The Blood Professor at Hogwarts

Dracula silently glanced at the big crystal ball on the workbench by the window, and couldn't help curling his lips.

"I've known you for hundreds of years, don't I know you yet? I think you're clearly afraid that I'll be in the same league with that Grindelwald!" He drank the remaining wine in the glass in one gulp, and said, "Otherwise your Could it be that the divination ability cannot be displayed?"

At this time, another gray-haired old woman came over, refilled a glass full of blood-red wine for Dracula, and then said with a smile:

"We haven't seen each other for 100 years. It's fine if we haven't been moved to the point of crying. Why did we start arguing as soon as we met?"

"Perenal, you just came to comment." Dracula thanked, and then picked up the glass and said dissatisfiedly, "Do you think this old fellow Nico did it on purpose, causing me to miss it?" So many interesting things."

The old woman Perenal Flamel just smiled and did not comment.

"Okay, okay, I knew you would complain early on, so I found another interesting place for you." Nicole Flamel seemed to know that he was wrong, and said with a smile.

The wine glass that Dracula had just raised was suspended in mid-air, and then he turned to look at him.

"There has been a phenomenon in Hogwarts these years, and I think you will be interested." Nico said, "It is said that the subject of Defense Against the Dark Arts has been cursed by a mysterious person. Stay in the position safe and sound for a full year."

Nico looked at Dracula's expression and teased, "How about it, would the legendary Count Dracula be afraid of such a curse?"

An intriguing smile slowly emerged from the corner of Dracula's mouth.

"interesting."

With a bang, Dracula slapped the goblet containing the bright red wine on the window sill.

Then, he pushed open the window beside him and stepped on the window frame.

"Nico, Perenal, see you next time!" Dracula turned his head to look at the couple who hadn't reacted yet, and smiled happily.

The next moment, he jumped out from the windowsill of Nico's house.

Along with the scattered shadows of bats, Dracula's figure disappeared into the night sky, leaving only the blood-red wine on the window lattice shaking in the glass.

A round of bright moon reflected on the wine is stained with the bright red color of the wine, which is extraordinarily bright...

The LeMay couple stood there in amazement, looking at each other.

"Didn't he even stay for a meal?" Perenal asked dumbfounded.

"Don't you know Dracula yet?" Nico shook his head slightly and sighed, "He has always been like this. If he finds something interesting, he will go and see it no matter what."

"After all, 1000 years is too long and boring..."

……

In the silent night, a majestic castle stands in the darkness.

There are many spiers on the castle, the lights of countless windows and the stars in the sky complement each other, and the morning glow gradually rising in the distance adds a ray of purple to the edge of the castle, adding a mysterious and heavy look.

In the brightly lit Hogwarts principal's office, Dracula in a black and red robe quietly appeared by the window, looking at the layout here.

The sluggish Phoenix was startled when he felt his aura, flapped his wings, and vigilantly landed on a white-haired man in front of the desk.

on the shoulders of the old man.

The old man was tall and thin, wearing a purple wizard robe, his silver-white hair and beard were so long that they could be tucked into the belt of his clothes.

Seeing this uninvited guest, he didn't seem to be surprised at all, but kindly stroked the feathers of Phoenix Fox to calm its nervous emotions.

Then he looked at Dracula, smiled and pointed to a few cups on the table.

"Good morning, Sir Dracula. Nico always mentions you to me." He said as if entertaining a friend. "Tea, juice or coffee?"

Dracula frowned and looked at the drink in front of him, then shook his head slightly.

"No need." He pulled the chair in front of the desk and sat down, and said to the old man, "You are the current headmaster of Hogwarts, Albus Dumbledore?"

Dumbledore smiled and nodded.

At the same time, he kept rummaging through the desk drawer, and took out a blood-red lollipop.

"I almost forgot, vampires probably don't like these ordinary drinks very much." Then, he handed the lollipop to Dracula, and said happily, "You can try this! Honeydukes sweets gift pack comes with Maybe you will like the bloody lollipop I gave you?"

Dracula looked at the lollipop that Dumbledore handed over, and the corner of his mouth couldn't help but twitch.

"Principal Dumbledore, I'm here to discuss something very important with you, please be serious." He resolutely rejected the bloody lollipop, and took out a sheet of writing from his pocket with a serious face. A parchment full of intricate runes.

"This is the title deed of Hogwarts. Back then, Slytherin set a lease for Hogwarts for 1000 years, starting in AD 991, but this year is 1991, exactly 1000 years."

"Mr. Principal, the Hogwarts lease is up!" Dracula's lips curled slightly, "You don't want Hogwarts students to be displaced, do you?"

A moment of astonishment appeared on Dumbledore's face, and he was no longer as calm as before.

He adjusted his glasses, took the parchment and observed it carefully.

From Dumbledore's perspective, he could see the magic fluctuations on the parchment from the same source as the castle, as well as the magic marks left by the four founders, without any possibility of fraud.

Reminiscent of the year Dracula was born and his legendary relationship with Slytherin, Dumbledore had to admit the authenticity of this title deed.

