Professor The Vampire Earl of Hogwarts

Some of the sixth years at Hogwarts regret it now, very much.

They hadn't studied hard enough and had failed Defense Against the Dark Arts at their Ordinary Wizarding Grades.Theoretically speaking, these students who fail the subject cannot participate in the improvement class of the sixth grade.

But when Professor McGonagall asked Dracula what level of improvement class he was going to accept, Dracula directly gave a "T (very poor)" grade to participate in the Defense Against the Dark Arts improvement class. Conditions that are too loose to be outrageous.

Those students who did not do well in all subjects, and there were not many advanced courses available for registration, were worrying.If they take too few certificates, the future employment situation will be extremely severe.

There are not many jobs in the magic world. If they can't even get a test certificate during school, maybe they can only go home to farm... No, most of their herbal studies are also failing. I'm afraid I can't even plant the land well when I go home!

After learning that Professor Dracula will accept students with "P" grades, those scumbags were immediately happy.Being able to join the improvement class means that they have the opportunity to continue to be exposed to Defense Against the Dark Arts. In this way, there is a greater chance of passing the make-up exam in the second year.

Therefore, the dregs of the students ticked off the subject "Defense Against the Dark Arts" on the registration form for the advanced class one after another, and then happily handed it over to their respective principals.

However, they regretted it after only taking the first Defense Against the Dark Arts class in sixth grade——

Where is Professor Dracula's Defense Against the Dark Arts class?This is clearly a life-threatening thing!

Forcing the students in the classroom to use magic spells uninterruptedly, punishing those who dare to be lazy with those spells that do little harm but can make people extremely painful, until everyone is tired and paralyzed on the ground, unable to move anymore Only with one finger did he stop his hand...

This kind of professor is not what the devil is!

"I won't give you homework today, go back and reflect on how to improve your spellcasting level!"

As the only one who could "stand" in the classroom, Dracula stood out from the crowd and said to a large group of students on the ground.

After explaining today's homework, he waved his hand as if cleaning up the trash, and moved the students who were paralyzed on the ground to both sides of the classroom, and neatly placed the pushed away desks and chairs in the middle of the classroom.

Dracula glanced at the neat classroom and the messy group of students lying on the ground, nodded happily, and then returned to his office from the steps in front of the classroom.

Twenty minutes later, the students who came to the Defense Against the Dark Arts class in the next class saw this scene——

Both sides of the classroom were crowded with students from various colleges. They were sweating profusely, their wizard robes were soaked, their faces were pale and they were dressed roughly, and no one had the strength to move their bodies to leave the classroom...

"What... what happened here?"

Cedric, who came to class, stopped at the door of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom in a daze, not daring to step into the classroom door for a long time.

Fred and George poked their heads out from Cedric's left and right shoulders, saw the scene in the classroom, and then gasped.

"Hiss..." Their expressions were greatly shocked, "Could this be some kind of large-scale murder scene? Hmm... This really looks like something that Professor Dracula can do!"

At this moment, the two of them inadvertently caught a glimpse of a red-haired wizard who was pushed to the corner of the classroom wall and was crushed by several boys.

"Hey, Fred, look who that is!" George patted Fred on the back in surprise.

"Oh, Percy! It's so rare, I haven't seen Percy in such a mess for a long time!" Fred's expression also became extremely surprised in an instant, and he waved happily at Percy.

Seeing the surprised expressions of the two younger brothers, Percy felt a little embarrassed.But he really didn't have the extra strength to break free from the suppression of a group of strong men, so he turned his head silently, facing the wall and began to close himself.

"Is it time for class?"

Suddenly, a voice sounded from the front of the classroom, interrupting the nervous thoughts of the students at the door.

The little wizards in the fourth grade looked up from the door and saw that Professor Dracula had come down from the office at some point, and now he was standing on the podium, looking at them with interest.

"It's already class, why don't you come in?" Dracula asked, "Are you worried that these senior students will affect your class?"

While talking, he casually raised his hand, like dumpling into a pot, and threw the sixth graders who were paralyzed on the ground through the window to the corridor outside the second floor.

Given the size of the window, he could only throw five or six sixth-graders at a time, and it took him several times to throw them all outside.

After Percy Weiss, who was squeezed into the corner, was thrown out, the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom regained its spacious and bright appearance.

"Okay, can you come in now?" Dracula asked with a chuckle, looking at the little wizards outside the door.

The trembling fourth-grade little wizards filed into the classroom, sat on their seats, tremblingly looking at Dracula on the podium, wondering what kind of hell would be waiting for them next!

"You seem to be very interested in what happened in the class just now?" Dracula's gaze slowly scanned around, and then he raised the corners of his mouth and asked with a half-smile.

The little wizards swept by Dracula's gaze were all trembling, lowered their heads and dared not speak.

At this time, they only hope that a real warrior can stand up and tell Professor Dracula loudly that they are not interested in the content of the previous class, and please do not let them become the same as those sixth grade students. look!

So the real warrior stood up——

"Professor, we are not interested in the content of the last class!"

The little wizard in the classroom, who lowered his head like an ostrich, was overjoyed, and quietly raised his head with eyes full of admiration, wanting to see who has the courage to confront Professor Dracula's power and oppression head-on!

Then they saw two heads of hair as red as flames...

Immediately, the little wizards felt a "thump" in their hearts, subconsciously feeling something was wrong.

And the Wesley twins didn't disappoint them either. "That's right, Professor, we're not interested in the class, we're just more interested in your method of making Percy tired." Fred said with a smile.

"That's right, Professor, we must make fun of Percy about this when we go back!" George said.

