Professor The Vampire Earl of Hogwarts

"How do you know why Professor Dracula published the book?" Ron looked at Fred and George and asked suspiciously.

In the living room, the Wesleys, Percy, and Harry also looked over with curiosity.

Fred and George nodded in satisfaction and began to tell what they knew.

"You know Cedric Diggory, don't you?" Fred said, "It's the third grade... no, it's the fourth grade now, anyway, he's the one who won the No.1 final exam of our grade!"

"Then why don't you two hurry up and learn from Cedric?" Mrs. Wesley put the pile of bowls aside, put her hands on her hips, and looked at the two naughty boys with hatred.

"Mom, that's not the point!" George protested dissatisfied, "We two are talking about things!"

"Okay, I want to see what tricks you guys can come up with." Mrs. Wesley nodded and became quiet.

Then, she picked up the bowl again and threw it into the kitchen, letting the sponge floating in the air rub the bowl to create sparkling foam.

"Harry should know about this, right?" Fred continued, "Cedric got a pendant made by Professor Dracula, and I remember you got one too."

'Not only remembering, but even costing the twin brothers ten Galleons! ' Harry nodded awkwardly.

He had Diary Tom tutoring him in his favorite Defense Against the Dark Arts class, and his grades naturally improved very quickly.

"Yes, everyone knows that Cedric is No.1. But few people know that he almost became No.2!" Fred didn't know what Harry was thinking, and continued to talk to the living room The people in the room said.

"How could it be? Isn't Cedric's score far away from No.2?" At this moment, Mr. Weasley said, "Amos Diggory shows off his skills in front of me all day long." My ears are getting callused, son. Isn't Cedric as good as he says he is?"

"Father, although I really don't want to admit it, Cedric is just that good." George shrugged, "His usual grades can indeed separate No.2 by a long distance."

"Oh? Then why this time, did you make a mistake?" Mr. Wesley folded the newspaper, put it on the table he had just cleaned up, and looked at Fred and George intently.

"No, no, no, Cedric didn't make a mistake." George said mysteriously, "It's just that he went to Professor Dracula's office before the exam..."

"Come to the point, George!"

Percy couldn't listen to the twins' constant teasing, and he yelled at them.

"Percy really has no sense of humor." Fred curled his lips. "Let's get to the point, George, they might be impatient."

"The focus is on the back!" George said dissatisfiedly, squinting at Percy, "Before the final exam, Cedric went to Professor Dracula's office to ask a question. The general meaning is— "

"When answering the questions in the test paper, should you write according to the content in the textbook "Black Magic: A Guide to Self-Defense", or should you write according to the content taught by Professor Dracula in class."

"George is right, but do you know how Professor Dracula answered?" Fred smirked and imitated Dracula's tone and said, "Professor Dracula told him on the spot: 'I told you Only the content that has been passed is correct, and any place that conflicts with the textbook is a problem in the textbook!'”

"That's not right..." Percy said in surprise, "I filled in the answers in the textbook on the test paper, but no points were deducted!"

"This is the crux of the problem!" George said to Percy, "Professor Dracula did not write the papers for the final exam, nor did he correct them. He even forgot to talk to Dumbledore who corrected the papers. The professor clarified this matter..."

"...So, Cedric, who filled out the answers according to Professor Dracula's lecture content, was so tragically deducted a lot of points..." Fred and George said in harmony, "If it weren't for the book The content is not too different from what the professor said, and it is estimated that Cedric's No.1 will be suspended!"

"Oh, Cedric is really poor." Mr. Wesley shook his head sighingly, raised his glass and took a sip of water.

Then, his eyes suddenly changed, and he sprayed the water out of his mouth.

"Wait, you just said... who was the one who corrected the test papers?" he asked in shock.

"Father, you heard me right, it's Professor Dumbledore." George said with a playful smile, "Professor Dumbledore is also the one who gave the test, and I don't know what private deal he has made with Professor Dracula..."

"Yes, so Harry and Ron have doubts about the fact that Professor Dracula will write a book, which is actually quite reasonable." Fred said, "How can a person as lazy as Professor Dracula suddenly be How about going off to write a book?"

"Yeah, Fred." Ron asked puzzledly, "What does Professor Dracula's publication of a book have to do with Cedric being deducted from the exam?"

"You don't understand, little Luoluo." George said with a smirk, "We invited you to play Quidditch with Cedric on the opposite hillside a few days ago. That was the day, Cedric K told us the secret."

"But at that time, in order to study your wizard chess at home, you turned down our kindness!"

Hearing the shameful nickname of "Little Luo Luo", Ron stood up and wanted to fight George desperately.Harry held him tightly beside him.

