Professor The Vampire Earl of Hogwarts

Seeing the person coming, the Weasley twins trembled all over.

"Professor McGonagall, why are you here?" They said with a smile.

While talking, the two of them put one hand behind their backs, tacitly let Fred take away the coins, and George took away the roulette.

"I came here to tell Wood something, I didn't expect to see you cheating and betting here!" Professor McGonagall's lips were drawn into a line, "I originally wanted you to help Wood train the new Join the Quidditch team. Now it seems that you won't have a long memory until you are locked up enough!"

"And you, Wood! If you don't hurry up to train Potter's Quidditch skills, how can you bet with these two troublemakers?!"

Wood's originally tall figure seemed to shrink back instantly, and said weakly: "I'm sorry, Professor McGonagall, I was wrong."

At the same time, he secretly reached out his hand and slapped the Weasley twins next to him, and whispered, "You two have hurt me!"

However, the two Weasleys didn't care about his slap at all at this time, and all their attention was on what Professor McGonagall had just said.

"Potter? Harry Potter is going to join our Quidditch team!" Fred and George looked at each other and exclaimed.

Wood rushed up to cover the mouths of the two, and said to them in a low voice: "Be quiet, Potter is our secret weapon, don't let other colleges know!"

The twins nodded hastily.

After Wood took his hand away, the two of them patted their chests and assured Professor McGonagall.

"Professor McGonagall, we will never do it again!" Fred said confidently, "But the Quidditch team cannot do without us, we are the best batters!"

"That's right, our Transylvania fake moves are the same as the real thing, the kind that won't be called a foul if you hit a Slytherin in the face!" When it came to George, we started to digress.

Professor McGonagall looked helplessly at these two creatures, so he nodded and said with a straight face, "This is not an example!"

The Weasley twins hastily agreed.

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After agreeing to Professor McGonagall's Weasley twins, they immediately ran to the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office.

"You mean, you want to bet with me?" Dracula half-lyed on the big soft sofa in the office, and asked with great interest, "As far as I know, your dean doesn't like to see you do this kind of thing the most." Something happened."

"It's not important!" George waved his hand. "As long as the confidentiality work is done well in this kind of thing, Professor McGonagall will never find out that we are betting."

Fred next to him also nodded, and said with a smile: "Don't worry about this question, as long as you don't talk about it, the professor, and we don't talk about it, how can anyone else know?"

"Professor, think about it, in fact, you are not at a loss."

"We both bet the Gryffindor Quidditch team to win. If we win, you give us twenty Galleons, which just offsets the previous one, and you have nothing to lose; if we lose, you Even earning twenty Galleons in blood!"

"That's it, and even if you lose, it can also be of great significance in motivating the students to win." George and Fred said in harmony, "We heard from the idiot brother Ron that you are the most admired by Harry." Professor. If Harry knows that you are paying attention to this game, it will definitely gain more motivation!"

"Yes, yes, it is not a loss at all to spend a little money to help your dear students gain the motivation to win!"

Dracula was amused by the pair of live treasures watching the two people's very lively and interesting performances.

"Okay, I promise to make a bet with you." He laughed dumbfounded, "Even if you pay twenty Galleons to buy you to perform here, it's not a bad loss."

Fred and George were overjoyed.

"Professor, you are my God!"

"Professor, if you still need a performance, you can call us anytime!"

Dracula waved his hands with a smile, telling the two to go back to the dormitory to rest.

The twins looked excited and made a comical bow as they walked to the door.

Fred, who was walking behind, grabbed the doorknob of the office, and as he was about to close the door, he seemed to think of something, and put his face in through the crack of the door again,

"Professor, you must come to our Quidditch match then!"

Seeing Dracula nodding, Fred closed the door happily, and the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office finally became quiet.

Dracula was half lying on the sofa, the cheerful smile on his face didn't fade for a long time.

"Well, doesn't being around young people make even you more energetic?"

On the desk not far away, the figure of Nicole Flamel appeared on the bronze mirror carved with phoenix relief, and smiled at Dracula.

Dracula nodded slightly and sighed:

"Yeah, it's nice to be young."

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After class in the afternoon, Dracula left Quirrell with the task of writing lesson plans and correcting homework, and then left Quirrell's simple office with a look of disgust covering his mouth and nose.

Compared with Professor Dracula, who has many admirers and is passed on by students as a god, Mr. Quirrell, the teaching assistant of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, is much miserable.

Regarding the smell of perfume on Quirrell's body, one of the sayings most recognized by the students is that, as Harry said, men with kidney deficiency need to rely on such external things to find self-confidence!

As an adult male wizard, Quirrell's eyes often twitch and his face is always pale.There is a big difference between his paleness and Dracula's pale complexion. Quirrell's complexion is sick at first glance, while Dracula's paleness has a strange beauty.

In addition, Quirrell is always very anxious, often trembles, stutters, and wears a strange purple hood.As we all know, the color purple has a special connotation in Britain at the end of the twentieth century...

These kinds of wonderful characteristics made Qi Luo a recognized image of a man with kidney deficiency in the hearts of everyone.Everyone felt disgusted with pity for him, stayed away from him, and at the same time couldn't help but find him funny, and couldn't help but want to see his jokes.

At this very moment, the whole Hogwarts joke is respectfully sending Dracula out of the office.

Afterwards, Quirrell carefully looked outside the door, and after making sure that Dracula was far away, he placed a lot of defensive spells on the door of the office, and then slowly sat down between the two mirrors, and took off his purple turban .

With the reflection of the light from the two mirrors, Quirrell tremblingly looked at the hideous face at the back of his head.

"Master...Master, I have become the laughing stock of Hogwarts now, no one should notice our actions anymore, right?"

Quirrell said to Voldemort tremblingly.

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