Professor The Vampire Earl of Hogwarts

Unlike Halloween dinners, the richest Christmas parties begin at noon.

Harry and Ron walked into the Great Hall, staring in shock at the spectacle of the Christmas feast—

On the table were a hundred fat roast turkeys, hills of roast meat and boiled potatoes, platters of delicious little sausages, bowls of buttered peas, plates of thick, thick meat. Marinated and Lingonberry Sauce…

Every few steps along the dining table, there are piles of wizard color packs and firecrackers placed beside the table.

Fred and George were playing jackpots, and with a bang, a cannon blast, a cloud of blue smoke engulfed the twins.The two laughed happily and had a great time.

Harry and Ron could vaguely hear that one of the twins was talking about their great ideal in the future, which was to make a firework that could engulf the entire Hogwarts Castle.

Looking past the blue smoke Fred and George had created, Harry looked up at the professor's chair, where Dumbledore had transformed his pointy wizard's hat into a flower-decorated millinery, Professor Flitwick had just told him a joke, and he was laughing happily.

Dracula, on the other hand, was shaking the wine glass in his hand, looking in the direction of Harry and Ron with a malicious expression on his face.

"Ron, why do I feel that Professor Dracula looks at us strangely?" Harry was a little flustered by Dracula's look, and whispered to Ron who was eating chicken legs next to him.

Before swallowing the chicken leg in Ron's mouth, he muttered, "It's okay, it must be a gift from us. Professor, he likes it so much, he wants to come over and thank us."

After hearing Ron's words, Harry turned his head to look at Dracula suspiciously again, only to find that he had looked away.

"Maybe you're right." Harry nodded, grabbing a chicken leg as well.

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"Professor Dracula, why aren't you wearing a Santa hat?"

On the professor's seat in front of the auditorium, Dumbledore, wearing a bonnet decorated with flowers, looked at Dracula with a smile.

Professor McGonagall nodded in agreement, her top black top hat swaying slightly as she moved.

"No, I'm not interested in Christmas." Dracula shrugged, focusing on the bowl of bright red pudding in front of him.

"Come on, Professor Dracula, it's always better to be more in line with the Christmas atmosphere!" Professor Flitwick stood on a tall chair and helped Dracula choose one with a paper hat hidden inside. Colorful firecrackers.

As Professor Flitwick waved his wand, the colorful flowers in front of the professor's seat bloomed into thick pink smoke—a pink paper hat with small white hearts painted on it emerged from the smoke.

"Oh, what a vibrant color scheme." Professor Flitwick seemed a little surprised by his luck, and looked at Dracula, "Do you have any idea of ​​wearing this hat as a Christmas hat?"

Looking at the pink paper hat, Dracula waved his hands in disgust.

"No need, I thought about it carefully, and I feel that I can actually have a hat."

Then, Dracula reached out to the door of the auditorium——

"Fly (Accio)!"

Not a moment later, a brown leather peaked hat that looked brand new flew in from the door of the auditorium and landed directly in Dracula's hands.

Seeing this hat, Dumbledore was slightly taken aback, and then showed a helpless expression.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh don't let me know who it is, flying from the eighth floor to the first floor, I will suffer from acrophobia!" The brand-new brown peaked hat complained loudly, claiming that he must report to the principal that the person who used the flying machine casually The wizard who came to call it here.

Then, it saw Dracula looking at it with a half-smile.

"Ahem, Lord Earl, it's you!" the Sorting Hat said awkwardly, "What did I just say? Oh yes, I mean the lord who called me from the eighth floor of the castle to the first floor, The level of spellcasting is really high, I must report the truth to the principal, so that the principal can give him valuable attention!"

"You react quite quickly." Dracula said playfully.

"Of course, I am a magic hat that combines the will of the four founders and has my own thinking!" The body of the Sorting Hat tilted back, as if proudly raising its head.

Hearing the sound of the Sorting Hat, other professors looked over one after another.

"This is the sorting hat?!" Professor Flitwick's eyes widened in shock, beside Dracula, "Merlin's beard, how did it become so clean, I can't recognize it at all!"

"Is this hat reincarnated? There is not even a patch?" Professor Kettleburn walked over with a cane and stepped on his wooden legs, looking curiously at the brand new sorting hat.

"..."

Hearing the shocked words of the professors, the body of the Sorting Hat drooped again.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo up

"Be quiet, hat." Dracula grabbed the tip of the sorting hat and pulled it up, "Christmas is here, but I didn't buy a Christmas hat, so I had to replace it with you."

"Wait, I'm a magic hat, how can you compare me with those ordinary Christmas hats?! And you can obviously make one yourself..." At this moment, the Sorting Hat saw Dracula's finger The cold flames jumping on the sky.

He changed his words: "...But of course what I conjured up is not professional enough. It is my honor to be treated as a Christmas hat by you!"

Dracula then withdrew the flame on his finger, put the sorting hat on his head, and blended into the Christmas atmosphere.

At this moment, the Sorting Hat began to mutter,

"Well, it's hard, very hard. I think there's enough—"

"...What are you mumbling about?" Dracula asked with a frown, interrupting the Sorting Hat's remarks.

"Um..." The sorting hat realized that this was not the scene of the sorting, but a Christmas banquet, "I'm sorry, Lord Earl. Occupational diseases, occupational diseases..."

When the issue of occupational diseases was mentioned, Dracula suddenly became interested in what the Sorting Hat wanted to say.

"When you had an occupational disease just now, which college you want to assign me to, just read it to me." He said to the sorting hat, "I want to see which founder I am most similar to in thinking .”

"This...isn't that good." The Sorting Hat said awkwardly.

"It's okay, just talk, you can say whatever you want." Dracula comforted.

"OK then."

The Sorting Hat took a deep breath, brewed the emotions deep in the brim of the hat, and then shouted loudly——

"Azkaban!"

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