else. Now that the dance is over and there is no one else in the bathroom, let's hurry over there!"

"The two of us are going to the prefect's bathroom, so... what about Ginny?" Harry glanced at his partner and said hesitantly.

"If Ginny wants to go, she can wash with you." George said with a smirk.

Ginny blushed, stomped her feet resentfully, gave George a look, and followed the crowd towards the Gryffindor common room.

……

The moonlight reflected in the corridor, which was empty and very quiet, in stark contrast to the noisy auditorium.

George led Harry to the statue of "Boris the Foolish," a wizard with a dazed expression and the gloves on his hands backwards.

George followed the statue to a door next to him, and read the password to the door:

"Fresh pineapple."

The door creaked open.

Harry walked in after George, turned and locked the door, and looked around.

"Wow, being a prefect is not bad!" he exclaimed.

In front of them was an extremely luxurious bathroom. There was a luxurious chandelier with candles above their heads, casting a warm soft light on the room. Everything was made of snow-white marble, including the one in the middle. Plunge into a bath in the ground.

The bath was like a rectangular swimming pool, with about a hundred golden taps on the sides, each with a gemstone of a different color set in the handle.

In addition, there is a diving board outside the bath, as if it can really be used as a swimming pool.

The windows were hung with snow-white linen curtains; a large pile of fluffy white towels stood in one corner.

On the wall hung a picture in a gilt frame.It showed a blond mermaid sleeping soundly on a rock, her long hair brushing her face, trembling slightly with each breath she took.

"There's no need to envy them. Don't you already know the password?" George smiled. "Fred and I often sneak in, and we don't have to do the work of the prefects. This is the most comfortable thing."

"So, what should we do?" Harry asked, looking at the golden egg in his hand.

"Well... I suggest you just throw it in!" George said.

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