Professor The Vampire Earl of Hogwarts

During the month that Harry lived at the Burrow, he basically ignored the diary that he regarded as a treasure.

Riddle waited anxiously, but the time was getting closer and closer to the start of Hogwarts.If Harry is allowed to return to school, he will appear under the noses of Dumbledore and Dracula again, and it may become even more difficult to obtain Harry's blood.

"No, I can't go on indifferent like this!"

Diary Riddle secretly made up his mind and prepared to act hard.

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Harry felt that the summer vacation was over too soon.

He was looking forward to returning to Hogwarts, but at the same time, this month at the Burrow was no worse than staying at Hogwarts, and it was also the happiest time of his life.

Thinking of the Dursleys and how badly he might be treated the next time he was back on Privet Drive, he couldn't help but envy his good friend Ron for having such a big, loving family.

On the last night before departure, Mrs. Weasley used culinary magic to prepare a large table of sumptuous dinners, all of which were Harry's favorite foods. The last dish was the honey pudding that made people drool.

Fred and George put together two homemade Falpers fireworks for the last dinner before school and they put on a spectacular firework display that made the night perfect.

The twins won the approval of everyone except Percy, and Harry and Ron even secretly gave them high affirmation, thinking that these two talents will definitely achieve their goal before graduation-creating a production that can bring Hogwarts city to life. Super-large fireworks swallowed by the castle.

After having fun, the wizards in the Burrow each drank a cup of hot chocolate, then went to bed and fell asleep.

The next morning, the rooster in the Burrow yard acted as an alarm clock for the Wesley family on time.

As soon as the cock crowed, Mrs. Wesley woke everyone up.But they still seemed to be in a hurry, as if they had a lot of things to finish before departure.

Mrs. Weasley ran around, looking for spare bedding and clothes for Ginny, who was going to enter school this year, and preparing snacks and lunch for the Weasley brothers who were about to go back to school. Gradually, she got very upset. irritable.

Everyone is always bumping into each other on the narrow stairs.

On the crowded stairs, Fred was half dressed, George was holding a bit of leftover bread, Ron was pulling up his trousers, and Harry was rushing upstairs to get the textbook he had forgotten...

When everything was almost ready, Mr. Weasley was trying to carry Ginny's box to the car, but he tripped over a Quaffle in the yard and almost broke his neck.

"Hiss—why is there a Quaffle at the garage door?" Mr. Weasley gasped, covered his aching neck, looked at Fred and George and asked, "Fred, George, are you guys?" Didn't pack up the Quaffle after Quidditch?!"

"We're not, Dad!" said Fred.

"We didn't, Dad!" said George.

Fred was a little angry when he saw Mr. Wesley, and wanted to find someone to take the blame.He glanced at the big cock next to him with his head upright, his eyes rolled, and he came to pay attention.

"Dad, I think the chicken kicked the Quaffle here!" he said.

George also understood immediately, and said with a tacit understanding beside Fred: "Yes, Dad, the chickens on the Muggle side can play basketball, why can't our chickens in the wizarding world play Quaffle?"

As soon as Muggle games were mentioned, Mr. Weasley forgot the pain and stood up with great interest, "Basketball, a ball in a basket? Is that a Muggle sport?"

Harry had no choice but to act as a commentator for Mr. Wesley, explaining the rules of basketball.

"Don't study basketball and Quaffle, I'm going to be late!" Mrs. Weasley didn't think about the business until Mrs. Weasley came to urge them, and quickly put Ginny's suitcase into the old Ford In the trunk of the car.

Under the effect of the Untrace Stretching Curse, six large boxes, two owl cages and a mouse cage were stuffed into the trunk at the same time, even leaving many empty spaces.

"Don't tell Molly." Mr. Weasley whispered to Harry, proudly opening the suitcase and showing Harry his results.

When they finally tidied up their things and got into the car, Mrs. Weasley glanced at the back seat in surprise——

Harry, Ron, Fred, George, and Percy sat comfortably side by side, and she and Ginny sat up front in the passenger seat, all stretched out to be as roomy as a park bench.

"Muggles are really smarter than we thought," she exclaimed. "You can't see how spacious the car is from the outside!"

Hearing Mrs. Weasley's praise, Mr. Weasley looked a little embarrassed, and quickly started the car engine.

With a "buzz", the car drove out of the yard.

Harry looked back at the strange house for the last time, wondering when he would see it again...

So they came back again.

George forgot his strenuous fireworks at home.

Ten minutes later, with a screech of the brakes, the car stopped in the yard again, allowing Fred to run back to get his broomstick.

When it was time to start again, it was already very late, and Mrs. Weasley sitting in the car seemed to be so angry that smoke was coming out of both ears.

Mr. Wesley glanced at his watch, then at his wife.

"Molly, dear..."