The little wizards sitting in their seats kept winking at the two standing up, staring at them with angry eyes.However, the twins were so immersed in the joy of laughing at Percy that they didn't realize what they were doing at all, nor did they see the "kind" reminders from their classmates.

"Very good." Dracula looked at the two with a half-smile, and said slowly, "In this case, I can let you experience for yourself how Percy Wesley is, as you say, 'tired as a dog' of."

The desks and chairs of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom were moved to the two sides of the classroom again...

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The next day, Dracula's notoriety spread throughout the Hogwarts castle.

The reason why it spread on the second day instead of becoming widely known that night was not because the impact of this incident was not large enough, but because the students who had experienced the first day of Defense Against the Dark Arts were exhausted and paralyzed , There was no time to tell others about their tragic experience, so they fell into a deep sleep.

It wasn't until the next day that these students regained a little bit of energy that they remembered to tell the students who hadn't attended the Defense Against the Dark Arts class the content of the class, wishing them to take care, and hoping that their people are okay...

The young wizards at Hogwarts agreed that Professor Dracula was restrained when he first came last year—it was just letting students in a classroom cast a spell on him at the same time. What does this look like now?It's a piece of cake!

In the eyes of the little wizards, in order to let everyone experience what it means to be "tired as a dog", the insane Professor Dracula even did not hesitate to release the improvement class of Defense Against the Dark Arts to the lowest "T" level, We are blatantly unwilling to miss any student!

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On the eighth floor of the main tower, the Hogwarts headmaster's office.

"Professor Dracula, many professors have come to me recently to ask for your opinion." Sitting behind the desk, Dumbledore helplessly looked at Dracula who was skillfully lying on the sofa opposite, " They all said that after your class, the students don't have the energy to listen to them."

"What does it have to do with me?" Dracula said nonchalantly, "During the general wizard level exam last semester, Defense Against the Dark Arts had almost the highest failure rate, which made me very embarrassed and very upset."

"So in the future, in my class, all practical exercises must be strengthened, so that those little wizards who think about having fun all day long will give me a long memory!"

At the end, Dracula's voice turned cold unconsciously, and even the temperature in the principal's office dropped by more than ten degrees in just a moment.

The weather that seemed a bit hot in late summer and early autumn suddenly seemed to have entered winter!

The Phoenix Fox, who was grooming its feathers leisurely, suddenly blew its hair, and the feathers that had been combed for a long time were directly combed in vain.

Dumbledore waved his wand helplessly, restoring the temperature in the principal's office to its original state, and then stretched out a hand to smooth the golden-red feather that had just exploded for Fawkes.

"Professor Dracula, I didn't mean to say that your teaching method is bad." Dumbledore said in a deliberative tone after considering his words, "I know what you think, and it will indeed be very important to improve students' grades through actual combat exercises. efficient."

"As far as I know, increasing the intensity of actual combat can not only improve the students' Defense Against the Dark Arts level, but also improve their adaptability, combat quality, and other subjects, such as Transfiguration and Charms."

"What's more, you and I both know that Voldemort has returned, and he may regain his full power at any time to make a comeback. At that time, the students of Hogwarts will have a higher actual combat ability, and they will have more possibility of survival.”

Dumbledore looked solemn, and gave a series of affirmations to Dracula's teaching methods.

"Since Mr. Principal approves of my teaching method so much, why did you call me here?" Dracula gave him a surprised look and asked casually.

"What I mean is that although this kind of actual combat practice does have great benefits, it is not without its drawbacks." Dumbledore said, "This kind of teaching method that drains the students' physical strength will inevitably make them put all their All the energy is devoted to Defense Against the Dark Arts, thus ignoring the study of other subjects."

"In this way, basic subjects such as Transfiguration and Charms will be gradually neglected or even forgotten by them. But Defense Against the Dark Arts is not just a separate course for learning to deal with dark creatures and dark wizards. In fact, it It's more like a defense subject that relies on various basic magic subjects."

"Therefore, I suggest that for the overall development of young wizards, try not to delay their other courses."

Dumbledore looked deeply into Dracula's eyes and analyzed him carefully.

"You really deserve to be the headmaster, Dumbledore." Dracula sat up from the sofa, chuckled and shook his head, "Your words are indeed reasonable, and I am speechless."

"I dare not, I just have some superficial teaching experience." Dumbledore smiled and stroked his long white beard.

"Okay, then tell me, is there any teaching method that can take into account practical exercises and other subjects?" Dracula asked.

"Professor Dracula, we can actually think about the problem from another angle." Dumbledore blinked at him, "Since practicing actual combat in class will cause students to get tired and delay their next class, then we Why not find a time for practical practice when there are no other courses?"

"You mean...adding lessons during the rest time of the students?" Dracula raised his eyebrows.

"Don't say that, Professor Dracula, it doesn't sound very good to say extra classes!" Dumbledore said with a smile, "We can change it - for example, hold a dueling club!"

"Wizard duels can be said to be a traditional event in the magic world for thousands of years. It is regarded as the most honorable duel among wizards. No little wizard can resist the temptation to fight openly. Believe me, they will definitely come to this event From the Dueling Club."

"Professor Dracula, what do you think of my idea?"

Looking at the smiling Dumbledore, the corners of Dracula's mouth twitched.

"...you know little wizards, Mr. Principal." He affirmed Dumbledore's plan, "but... there are still some little wizards who haven't experienced the feeling of being 'tired as a dog' in class, I need to make them feel, too. You can't favor one over the other, right?"

"Then wait until next Monday, the Dueling Club will officially open after dinner next Monday!"

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