"Cedric told us that he went to Professor Dracula's office again after he got his grades." Fred continued, "But this time he went to see Professor Dracula's theory and asked him why he was rejected. So many points deducted."

"That's why Professor Dracula published the book." George laughed, "Cedric told us that the professor felt very embarrassed about this matter, so he planned to publish a book himself, picking out the characters in our textbooks. All the bugs!"

Everyone present agreed with this explanation.

If it surprised them that Dracula would take the time to write a book, it would be very fitting for Professor Dracula to write a book because he lost face.

Just then, a dusty feather duster fell through the crooked window.Harry took a look at the feather duster, only to find that it was actually breathing!

"Errol!" Ron yelled.

He picked up the dirty, sickly owl from the ground, and pulled out a letter from under its wing, "It finally brought Hermione's reply. I wrote to her earlier, we're going to Dursley The family rescued you."

He carried Errol to a rail by the back door and tried to make it stand on it, but Errol was so tired that he fell straight down.

Ron had to set it down on the wider table, muttering "poor Errol".

"This feather duster... No, how old is this owl?" Harry almost said what was on his mind, and asked Fred embarrassingly in the middle of speaking.

Fortunately, the Weiss family didn't care, maybe they thought so too.

"Errol, he's the owl that Bill's family bought for him when he was just in school." Fred shrugged and said to Harry, "Now, Bill has been out of school for five years."

Harry counted on his fingers, and found that Errol was twelve years old, and the oldest owl was about the same age...

"Then it's really...not young..." Harry gave Errol a sympathetic look.

"In fact, we have long wanted it to enjoy our old age, but the family has been so poor that we can't get rid of it. Ginny will go to school this year, and there are a lot of things to buy." Mr. Wesley sighed next to him, "So we can only buy it again. How hard it has been for old Errol for a while. When the family is rich, we must find a good place for him to retire to!"

Harry took another look at the old owl slumped on the table, and only hoped that he would live until the Wes family had enough money.

By this time, Ron had finished reading Hermione's letter.

"Merlin's beard, Hermione is busy doing homework during the summer vacation!" He was taken aback.

"Yeah, so Hermione didn't get No. 1 in the final exam of Defense Against the Dark Arts class!" George said, patting Harry on the shoulder.

He was still a little bitter that Harry had cost him and Fred ten Galleons.

"Then why don't you guys hurry up and learn more?" Mrs. Wesley glared at him, "You, Fred and Ron are the three children who don't worry me the most!"

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The days at the Burrow passed quickly, and soon came the day when I made an appointment with Hermione to go to Diagon Alley to buy textbooks.

Mrs. Weasley woke up the little wizards early in the morning.They each ate five or six quick sandwiches and put on their coats.

Mrs. Weasley lifted a flower pot from the kitchen mantel and handed it to Harry first.

"Guests first!" she said to Harry with a smile, "Harry, you come first!"

Looking at the flowerpot in front of his face, Harry froze in place.

"I...shall I water the pot?" he stammered.At the same time, his eyes began to search around for a container for water.I wondered if it might be some strange tradition in wizarding families to water the pots before we set off.

"Mom, he never used Floo powder to travel!" Ron said suddenly, looking at Harry with a blank face, "I'm sorry, Harry, I forgot about it."

"You never used Floo powder?" Mr. Wesley asked in surprise, "Then how did you go to Diagon Alley to buy school supplies last year?"

"I took the subway to..." Harry said weakly.

"Hey, something new in the Muggle world?" Mr. Wesley asked enthusiastically, "What kind of transportation is the subway, is it similar to a car? How does it work..."

"Don't ask now, Arthur." Mrs. Wesley interrupted him. "It's definitely faster to use Floo powder than the subway, but... Merlin, if you've never used it..."

"He's fine, Mom." Fred patted Harry on the shoulder with inexplicable confidence and said, "Harry, let's see what we do first!"

He picked up a pinch of shiny powder from the flower pot, went to the stove, and threw the powder into the flames.

With the sound of "huh", the fire turned green.

The emerald flames rose higher than Fred's body, and he walked straight into the flames, shouting one word clearly——

"Diagon Alley!"

He disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"You must say those words clearly, child," Mrs. Weasley said to Harry. "Don't go by the wrong oven door when you come out..."

At the same time George put his hand into the flower pot, and disappeared into the flames of the fireplace.

Mrs. Weasley and Ron told Harry a lot of precautions. Harry remembered nervously and nodded from time to time.

After Mr. Weasley also left from the fireplace, Harry looked at the encouraging eyes of Mrs. Weasley and Ron, and nodded firmly.