"No, Arthur." Mrs. Weasley seemed to know what Mr. Weasley was going to say, and immediately interrupted him.

"Nobody's going to see us. There's a little button here, an invisible booster I've installed—it'll send us up into the sky," said Mr. Weasley, "and then we'll fly above the clouds, 10 Minutes from King's Cross station, who would never know..."

"I said no, Arthur, in broad daylight." Mrs. Weasley firmly rejected Mr. Weasley's request.

So the old Ford Anglia coupe was stuck on the road leading to the station, with a group of vehicles taking the children to school.

When the Wesley family finally arrived at King's Cross Station with Harry, there were no more little wizards on platform 9 3/4, and they became the last family to arrive at the station.

Standing in front of the partition wall between platforms 9 and 10, Mrs. Weasley looked nervously at the wall clock on the wall—it was 5 minutes before eleven o'clock, which meant that the train would leave in 5 minutes up.

They must walk through the wall in a nonchalant manner within 5 minutes without attracting the attention of surrounding Muggles.

"Don't worry, Mom," said Fred, grinning. "We're just in time!"

First there was Percy, who looked around, stepped quickly into the wall, and disappeared.Mr. Weasley led Fred and George followed.

"I'm taking Ginny," Mrs. Weasley turned to Harry and Ron and said, "You two have already been here once, there must be no problem, just follow us behind."

She grabbed Ginny's hand and walked forward, disappearing in an instant.

"Let's live together, there is only one minute." Ron glanced at the wall clock and said eagerly.

Harry nodded, checked to see that Hedwig's cage was firmly seated on top of the box, and turned the small luggage cart around to face the partition wall.

He was very confident, because walking through the wall was far less painful than using floo powder.

The two of them stooped confidently, pushed the car firmly and walked towards the partition wall, and gradually accelerated their pace to run——

"Winter—boom—crackling—"

The two carts bounced off the partition wall, Ron's box hit the ground hard, and Hedwig's cage hit the polished floor and rolled aside.

Hedwig banged her head on the cage, screaming angrily.

Their weird behavior attracted the attention of a large group of people around, and the guards surrounded them.

"What are you two boys up to?" asked one of the guards angrily.

"Uh...would you believe me if I said that the trolley was accidentally dropped?" Harry smiled awkwardly and got up clutching his ribs.

Ron hurried over to pick up Hedwig.

Hedwig was still flapping her wings and yelling loudly, which made many onlookers unhappy and accused them of cruelty to animals.

"Owls are birds of prey that yearn for freedom. Why do you keep it in a small cage?" A middle-aged Muggle woman walked over, with a badge of the Humane Protection Society pinned to her chest.

"However, Hedwig is actually a pet." Ron retorted. "Lie!" The middle-aged woman from the Animal Protection Association said loudly, "I have been in contact with animals for so many years, and I have never seen anyone who keeps an owl as a pet!"

However, Harry and Ron had given up on this tough woman.

If it was normal, they might still argue with her for a while, but at this time, seeing that there are only twenty seconds left, the second hand of the big clock will go to the position of "twelve", and the two of them only have in a hurry.

Regardless of other people's strange eyes, Harry ran to the partition wall in front of him and stuck his whole body against it.

The walls remained solid, unmoving.

"We're about to miss the train." Ron also came over, and threw the trolley against the wall with all his strength, "I don't understand why the passage was sealed..."

Harry looked up at the big clock, so panicked that he was about to faint.

Five seconds... four seconds...

He gritted his teeth, took a few steps back, and hit the wall with a "bang".

"Aw—" he held his head and cried out in pain.

"It's over," Ron said blankly when he saw the second hand passed "Twelve", "The train is leaving, what if Mom and Dad can't come to pick us up?"

But at this moment Harry had a big bump on his head and didn't hear what Ron said at all.

"It turns out that the child has a brain problem." The woman from the Animal Protection Association just now looked at Harry's movement of hitting the wall, and shook her head regretfully, "It's a pity, there is a brain problem at a young age."

The guards beside him also sighed and shook their heads, motioning for one of them to go to the station's medical staff to come and see him.

"Harry, is this your diary?" At this moment, Ron suddenly pointed to the floor next to Harry and asked, "Did it fall out of your box?"

Harry looked in the direction of Ron's finger in surprise, and saw that Tom's blank diary had been opened at some point, and there was a faint line of writing on it.

"Tom?" Harry quickly turned sideways, blocking Ron's view.

I saw a line written in the diary——

"Harry, if you feel distressed, I think I can help you get back to Hogwarts."

Harry's expression went from worried to ecstatic, but he didn't have a quill in his hand at the moment, so he couldn't ask Tom what he could do.

The diary also seemed to understand Harry's current situation, and before he could ask, he said his own way——

"Harry, I have a recipe for making a Portkey. If you want, I can help you make a Portkey to Hogwarts."