"Sir Dracula, I heard that you and the four founders are very good friends." His face slowed down, and he asked after consideration, "Hogwarts is their painstaking effort, you shouldn't just say take it back Take it back?"

"It depends on your performance." Dracula leaned back on the back of the chair comfortably, and chuckled, "If you can find something interesting for me, maybe I will end this when I am in a good mood." A little bit later in time."

"This is quite simple." Dumbledore breathed a sigh of relief, and took out a letter of appointment from the table that he had prepared a long time ago, "We have a professorship of Defense Against the Dark Arts here. Because of various unexpected changes, I think Sir Dracula will be of some interest to you."

Chapter 3 lifted his own coffin

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Dumbledore thoughtfully attached a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor accident statistics form with the letter of appointment, put them on the desk together, and pushed it in front of Dracula.

Dracula picked up the long list and read with great interest:

"Defense against the Dark Arts professor's accidental statistics - killed by a wild boar, blown to death by his own spell during class, starved to death after getting lost in the castle, tripped over his left foot and fell to his death on the podium after his right foot... "

"Hehehehe... Not many people can even leave this position alive." Dracula laughed with interest, showing two sharp side teeth.

"Cough cough."

Dumbledore looked at Dracula who was full of interest, and quickly coughed twice as a reminder, and pointed him to the "cause of death" of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at the back.

Dracula moved his gaze away, and then suppressed his smile.

On the parchment it was written——

"Listening to students telling jokes, laughing for half an hour and then being laughed to death."

"..."

He threw away the accident statistics form, held the letter of appointment in front of his eyes, and signed his name casually.

"Okay, besides the cause of their death, is there anything else you need to know about being a professor?" Dracula asked Dumbledore.

"Since you agree to apply, we will be colleagues in the future." Before even answering Dracula's question, Dumbledore couldn't wait to stand up and shook hands with him eagerly, "Everything that needs to be prepared is in the letter of appointment Finished writing, as for the teaching content, you need to consider it yourself."

"I think the legendary Count Dracula should be very good at black magic "defense"?"

Dumbledore accentuated the word "defense", as if emphasizing that this course was Defense Against the Dark Arts, not teaching the Dark Arts.

"Don't worry, Mr. Principal." Dracula waved his hands casually, and walked towards the window of the principal's office.

After walking two steps, he turned back again.

He took the blood-flavored lollipop from Dumbledore's hand, then returned to the window of the headmaster's office, and jumped down...

Dumbledore glanced at the open window and couldn't help but spread his hands.

Afterwards, he looked at the letter of appointment on the table and smiled cheerfully.

"Nick, thanks to you, Hogwarts can recruit a reliable Defense Against the Dark Arts professor this time!"

Dumbledore happily took out a phoenix embossed mirror that was very similar to Dracula's bronze mirror, and said to the mirror.

As for the resume with the name of Quilinus Quirrell in the corner of the desk, he subconsciously ignored it.

……

London, Diagon Alley.

With a blood-scented lollipop in his mouth and a list of items attached to the letter of appointment in his hand, Dracula looked boredly at it.

"It's really troublesome to be a professor and need to prepare a wand."

Although he complained so much, in order to experience the fun of teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts, Dracula could only go to Ollivander's wand shop in the depths of Diagon Alley.

The development of the magic world is as slow as ever. Except for a few small shops and the signs of the shops have become more dilapidated, the structure of Diagon Alley seems to be the same as it was 100 years ago.

And Ollivanders is, as always, the best wand shop.

However, Diagon Alley seemed to be a bit lively today, with many people rushing towards the Leaky Cauldron.

Dracula's wine-red pupils moved, and he looked deep into the crowd.

He saw a group of wizards chatting and even bowing to a child with tattered round eyes in curiosity and awe.

And the thin little wizard was at a loss, he could only try his best to take care of everyone's emotions, and kept shaking hands with them, just like a doll that could be manipulated by others.

Seeing this messy scene, Dracula suddenly lost interest, turned around and continued walking towards Ollivander's wand shop.

Accompanied by the tinkling of bells, Dracula came to this small and dilapidated shop. Seeing the surrounding environment covered with thin dust, he frowned without showing any trace.

Hearing the arrival of the guests, an old man with pale eyes and pale skin silently swiped out

Come.

"Good afternoon," he said softly.

After seeing Dracula, his expression became a little puzzled:

"Strange, really strange..."

Dracula was a little impatient with this cryptic and time-wasting behavior, and looked at him expressionlessly.

The obscure dark power fluctuated secretly, and the red and black cloak moved without wind.

Ollivander was taken aback, and he didn't dare to keep it any longer, and hurriedly continued: "This gentleman, it's like this, I remember every wand I sold, every one of them."

"But I don't recall ever selling you a wand. Perhaps you bought your wand from another wandmaker?"

"No, I haven't bought a wand before." Dracula crossed his arms and stared into Ollivander's light eyes. "I'm going to buy my first wand."

Ollivander seemed taken aback, and asked incredulously, "Have you never used a magic wand since you were a child?"