Professor The Vampire Earl of Hogwarts

"It's much quieter now." Dracula sat back on the chair and leaned comfortably against the back of the chair.

He picked up the blood pudding again, and while tasting the dessert, he watched with great interest the distressed expressions of the two little wizards, Harry and Ron.

After a long time, the red roaring letter finally stopped roaring, fell from the air to the ground, and then burned, curly and turned into ashes.

The hood made of milk also fell down, drenching both Ron and Harry.

However, the two of them didn't seem to feel it, they just stood there blankly, as if they had just been run over by a large group of rhinoceros, and their entire faces turned purple.

"Are you all right?"

Hermione, who had cleaned up the surroundings with a cleaning spell at this time, was looking at Ron and Harry worriedly.

"I'm sorry, Hermione, what did you say?" Ron asked hoarsely, "I feel buzzing in my head, and I can't hear anything..."

"What are you two talking about?" Harry's voice was also hoarse, he watched Ron and Hermione's mouths opening and closing, but couldn't hear any sound coming out, "I feel like I might be deaf, what now? Can't hear you!"

Because they couldn't hear the sound, the two people's voices were unconsciously amplified, breaking the rare quiet atmosphere in the auditorium.

Draco Malfoy on the long Slytherin table couldn't help laughing when he saw the purple faces of the two.

Crabbe and Goyle laughed as well, and then the laughter spread from the Slytherin table to Ravenclaw, and finally even Gryffindor's own people laughed loudly. up.

As for Harry and Ron, neither of them was at all ashamed of other people's laughter, because they didn't hear it at all.

The two of them were still staring blankly at each other, their minds buzzing non-stop.

It wasn't until Professor McGonagall came down from the professor's seat, handed out the schedule along the long table in Gryffindor, and cast a spell on them, that the two of them woke up.

"Professor, can I ask who did the sound-proof milk cover just now?" Ron was ready to seek revenge immediately after regaining his senses, "I don't know who is so immoral, shouting at the two of us and my mother." Lock the letters together!"

Harry nodded in agreement, "There is a huge echo in this enclosure. Mrs. Weasley's roar has echoed in the enclosure for countless times...I even feel that it is still spinning in circles in my head now. ..."

Professor McGonagall handed each of them a schedule, and then she looked at Harry and Ron with a slightly weird expression that was different from the usual seriousness.

"What will happen to you if I tell you who cast the curse?" she asked. "Do you want revenge?"

"Must!" Ron said aggressively, "How can you not take revenge if you have revenge?"

Standing by the side, Harry somewhat agreed with Ron's words, but felt something was wrong, so he shut his mouth and prepared to wait and see.

Professor McGonagall seemed to be holding back his laughter, nodded to Ron, and pointed to the front of the auditorium.

Harry and Ron followed her fingers and saw a silver-haired professor eating pudding comfortably.

"The person who put you up with the protective cover is there!" Professor McGonagall said, "You can go to him for revenge, Wes."

"Ah... so the mask just now was cast by Professor Dracula..." Ron showed an extremely embarrassed smile, "It must be a misunderstanding! Yes, it must be a misunderstanding!"

"Professor Dracula must be worried about our safety, so he protected us with a mask!"

As if sensing their gaze, Professor Dracula raised his head and glanced at the two of them.

Dracula thought for a moment, then raised the corners of his mouth, his lips moved slightly, and a sentence was clearly transmitted to Ron's ears from a long distance away.

"Come on, Wes, you're going to have the same amount of homework as Potter for the first two weeks of school."

Hearing this sentence, Ron froze for a moment, then frowned suspiciously.

Professor McGonagall glanced at him, as if he believed that with Dracula's deterrent power, the two of them would not continue to cause trouble.So she turned around, and then went to distribute the schedules to other little wizards.

"What's the matter, Ron?" Harry asked, seeing Ron's puzzled expression.

"Harry, Professor Dracula just told me to make my homework the same as yours in the first two weeks." Ron scratched his head, "But aren't we in the same grade? Our homework should have been the same The same is right!"

Then he lowered his voice and leaned closer to Harry's ear, "Tell me, isn't Professor Dracula a bit muddled?"

"Why do you say that?" Harry glanced at Dracula cautiously and asked in a low voice when he realized that he was eating pudding again and was not paying attention to the Gryffindor table.

"I heard from Fred and George that no matter what year, the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor will definitely have problems." Ron whispered, "Look, let's forget about talking to the car before, the car is indeed like Responded to him..."

"But something is wrong with homework. Could it be that your homework can be more than mine?"

Having said this, Harry suddenly fell silent.

"Don't you think so, Harry?" Ron asked reluctantly seeing that Harry was silent.

"Ron," Harry took a deep breath, and patted Ron's shoulder with a heavy face, "I have some bad news for you..."

"...My homework is really more than yours, twice as much."

After a happy week at Wes's house and the mental thrill of driving to school, Harry had almost forgotten about it.

It wasn't until Ron mentioned the homework that Harry suddenly remembered that when Professor Dracula was in Knockturn Alley, he doubled his homework in the first two weeks of the semester to everyone else!

Ron: "..."

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The first day of school is a Wednesday.

This school year, Dracula's first class is given to the sixth graders.

The sixth grade course is Defense Against the Dark Arts (Ultimate Witch Level Examination) improvement class. The improvement class is no longer taught separately by two colleges, but by four colleges in one classroom.

After all, there are only a small number of students who enroll in a subject, so it doesn't look crowded when students from four colleges stay in one classroom.

When Dracula came to the classroom, the students wearing collars of four colors had already sat neatly in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.He subconsciously glanced at the desk, and realized that he had forgotten to bring his textbooks and textbooks, and he didn't even have the roster of students for this class.

Only then did Dracula sadly remember that the conscientious teaching assistant Quirrell had passed away for half a year.

