Professor The Vampire Earl of Hogwarts

"This is... spooky wood?" Ollivander looked at the plank that Dracula took out, with a surprised expression on his face, "This is one of the most suitable materials for necromancy and black magic in the records!"

Then he scratched his chin again, wondering, "But as far as I know, this kind of wood seems to have been extinct for many years..."

Ollivander stared at the hexagonal board in Dracula's hand, pondering the hexagonal shape that was just the size of a person, and gradually opened his eyes wide.

"Couldn't you have lifted someone else's coffin?!"

Dracula's face darkened.

"Stop talking nonsense, just say do it or not!"

"Do it, of course!" Ollivander said a little excitedly, "How could I miss such a rare material!"

"What kind of stick core do you want, dragon heart string or phoenix feather? Unicorn tail hair is fine, it's not suitable for you..."

When it came to the topic of wand-making, Ollivander immediately became chatty.

Dracula raised his hand, interrupting his chatter.

"I'm not interested in these three cores, are there any other options?"

"Speaking responsibly, after decades of testing, I have come to the conclusion that the three cores of unicorn tail hair, dragon heart string and phoenix feather are the most stable among all the cores!" Olifan De said confidently. "That's why I never use materials other than these three for cores!"

Hearing this, Dracula raised the corners of his mouth with interest.

"Is it okay to add money?" He asked.

"Sorry, I am a principled person, I think you have misunderstood the person." Ollivander was unmoved.

"Principles can be changed, can't they?"

Dracula said softly, while pinching the little finger of his right hand.

With a "click", the little finger of his right hand snapped and was pulled off.

A dark and cold flame flashed across, and only the long and slender white phalanx remained on this little finger, as shiny as jade...

Ollivander's eyes widened, and he watched Dracula's indifferent expression, like a bystander, and passed the finger bone indifferently.

And the little finger of his right hand grew back at an astonishing speed, and in the blink of an eye, it returned to its intact, pale and slender appearance.

"You...you are..." He looked at Dracula's deep wine red eyes and long silver hair, showing some understanding.

"Keep your mouth shut." Dracula's eyes were dangerous.

"No, no, I want to continue the previous sentence..." Ollivander immediately changed his words and said with a flattering smile, "I mean, you are really accurate!"

As he spoke, he enthusiastically took Dracula's coffin board and little finger bone.

"The wand made of spooky wood and the phalanx core of a powerful magical creature are really a perfect combination!" Ollivander praised, "Don't worry, the wand produced by Ollivander will never let you down!"

Just then, a tinkling bell rang.

That means a new customer has arrived at Ollivander's Wand Shop.

Seeing this, Ollivander immediately restrained the smile on his face, and once again showed an unpredictable expression.

Dracula looked curiously at the door of the shop, and saw two figures, one big and one small, hesitantly walking into the narrow space.

The difference in size between one big and one small is extremely exaggerated——

The small one is a boy, short and thin, giving people a feeling of stunting; while the big one is like two strong men stacked together, whether it is horizontal or vertical, entering such a A small shop almost squeezed Ollivander's door frame.

"Good afternoon," said Ollivander softly. "Yes, yes, I know I'll see you soon, Harry Potter, and that's no problem. Your eyes..."

"Hey, aren't you the kid who was surrounded by a group of people before?" Dracula looked curiously at the thin boy wearing round glasses, and interrupted Ollivander's just brewing emotions by the way.

"Don't you know me?" The boy was a little surprised.

"Should I know you?" Dracula asked amusedly.

Before the boy could speak, the super burly man next to him said in shock, "What? You don't know Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived?!"

His voice was so loud that it shook the wand boxes in Ollivander's wand shop, which were stacked almost to the ceiling.

Dracula glanced at the dust flying in the shop with disgust, his sleeves moved slightly, and a gust of wind blew the dust out of the shop.

Then he walked up to the boy and looked with interest at the lightning-shaped scar on his forehead that was more than half covered by his hair.

"So you are Harry Potter, the savior? You really can't tell from the outside." Dracula looked at the boy's thin body and torn clothes, marveling.

"If nothing else happens, I should be your Defense Against the Dark Arts professor after you enroll. You can call me Professor Dracula." The dedicated vampire professor immediately assumed the role of professor and said to the first student he met.

"At that time, we will have enough time to study how you defeated Voldemort."

Hearing Dracula's unabashedly addressing the name Voldemort, both the big man and Ollivander shuddered involuntarily.

The difference was little Harry, who looked up at the tall and handsome silver-haired man in front of him, and was even a little moved.

In just one day when he came to the wizarding world from the muggle world, he heard too many wizards mention "mysterious man" in front of him.

It's as if everyone knows that Harry defeated the "Mysterious Man", but they don't know the man's name, which is actually Voldemort.

At this time, the image of Dracula suddenly rose in little Harry's heart.

But at this time he still has a question.

"Professor, but when I was at the Leaky Cauldron just now, there was a Professor Quirrell who also said that he would be my Defense Against the Dark Arts professor." Harry asked, "Are there two professors in Defense Against the Dark Arts?"

Hearing this sentence, Dracula's face darkened.

"Oh? Someone pretended to be my position?" He sneered, and even the air in the shop became colder by a few degrees.

"This is an interesting job that no one can take away from me."

With that said, he waved to Ollivander and Harry, and walked straight to the Leaky Cauldron.

The three people in Ollivander's wand shop tremblingly watched Dracula leave, and they were not relieved until he was completely away.

"Where did Dumbledore find such a terrible professor..." Hagrid rubbed his big stiff face and muttered.

At this moment, Ollivander, who was relieved, picked up the words that he hadn't finished speaking before, and said to the savior boy inscrutablely:

"I know I'll see you soon, Harry Potter, that's no problem. Your eyes are like your mother's. It seems like yesterday that she came here to buy her first wand." ..."

But at this moment, Harry completely lost interest in his words, and his mind was full of longing for the future Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

"Compared to the stuttering Professor Quirrell wearing a strange turban, the powerful and handsome Professor Dracula is more reliable!" Harry thought.

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