Riddle had already planned it in his heart.

在哈利即将通过第9和第10站台之间的隔墙进入9又3/4站台时，对那个施了魔法的隔墙动一动手脚，阻拦下他登上霍格沃茨特快列车的脚步。

Riddle knew that Harry had a similar childhood to him and regarded Hogwarts as his home, so it was impossible for him to accept that he could not go back to Hogwarts to go to school.

As a result, when Harry was most anxious, Riddle could offer to make a Portkey to Hogwarts for him to win his trust.

But of course this Portkey doesn't lead to Hogwarts, and it's too late for him to avoid the two old immortals there!

Riddle is going to make a door key that leads directly to Gaunt's old house and Riddle's cemetery, and sends Harry Potter directly to Voldemort himself.

Taking this opportunity, Voldemort can arrange for his Death Eaters to collect Harry Potter's blood, and then use the bones of old Tom Riddle and the flesh of the Death Eaters' servants at the same time to successfully complete the resurrection!

If it wasn't for Riddle's lack of mouth in the state of the diary, he would have wanted to laugh wantonly.He thought his plan was perfect!

"Portkey?" Harry looked at the writing on the diary happily, then turned to look at Ron, "Ron, do you know what a Portkey is?"

"Why did you ask about the Portkey all of a sudden, Harry?" Ron asked in surprise, "All the Portkeys need to be approved by the Ministry of Magic. We can't use the Portkeys to go back to Hogwarts without permission."

Harry's eyes lit up immediately, "Just tell me what the portkey is, maybe we can find a portkey?"

"Oh, the Portkey is a very convenient means of transportation. It works a bit like Floo powder," said Ron. "But seriously, we have a very rare chance of finding a Portkey."

Hearing Ron's description - "The portkey is a bit like Floo powder", Harry couldn't help but think of the last time he used Floo powder, and remembered the evil hag that he met when he strayed into Knockturn Alley .

He shivered all over, and subconsciously rejected the portkey mentioned in the diary.

"I think it's best for us to go back to the car and wait," Harry said to Ron quickly, looking at the two medical staff coming from a distance, "we'll consider the door if we have to..."

"Harry!" Ron yelled, jumping up suddenly, "Car!"

"What's wrong?" Harry asked in surprise, startled by his action.

"We can drive to Hogwarts!" Ron said excitedly.

"But I think..." Harry was still a little hesitant.

"We're stuck, aren't we? We have to rush back to school, don't we? In a real emergency, little wizards can use magic too. No. 19 of the "Restriction Regulations" or which paragraph... ..."

Obviously, these few words were spoken to Ron by Fred and George.

But Harry didn't know that this regulation was unreliable, and now he just wanted to go back to school as soon as possible.

"Can you drive it?" Harry's hesitation suddenly turned into excitement, and he forgot what Riddle said about the Portkey in an instant.

"No problem!" Ron said, turning the trolley towards the exit, "Come on, we can still keep up with the Hogwarts Express if we hurry up."

The two avoided the paramedics rushing to see if they were insane, walked quickly through the curious crowd, walked out of the station, and returned to the old Ford Anglia parked on the side road, leaving only Riddle behind. There were tears in Harry's backpack.

……

Across the calm, deep, mirror-smooth surface of the Black Lake, on the dark horizon, on the top of the high cliffs opposite the lake, stood the silhouettes of the turrets and towers of Hogwarts Castle.

The castle was brightly lit, and countless candles hovered in the air, illuminating the four long tables full of people, and making the golden plates and goblets sparkle.

The ceiling is enchanted to clearly reflect the bright stars in the night sky outside.

Professor McGonagall, wearing glasses and with hair tightly tied into a bun, placed a brand-new Hogwarts Sorting Hat on the stool in front of the new students.

Dracula held up a goblet and shook it gently.

He looked at the surprised exclamations of the little wizards below for the brand-new Sorting Hat, and slightly raised the corners of his mouth, extremely satisfied with his results.

But it seems that not all audiences were amazed by Dracula's masterpiece.

When Dracula caught a glimpse of two red-haired figures by accident, he found that the two of them didn't care about the Sorting Hat at all.

Looking at this pair of twins who didn't give face, Dracula was very upset.So he put down his glass and glared at them unkindly.

However, Fred and George, who are usually very escaped, didn't notice the fierce eyes of Dracula on the professor's seat today, and they didn't even open a gamble secretly as usual, fooling a large group of rich second-generation Slytherins Bet them or something.

The two sat in their seats absent-mindedly and even worriedly.

"How can these two guys be so honest today?"

Seeing the abnormal behavior of the twins, Dracula frowned slightly.

Just when he was about to go down and ask them what happened, a muffled sound echoed throughout the castle.

The professors who were waiting for the sorting ceremony raised their heads in amazement, and subconsciously turned their necks to the northeast of the castle...

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