"You are sixth grade students, right?" He sighed and asked casually.

"Yes, Professor!" The red-haired wizard sitting in the first row said very cooperatively.

"Okay, I understand." Dracula nodded to him, "Since all of you are sixth-grade wizards, you must have passed the ordinary wizard level test of Defense Against the Dark Arts, right?"

"Yes, Professor!" It was Percy again, his head held up in honor.

Percy Wesley had obtained twelve certificates in the Ordinary Wizarding Rank Examinations, which is something very few people can do.

But Dracula didn't care about Percy, the top student, or the Ravenclaw students who are basically all top students, but looked at a few Gryffins in the corner who lowered their heads melancholy Do and Hufflepuff.

"If my predictions are correct, the few of you should have failed the ordinary wizard level exam, right?" Dracula smiled coldly, looking at the few who were sitting in the corner like quails, not daring to look up. Gryffindors.

Percy glanced back at them, then held up his hand.

"Professor, you don't usually assign homework very much. Students like them who have no self-control can easily put their minds on other places, and then they will fail the course naturally." He analyzed reasonably.

Dracula's expression froze for a moment.

"So I suggest, Professor, you can assign more homework..." Percy wanted to continue talking about his theory, but was interrupted by a Ravenclaw witch beside him.

"Professor, Percy didn't mean that, he just wanted to give himself more homework!" Penelope Clearwater of Ravenclaw said.

Penello had to choose to save Percy.

Because his words obviously offended most of the students in the classroom, even Professor Dracula, and he was easily targeted by his classmates.

Being targeted by classmates is not the most terrifying thing, after all, Percy's popularity is not very good.She was afraid that the narrow-minded Professor Dracula would hold a grudge... If Professor Dracula missed him, Percy's life would be difficult in the future.

"Come here, Percy Weiss." Dracula looked deeply at the red-haired wizard sitting under the stage, and the corners of his mouth curled up in an arc without any smile, "Do you think... my teaching method is wrong?" What's the problem?"

The temperature in the entire Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom seemed to drop a few degrees, and Percy shivered all over.

"Um...Actually, I'm talking nonsense, Professor." Percy lowered his head and said weakly.

"But I think what you said makes sense, Come on, Wes." Dracula said coldly, "Since there are so many people who have failed the ordinary wizard level exam, it means that there is a big problem with my teaching method .”

The students in the classroom opened their eyes wide in horror, and then looked at Percy angrily.

If it weren't for this nosy guy, how could Professor Dracula, who didn't like to assign homework, suddenly reflect on his teaching methods? !

"Don't be so anxious to show such a frightened expression." Dracula looked at them and suddenly chuckled, "Even if someone fails the exam, I still don't bother to assign so many useless paper homework, your homework It is what it should be.”

The students in the classroom opened their eyes wide in confusion, and looked at Professor Dracula with a hint of surprise in their eyes.

However, the next moment, the surprise in their eyes turned into shock.

"Defense Against the Dark Arts is such a practical subject, and doing homework on paper will not be the best way to improve your grades." Dracula said, and at the same time, he pulled out his eerie wooden wand from his pocket, "Learning black art Magic defense, of course, there is no better way to increase points than actual combat!"

With a wave of his magic wand, the desks and chairs in the classroom were pulled away from the sides and even under the students, and neatly placed on both sides of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, leaving an empty space in the middle of the classroom. .

All the students in the classroom were supported by an invisible force that was too powerful to resist, and stood in the empty space just vacated.

"Next, take out your wands." A malicious smile appeared on Dracula's face, "You all fight together, come and fight with me, let me see the end of the five years of study at Hogwarts What progress has it brought you!"

As he spoke, Dracula took the lead in casting a stun spell, flew past Percy's ear, and hit the window at the back of the classroom.

With a "crash", the window glass immediately shattered into pieces.

"Your reactions are too slow!" Dracula said coldly, "If this is a duel of life and death, then you people have already died a thousand times!"

Percy gritted his teeth, pulled out his wand, and quickly cast a disarming spell, blasting it into Dracula's eyes.

"Expelliars!"

Dracula shook his head casually, and the red disarming curse passed him by, hitting the blackboard in front of the classroom.

"The reaction is not bad, but the judgment is not good." Dracula said, "The Disarming Curse, a functional spell used to seize weapons, has the same effect no matter where you hit it. So you should aim at the one that is easiest to hit." Cast on the chest."

At this moment, another red disarming curse flew over silently.

Dracula waved his wand casually and flew it to his side.

"You use the silent spell well, Miss Clearwater." He nodded approvingly, "and you know that when facing a strong enemy, you should use a sneak attack tactic, and you can defeat the enemy by taking advantage of its unpreparedness."

"But you overlooked one problem - you and Percy are both facing me. You said, can a frontal sneak attack be called a sneak attack?"

Before Dracula finished speaking, countless spells shot out from the hands of the little wizards in the classroom like a rain of arrows, leaving almost no room for Dracula to dodge.

However, Dracula didn't intend to dodge at all, and he didn't use his abnormal magic resistance to resist, nor did he use the powerful Iron Armor Curse to block it.

Faced with countless spells, Dracula strolled like a stroller, either dodging or picking up the laser beams, and at the same time, he did not forget to introduce the flaws of their spells to the students in the classroom , and put forward corresponding improvement suggestions.

"Hurry up, the frequency of the spell connection will be higher, and the accuracy rate will be improved!" Dracula kept urging, casting a punitive spell on those students who wanted to fish and be lazy from time to time.

Such high pressure made them have to use all their strength every second, squeeze their magic power and physical strength, and cast various types of spells uninterruptedly.

Ten minutes later, the sixth graders were all on the ground.

And Dracula didn't even cast an offensive spell once.

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