Desperately remembering all the previous precautions, he reached for a pinch of Floo powder and walked over to the flames.

Harry took a deep breath, sprinkled the floo powder into the flames, and walked forward.

The emerald green flame suddenly sprang up, bringing a gust of hot wind, and as soon as he inhaled, he immediately inhaled a big mouthful of hot ash.

"Ahem... yes... Diagon Alley..." Harry coughed and read.

The next moment, he seemed to be sucked into a huge socket hole.

His body spun rapidly, and deafening whistling sounds kept coming from beside his ears.He desperately tried to open his eyes, but the spinning green flames made him dizzy...

After spinning for an unknown amount of time, Harry fell face-down onto the cold stone floor.He felt his glasses shattered.

Harry was dizzy, his skin was bruised and covered in soot.He climbed up carefully, put his broken glasses on the bridge of his nose, and looked at this strange place in front of him——

It appeared to be a large, dimly lit wizard's shop, and he was standing in front of the stone fireplace in the shop.

But everything here is so weird that nothing seems likely to be on the Hogwarts shopping list.

On a mat in a nearby glass case, there was a withered human hand, a stack of bloodstained cards, and a glazed glass eyeball.Grim masks peered down from the walls, various human bones lay on the counters, and rusty tines hung from the ceiling.

Looking out of the dusty shop window, one could see a dark, narrow alley—

This is definitely not Diagon Alley!

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London, Knockturn Alley, White Dragon Bar.

It's an old-looking bar on the second floor of a dark wizard tattoo parlor.Its outer wall is made of exquisite marble, and a huge metal hang tag hangs outside the door, and a biped wyvern covered with white scales is engraved on the sign.

Unlike most bars which are noisy and chaotic, this one is very quiet.

The interior of the bar is divided into secret compartments, and the door of each compartment is equipped with extremely strict protection magic, ensuring that each group of guests has an extremely safe and secret space.

There is a luxurious compartment in Bai Feilong Bar. Its walls are all made of gold, the windows are carved with crystals, the chandeliers are covered with blood-red gems, and the edge of the wine table is inlaid with many kinds of pure diamonds.

The decoration style of this compartment fully embodies the luxurious atmosphere of Feilong.

The bar has existed for at least a few hundred years, but it has never been opened here.

However, just today, the guests in the Bai Feilong Bar were surprised to see that the bar proprietress, who had not changed for decades and was extremely indifferent on weekdays, was leading a silver-haired man in respectfully at this moment, standing in front of her. At the door of the luxurious compartment.

She stretched out her finger and drew a pattern on the gold-decorated door.

The next moment, the door that had not been opened for hundreds of years quietly opened...

The customers in the store watched this scene in shock, and couldn't help asking each other about the identity of the silver-haired man, and the quiet bar became noisy.

At this moment, the proprietress with a blood-red streak in the snow-white hair and a pair of black-red dragon horns extending from her head suddenly turned her head, and glared at the whispering guests with a strange yellow vertical child.

"Have you forgotten the rule of keeping quiet in the bar?" She said coldly.

Everyone present felt cold and shivered at the same time.They decisively shut their mouths.

Only then did the proprietress restrain her cold expression, and walked into the door respectfully again.

"Master Dracula, do you have any orders?" She asked softly.

Dracula sat casually on the soft sofa, looking at the proprietress in front of him.

"Bring me a bottle of wine, the kind of blood wine that your Feilong clan collected in the early years." He said with a chuckle, "Also, someone will come to me later, it's not a big role, you can arrange a waiter to bring him up good."

"Yes." The proprietress of the bar nodded slightly, turned and left.

Not long after, a wizard with a pale, pointed face, a pair of indifferent gray eyes, and light blond hair walked into Bai Feilong Bar with a cane.

"I'm looking for Mr. Dracula." He said to the waiter at the door.

"Mr. Malfoy, isn't that right?" the waiter smiled standardly.

Lucius nodded proudly, obviously very confident in his surname.

However, the waiter didn't care about Malfoy's surname at all, and just extended his hand to the door politely——

"this way please."

The two passed through a silent hall, where many wizards were drinking quietly and speaking in extremely low voices.

Lucius saw a lot of acquaintances among these people. They nodded to each other, but they didn't exchange greetings, because they were afraid of breaking the rules of this bar and making the scary proprietress angry——

There used to be a fairly good wizard who didn't believe in evil, and made a lot of noise here... Later, he turned into a lump of coke...

Lucius followed the waiter all the way to the most luxuriously decorated door.

Seeing the waiter making a "please" gesture to the door, he widened his eyes in astonishment.

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