Professor The Vampire Earl of Hogwarts

On a bright sunny day, there was a room in the Leaky Cauldron with thick curtains, blocking out all the light.

A letter with a Hogwarts postmark was torn in half and crumpled and scattered on the table by the window.

Quirinus Quirrell, whom Harry had just mentioned, was lying on the ground in pain, screaming, and a purple hood fell aside, revealing his bald head.

Where should have been the back of Quirrell's head, there was a very hideous and terrifying face.The color of the face was as white as chalk, and the red eyes shone with light, and below them were two nostrils that were long and thin like snakes.

At this moment, the hideous face on the back of Quirrell's head was roaring and cursing angrily:

"Damn Dumbledore, dare to turn back on me! And his newly recruited Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, dare to take my position, I will make his life worse than death!!"

This ferocious face is none other than Voldemort, who is feared in the wizarding world!

However, at this time, he is no longer independent and powerful as before, but extremely weak, and can only live in Quirrell's body in the state of a remnant soul.

When Quirrell received a letter from Dumbledore telling him that he had found a more suitable professor for the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Voldemort, who was parasitic behind his head, was about to explode.

Voldemort wanted to be a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor decades ago.

After being rejected twice in a row, he even put a curse on the position, making it impossible for anyone to work in this position for more than a year.

Moreover, this position is not only related to his obsession, but also an extremely important part of his plan to steal the Philosopher's Stone.If Quirrell loses this position, his plans and foreshadowing will be in vain.

"It's all you trash, you didn't get the Philosopher's Stone from Gringotts, otherwise why would we be so passive!"

Voldemort's parasitic power in Quirrell's body was boiling wildly, making Quirrell desperate for life.

"Master, we can find him and kill him!" He yelled in pain, "I will definitely handle this matter well, and I won't let you down again!"

At this moment, there was a sudden "dong dong dong" knock on the door.

The voice in the room fell silent for a moment.

Quirrell breathed a sigh of relief, fumbled around and picked up his wand, waved it lightly, and lifted the spell for sound insulation.

Then he made a cowardly expression, and said to the door: "No... Didn't you say, don't... don't come... to bother me?"

There was a pause in the knocking.

However, Voldemort's ferocious face suddenly changed color, and he whispered quickly to Quirrell:

"Put on the turban quickly, he has cracked the defensive magic at the door!"

As soon as Quirrell's face changed, he immediately waved his wand in a panic, and wrapped the turban that fell on the ground around his head.

"boom!"

The next moment, the door of the Leaky Cauldron's room was pushed open and slammed heavily on the wall.

A tall man with silver hair and burgundy eyes walked in, sizing up the wizard wearing a big turban with malicious intent.

"I heard that the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts lives in this room, so I came here to pay a special visit..." Dracula frowned before he finished speaking, "Where is it so important?" Garlic smell?"

As he said that, he waved his hand involuntarily, and opened the tightly closed curtains and windows, and then a strong wind blew.

Quirrell subconsciously covered his turban, for fear that it would be blown away by the wind.

"You... what are you doing here?" He stammered, "This is... private property, you can't... you can't do this."

Dracula ignored his thoughts, and only waited until the smell of garlic had largely dissipated before turning to look at the strange hooded man.

"Are you Quirinus Quirrell, the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts?" he asked.

"Yes... yes, you are...?" Quirrell said tremblingly.

Looking at the timid wizard in front of him, Dracula's face darkened, and he said with a sneer:

"What a coincidence, I'm also the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts!"

Quirrell's eyes widened suddenly.

He didn't expect that just now, when he was going to find the person who robbed him of his position, and then kill him, this person came to him by himself!

"So you're the bastard who took my place!" Quirrell suddenly stopped stammering and trembling, but instead spoke bitterly, as if he wanted to vent all the pain Voldemort had brought him on the man in front of him.

"I really didn't expect you to throw yourself into a trap."

Slowly he raised his wand.

However, at this moment, Voldemort's serious and flustered warning suddenly sounded in Quirrell's mind:

"Don't do it! Run! Run!!"

Quirrell had never heard such an anxious tone from Voldemort, and he was suddenly frightened into a cold sweat.

He made a quick decision, turned his body suddenly, and was about to Apparate out of here.

On the other side, Dracula crossed his arms, ready to see what surprises this Professor Quirrell, who wanted to steal his own fun, could bring.

When he saw the standard apparition preparations, he was taken aback for a moment, then shook his head amusedly, and raised his hands to shake.

Following Dracula's movement, Quirrell, whose body had already been half-stuck into the apparition space, was dragged back into the room of the Leaky Cauldron and smashed on the table in front of the window.

With a "click", the table broke in two.

Quirrell screamed, clutching his back in pain.

Dracula took two steps forward, came to Quirrell, and looked down at him.

"What do you mean, I took your place?" He asked with a chuckle.

Quirrell did not answer Dracula's question.

His expression changed from flustered to dull, and then a sinister feeling emerged from his eyes.

"What a waste!"

'Quirrell,' said coldly.

The next moment, a burst of black mist burst out of Qilo's body, wrapping it tightly.

Dracula frowned slightly, and raised his hand again.

However, this time, Quirrell seemed to have completely turned into a cloud of mist, which was untouchable and untouchable, which made him catch nothing.

When Dracula was puzzled, the black mist escaped from every gap in the bar room and disappeared quietly.

Dracula frowned, and witnessed the whole process of Quirrell's figure disappearing.

"interesting."

He slowly raised the corners of his mouth, and his frowning eyebrows also relaxed.

"In that case, let me see what secret you are hiding."

Dracula snapped his fingers casually, and without seeing him chanting any spells, the room structure of the Leaky Cauldron quickly returned to the way it was when he first came.

Then he glanced at the bright sunlight outside the window, pouted secretly, and walked out of the room through the main door.

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