Professor The Vampire Earl of Hogwarts

"Damn! Dracula knows everything, he's just playing me all the time!"

In Quirrell's cramped teaching assistant's office, the young version of Voldemort, who looked more solid than before, had a grim face, and his handsome appearance looked extremely distorted.

"You trash, haven't you found a way to deal with that beast until now?!" He glared at Quirrell viciously, and smashed the thick stack of homework he had just received in his face, "What do you do except collect What else do you do with homework and lesson plans? I let you sneak into Hogwarts to let you steal the Philosopher's Stone, not to find a hard-working teaching assistant for Dracula!"

Quirrell knelt on the ground, trembling all over, allowing the homework to be scattered all over the ground, not daring to make any movement or rebuttal.

"Oh, I should have let you die in the hands of Dracula back in the Leaky Cauldron." Voldemort's voice was cold, "I spent a lot of souls saving you from Dracula's control. The original energy, after getting the Horcrux Diary, can be regarded as making up for part of the consumption."

"However, in order to cover your identity, the curses and curses used on the Quidditch pitch finally consumed most of my original energy!"

"The blood of the unicorn sacrificed some time ago does have some effect, but I am still far from recovering, and it is impossible to use this power again because of a trivial matter. In this case, you can't even deal with a beast, can it? Do I have to do it myself every time? Then what's the use of you!"

"I'm sorry...Master." Quirrell said tremblingly, "I...I've actually figured out a way. As long as the Romanian smuggler I contacted brings over the fire dragon eggs, I can bet with Hagrid on the dragon eggs. , to set out his method of dealing with the three-headed dog..."

"That's too obvious, idiot!" roared Voldemort. "That big fool Hagrid wants to raise a dragon, and someone just lost the bet to him, and the dragon egg was kindly delivered to him." A ten-year-old child can see that there is a problem here!"

"Don't you understand? Both Dracula and Dumbledore are just fishing for big fish! They may expose our purpose at any time, as long as we show the slightest sign of wanting to do something, An unbreakable net will be drawn over our heads in no time!"

"Then... don't we have any other options?" Quirrell raised his head, showing an extremely pale face, his eyes full of despair, "How could it be possible that they didn't notice even a single sign of action under our disadvantage? "

Voldemort's complexion also became extremely ugly, and he couldn't think of any feasible solution at this time.

It seems that the only way for him to defeat the three-headed dog in the first level without showing any signs is now.

However, the soul source, which is not much left, is what he uses to save his life, and it is the last insurance for him to make a comeback. It is really not worth the candle to deal with a beast.

What's more, behind the three-headed dog, there are many levels arranged by other professors. Who knows if there will be more dangers waiting for him?

So I can only give up this magic stone that is close at hand?Voldemort raised his head slightly, his gaze seemed to have crossed the ceiling, and he saw the restricted area on the fourth floor...

At this moment, the diary on the desk was automatically opened without wind.

A line of beautiful handwriting appeared out of thin air on the blank page——

"I have a way."

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At Hogwarts, it wasn't just Quirrell and Voldemort who were upset.

Snape was also upset because the Quidditch match between Gryffindor and Hufflepuff was about to start, and he was worried that Quirrell, who was controlled by the Dark Lord, would do something against Lily's children again.

So he squeezed Ms. Hooch down by all means and became the Quidditch referee of the game.

After becoming a referee, he can concentrate on staring at Harry and remove the curse in time; he can also easily scan the entire Quidditch pitch to find the person who cursed Harry.

Of course, it would be even better if we could cause some trouble for the Gryffindor team and let the currently leading team lose to Hufflepuff. If this continues, maybe Slytherin still has a chance to win the championship !

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Harry, Ron, and Hermione were also distraught because they feared that Harry would experience another hex-hexed event.

Harry was lucky last time and was saved by the big bat transformed by Professor Dracula.This time, however, Hermione and Ron agreed that the one who had hexed Harry would resort to a more vicious and powerful curse, throwing him to the ground before the professors could react.

"I have to take part in the competition," Harry said to Ron and Hermione with firm eyes. "If I quit, the Slytherins will think I'm too scared to face a little difficulty. I'd rather see The kind of scene where their smug smiles come off their faces after we win."

"As long as we don't lift you off the field." Hermione was a little sad, but then her eyes suddenly lit up, "By the way, Professor Snape is the referee this time, he will definitely protect you Yes! He tried his best to save you in the audience last time, and he must be no exception this time as a referee!"

Harry froze for a moment, thinking of Snape's expression of extreme disgust when he usually looked at his face, he couldn't help feeling extremely unreal.The point is that Snape's last act of reciting the counter-curse for him really happened, and he couldn't refute it at all.

"I just hope he won't keep taking points from Gryffindor like he usually does when he's a referee, and I'll be thankful." After all, he couldn't bear to say good things about Snape, and said stiffly.

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In the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office, seeing the two red-haired twins with cheeky smiles, even Dracula became a little upset.

"What the hell are you two trying to get out of here?" He looked at the Weasley brothers in red Quidditch uniforms and asked helplessly.

"Professor, today is an important battle between Gryffindor and Slytherin. If we win this game, our Gryffindor will basically win the Quidditch Cup!" George said, "But now there is a problem ——Harry's old enemy Snape is the referee of this match, and according to the usual practice, he will definitely favor Slytherin House."

"So we need to find a more powerful professor to suppress Snape. In addition, it would be even better if this professor can give Harry the courage to win!"

"That's right. And Harry was cursed in the last Quidditch match, and you were the one who saved him." Fred nodded beside him, and added after George finished speaking, "Professor, you also You don’t want the little wizard under your cover to be plotted against, do you?”

"..."

After all, Dracula held an umbrella and walked up the path leading to the Quidditch pitch, lost in thought.

Why did that sentence sound so familiar?

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