The Blood Professor at Hogwarts

Ron's face immediately collapsed.

"Harry, you've said something fair." He turned his eyes to Harry who was sitting in the next seat watching the play, "Do you think Hermione should lend us her homework for Gryffindor's house?" Contribute to the cup cause?"

"Actually, I don't have to borrow Hermione's homework..." Harry looked in a good mood, and was putting a diary into his schoolbag with a smile, "My homework has been finished, do you want to "borrow" it?" , Ron?"

"What?!" Ron was taken aback and stood up suddenly.

His exclamation was so loud that all the little wizards in the common room paid attention to him.

Harry quickly cast an apologetic look at the students around him, and then pushed Ron down on the seat.

"Ron, what are you making such a fuss about?" He asked dissatisfiedly, "Can't I finish my homework by myself?"

"No, buddy, this is not right." Ron also calmed down a little bit, but he still whispered to Harry in a somewhat unbelievable voice, "I didn't even eat, and I have been writing a dissertation on transfiguration. Halfway through."

"But you ran from the eighth floor to the auditorium on the first floor to have dinner, and then walked up from the first floor. You were delayed for at least an hour, right? You can finish your homework just here, it's not like you!"

Harry's face immediately pulled down two black lines.

"Just say you can't see it!" He said angrily.

"Look! Idiots don't read it!" Ron snatched the parchment from Harry's hand. "If Hermione doesn't lend me my homework, I'll do it with yours first."

Regardless of Harry's angry eyes, he took Harry's transfiguration paper and began to copy it, and used his own unique "reference" techniques, such as changing the order of paragraphs, changing the way of using words, and switching active and passive voices ...

However, after "borrowing" a third of the thesis, Ron suddenly realized that something was wrong.

"Harry, did you really write this yourself?" He patted Harry's arm, his eyes widened, not at all distracted from Harry's Transfiguration treatise, "Are you sure it wasn't Copy Hermione's? No, I don't think Hermione's writing is so good!"

"Yes... I wrote it myself

Yeah. "

Harry glanced unnaturally at his bag.

He didn't tell anyone that he had a magical diary in his schoolbag.This diary can answer any of his questions, and can answer any difficult problems in his study or life

Not long after the teaching assistant who corrected homework was selected, Dracula had a new problem——

He is also responsible for the proposition of the final exam paper...

Hogwarts main tower, in the headmaster's office on the eighth floor.

Dracula was lying on the sofa bored, holding a brand new sorting hat in his hand, throwing it high into the sky, and then catching it casually, passing the boring time.

The Sorting Hat howled dizzily at first, but later on it was unclear whether it was fainted by the shaking, or it gave up struggling completely, and was thrown up and down in the air without a word.

"Professor Dracula, you have been lying here all afternoon." Dumbledore finally couldn't stand it anymore, raised his head from the desk, and looked at Dracula on the sofa through his glasses, "There is this dazed It's time, your Defense Against the Dark Arts test paper will be out long ago."

That's right, Dracula came to the principal's office this time just to get rid of the blame.

The final exam was coming soon, and he wanted to leave the issue of the exam papers to others, while he himself was in charge of admiring the way the little wizards scratched their heads during the exam.

"I'd rather be in a daze here than give them questions..." Dracula casually threw the sorting hat back on its original stool, staring at the ceiling of the principal's office with scattered eyes. It must be of a certain degree of difficulty, and the level of achievement must be extended... Whoever loves to do such a troublesome thing will do it!"

"Didn't Professor Snape want to be a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts? Let him write the questions for me."

"Professor Dracula, what Severus wants to be is just a teacher, and he will not be obliged to help you with the questions." Dumbledore said, "I think you can refer to last year's question types, according to this school year. Use the content you have passed to make test papers.”

"Why can't I just use last year's questions?" Dracula said lazily.

"The original questions that have been tested before can be easily found by young wizards. Many students have done those real questions." Dumbledore shrugged. "This is not fair to other students who have not done it."

Dracula sighed and slammed his head on the arm of the sofa.There was a crack in the solid gold armrest.

"No, I must find another teaching assistant! Without a teaching assistant, I won't be able to continue my job!

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Chapter 79 exam week is here

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Dracula finally had his final exam papers ready.

It wasn't his own test paper, but a proposition made by a senior professor who had been a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor for many years and had rich experience in Defense Against the Dark Arts.

That's right, that person's name is - Albus Dumbledore!

As a senior professor who began teaching in the early 20th century, Dumbledore first served as the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts.It wasn't until almost two or thirty years later, when he became Head of Gryffindor, that he became the Professor of Transfiguration.

Therefore, compared to the many Defense Against the Dark Arts professors who have stayed in their positions for at most one year in the past 50 years, Dumbledore has extremely rich experience in teaching and writing questions, and is fully qualified for the task of writing test papers for students!

In the principal's office, Dracula and Dumbledore bargained for a long time.

Until the end, Dracula promised Dumbledore and agreed to renew Hogwarts' lease for seven years, in exchange for the opportunity for the headmaster to personally set the test paper.

