Professor The Vampire Earl of Hogwarts

Quirrell closed his eyes tightly, grabbed the corner of the purple hood with a deadpan, resolute expression, and yanked——

The entire turban was taken off, and it was thrown on the ground with a swish.

Quirrell's bare head was exposed, looking strangely small and bald, without a single hair.

Dracula looked at his egg-like bald head, frowned in disgust, and ordered:

"Don't play tricks, turn around."

Quirrell turned around slowly, showing the back of his head in front of many professors.

The professors were all stunned.

Professor Sprout covered her eyes with a swish, and a clear red mark was made on the lower part of her forehead by this swift covering of her face; Snape's mouth and eyes convulsed at the same time, and the The facial features were completely twisted together; Professor Flitwick was eating, and when he saw the back of Quirrell's head, he vomited it out...

Dracula was the most direct. He slapped Quirrell's head out of thin air when he raised his hand disgustingly.Quirrell was whipped and spun around a few times, and then fell heavily on the ground, smashing a big hole in the professor's lounge, just embedding the back of his head in the floor.

It turned out that just behind Quirrell's head, there were three extremely hideous scars, two on the top and one on the bottom, which together looked like an ugly and gloomy face!

This ugly face disgusted the professors so badly that they didn't even want to eat for several days.

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Although he is unwilling to believe it psychologically, Professor McGonagall, as the impartial Hogwarts vice-principal, has to admit that no matter how ugly Quirrell's scar is, there is really nothing under the hood.

Now the villains are the professors.

They are like a group of vicious villains, cornering the weak Quirrell and peeling off his last fig leaf...

"Are you... satisfied now?" Poor Quirrell sobbed and complained with his head stuck on the ground, "I... I have been using my scarf to cover... to cover these ugly scars, just because... I am afraid that you still have The students despise me. If... if laughing at me can make you happy, then I... I will admit it too..."

After listening to Quirrell's pitiful speech, the two middle-aged and elderly women, Professor McGonagall and Professor Sprout, were directly moved.

Professor Sprout said sadly: "Oh, poor Assistant Professor Quirrell, it's our fault that opened your wound."

"Don't worry, Quirinus, Hogwarts will never wrong a good person!" Professor McGonagall also comforted him.

After a thousand thanks, Quirrell carefully pulled his head out from between the floor tiles, and then limped out of the professor's lounge, clutching the back of his head.

After Quirrell left, Snape looked at Professor McGonagall and Professor Sprout with an unfriendly expression.

"Two deans, because of your kindness, our last clue has been ruined." He said every word, as if every word was squeezed out of his teeth.

"Oh, don't say that, Severus." Seeing the unkind expressions on the faces of the two ladies, Professor Flitwick hurriedly stood on the table, trying to block the sight from both sides with his toes, "Minerva and Pomona just don't want to be wronged." He's just a good guy. I think the assistant coach Quirrell is quite pitiful, why don't you observe and observe?"

"The kindness of a woman." Snape snorted coldly.

Then he flicked his long cloak, and walked out of the professor's lounge like a big bat with an unrecognizable pace.

"Severus is so impolite." Professor McGonagall was so enraged that he almost chased after him, letting him experience what it means for a woman to hold up half the sky!

The good-tempered Professor Sprout quickly grabbed Professor McGonagall's arm, "Minerva, forget it, it won't happen. You also know that Severus has always been like this..."

Because of this unpleasant episode, a group of professors broke up.

And Dracula was left for last.

He walked slowly to the pothole on the ground, looked at the purple scarf that Quirrell had forgotten to take away, and fell into deep thought.

There was still a small amount of low-quality perfume smelling from this turban, but it was already very faint, which meant that a vampire with such a sensitive sense of smell could easily detect it.

Dracula hadn't noticed it before, and it didn't happen until now that he didn't seem to have smelled the strong perfume on Quirrell's body for a while.This may also be the reason why the professors did not dislike Quirrell too much today.

If Quirrell still comes to the professor's lounge with the same smell as before, let alone whether Professor McGonagall and Professor Sprout will pity him, I am afraid that the two ladies will take the lead and put Quirrell This walking bioweapon shoved him back to his own office!

Dracula recalled all the abnormal behaviors of Quirrell, and gradually concluded a vague truth.

From the first time he met Quirrell, Quirrell has been using all kinds of strong smells to cover up another smell on his body.

At first it was the smell of garlic, which Dracula hated so much that he ordered Quirrell to get rid of it.

Later, Quirrell changed into the smell of smelly socks and toilets that hadn't been washed for hundreds of years on the troll.The smell of the troll can make people with a normal sense of smell vomit, but Quirrell can carry this smell all day normally, and he is indeed a warrior in this regard.

In the end, Quirrell got rid of the troll's stench as well, leaving only the heavy smell of bad perfume.

Because the smell of perfume was slightly normal, Hogwarts did not say that the professor could not wear perfume, so he was confused by Quirrell, which lasted for more than half a semester.

As Christmas approached, the professors were too busy, and no one cared about the man who sprayed perfume every day.

Dracula continued to recall,

It seemed that just before Harry's first Quidditch match, Quirrell's perfume began to wear off.

Thinking of this, Dracula took out the Hogwarts title deed from his pocket, and looked at a small room that was surrounded by layers of protective spells and could not be monitored by the title deed.

That's Quirrell's office.

"interesting."

The corner of Dracula's mouth hooked slightly, and he stepped up and disappeared in place.

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In Quirrell's office, the bald man kneeled respectfully, holding a diary in both hands and placing it on the table in front of him.

"I have finally cleared myself of my suspicions, Master!" He said tremblingly and excitedly, "Master, don't worry, I will definitely help you get the Philosopher's Stone!"

A misty black-haired boy quietly emerged above the diary.

He nodded slowly at Quirrell, and a dark smile appeared on his face.

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