……

Time soon came to June.

The weather in Scotland has become very hot, and there is clearly a piece of green grass outside the castle, but it is rendered by the sun into the scene of the African savannah.

The marble floor exposed to the sun was so hot that the heat could be seen faintly. When the little wizards walked by, they stood on tiptoe, for fear that the soles of their shoes would be scalded and stick to the floor.

The water in the Black Lake was steamed by the sun, and the water vapor could be vaguely seen floating into the sky, and it was completely wiped out by the sunlight in a blink of an eye.

In the cloudless and windless weather, it was extremely hot.

Dracula hates this kind of weather the most. He stays in the office all day and is too lazy to go out. He doesn't even want to move during the important exam week of the first week of June. He just hopes that those naughty students can save people some trouble and go to Take the test paper and hand it in after you finish it...

However, Dracula, who was lying rotten in the office, quickly lost the peace of being alone——

"Boom, boom, boom"!

The sound of knocking on the door came from outside the office door.

"Come in." Dracula snapped his fingers, and the office door opened.

Two little red-haired wizards slipped in quietly, and George even watched the situation outside the door cautiously from behind, making sure that no one else was following, and then he heaved a sigh of relief and closed the door.

Dracula is no stranger to the various strange actions of these two guys.He just leaned back in his soft armchair and didn't even bother to talk to them.

"Wow, Professor, it's so cool here!" Fred said in surprise, wiping the sweat from his forehead.

"Professor, have you cast any spell here?" George stepped forward in a daze, and asked curiously, "If there is such a spell for easy cooling, please teach us!"

Naturally, Dracula would not tell them that the chilly air was caused by his constitution.

He just glanced at them lazily, and said casually, "Use a freezing spell on each other to ensure that they will cool down immediately."

The twins' faces fell.

"It's not that we haven't tried it, but the price we paid is a bit high..." Fred glanced at George, "I froze George into a popsicle last time, and it took several hours to thaw out."

"You still have the nerve to say it?" George jumped up angrily, and slapped Fred on the forehead, "Isn't it because you secretly used me as a test object, and you were afraid of being criticized after the experiment, so you didn't send me to the school infirmary !"

"Think of it, brother, haven't you been cool all day?" Fred said awkwardly.

"Is that cool? I'm going to freeze to death that day!"

Seeing that the two live treasures were about to fight, Dracula stopped them decisively.

"This is the office, I want to fight and go out to fight." He gave the two of them a cold look, which scared them into a shudder on the spot, "The exam will start in two hours, it's fine if you don't study hard, actually How dare you come here and disturb my rest."

"If you don't talk about the business, don't blame me for using the Freezing Curse to keep you cool."

Fred and George shut up now,

He sneaked up to Dracula's desk and talked about the so-called "business".

"Professor, do you have the answers to the exam questions?" Fred whispered, "You see we are so familiar, maybe we should be more flexible."

"Yes, Professor." George agreed, "Even if you don't want to give us an answer, at least give us a test range!"

Dracula looked at the two in astonishment, and then rubbed the space between his brows with a headache.

He really didn't expect that even after knowing each other for so long, this pair of twins could refresh his cognition again and again.

Will there still be students who directly ask the professor for the answer to the exam?It seems that he is still too easy to talk, it is impossible not to give them a little surprise.

"You want an answer, right?" Dracula raised his eyebrows and glanced at them.

The Wesley twins looked at Dracula's expression and thought there was something going on, so they were overjoyed and clicked their heads like two pile drivers.

"Okay, no problem." Dracula said with a half-smile, "Go to the principal's office and ask for it. This set of questions was created by Dumbledore."

The joy of Fred and George froze on their faces.

Going to the principal's office to ask for the answer to the exam, wouldn't that even save the formalities, and you could be expelled by the principal directly...

Just then, there was another knock on the office door.

Dracula glanced at the expressions of the twins with interest, opened the door with a chuckle, and let the outsiders in.

The person who walked into the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office this time was also a familiar little wizard. He was wearing Hufflepuff's school robe with a yellow collar.

When Brother Weisley saw this little wizard, his stiff expression came to life again.

"Good Cedric, I didn't expect you to look like a big-eyed person, but you're actually like that!" Fred complained bitterly.

George, who was next to him, looked at Dracula angrily, and said loudly, "Professor, you saw it. Cedric also came to do this kind of thing. How can such a person be your teaching assistant?" If he can do it, then I can do it too!"

Cedric watched the performance of the two in a daze, completely out of the situation, not knowing what they were talking about.

Dracula interrupted the complaints of the two with some headaches, and looked at Cedric, who he admired quite a lot.

"Tell me, Digory, what is your business this time?" he asked.

"Good professor." Cedric nodded and said, "I have a question during the review, and I want to ask it in person."

"What? You didn't come here to ask for answers to the exam?!" Fred and George opened their mouths.

Cedric: "???"

Chapter 80 Signals in Romania

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"Are there any other questions?" Dracula asked lazily, ignoring the anxious expressions of the twins, and finally glanced at the three little wizards in the office.