The Blood Professor at Hogwarts

Facts have proved that this year's Riddle assistant teacher is indeed more popular with young wizards than last school year's Quirrell assistant teacher.

But the students not only welcome this handsome Riddle assistant, but also have a kind of love and hate in it...

"Professor Dracula, go and take care of Assistant Professor Riddle!"

"That's right, Professor! Assistant Professor Riddle seems to be a different person today, it's terrible!"

Two almost identical voices sounded beside Dracula, pitifully, as if he had been wronged.

Dracula put down the newspaper in front of his eyes, looked up at the two clumps of fiery red hair, and suddenly couldn't help laughing——

Fred and George, the twins who are recognized as troublemakers at Hogwarts, now have completely lost their usual mischievous smiles, and their expressions are aggrieved.

Their faces were bruised and swollen, and there were two huge black circles under their eyes that were symmetrical to each other on the two identical faces.

The Wesley twins who came to Dracula are now completely like two poor little wizards who have been bullied and come to complain to the teacher!

"Professor, it's fine if you don't come to help us, but you still laugh at us!" Fred shouted with an even more aggrieved expression.

"That's right! Professor, if you don't help us get justice, you will no longer be our favorite professor!" George also echoed angrily.

Dracula laughed dumbfounded, and looked over the shoulders of Fred and George to the duel stage in the middle of the auditorium.

Today is the second day after Halloween. It is a Monday, and it is also the first day after the festival to resume normal classes and normal gatherings in the Dueling Club.

The Halloween decorations and scenery have not been removed yet, and the auditorium is still filled with a strong Halloween atmosphere. Many huge jack-o-lanterns are arranged around the auditorium, grinning and showing big smiles to the little wizards.

Dracula was lying comfortably inside the largest jack-o-lantern, holding a newspaper that had just been confiscated from the little wizard in his hand, looking over the Wesley twins standing in front of the pumpkin's big mouth, and looking towards the center of the auditorium——

At this moment, Riddle looked very excited on the stage.

One by one, he called up the little wizards from the fourth grade up, and "pointed out" their dueling skills one by one.

It may not be appropriate to use the word "teaching" to describe Riddle's actions... because he is not so much teaching as he is using the fighting power of the Hogwarts students to adapt to the tool he just acquired. Body.

Riddle fought more vigorously and excitedly, but the little wizards were miserable...

Riddle, who had just obtained his body, hadn't mastered the use of his body yet, and couldn't cast spells with ease, and it didn't matter what he did.

Therefore, just like Fred and George, many little wizards were beaten black and blue by him, which greatly increased the workload of Madam Pomfrey, the head nurse of the school infirmary, and made the little wizards above the fourth grade complain endlessly. ...

"So this pair of dark circles around your eyes... What kind of spell did Riddle use to cause it?" Dracula turned his gaze back to the Wesley twins in front of him, and asked with interest, "The black pair The circles around the eyes are interesting, but not quite the effect of a spell."

"You're right, professor!" Fred stomped his feet, with a look of righteous indignation, "When we were on stage to accept the "instructions", Assistant Professor Riddle thought we were too weak, not only let the two of us go up together, even Put away your wands and fight us with your bare hands."

"That's right, as your outstanding students with quality and morality, of course we must uphold the principle of fairness and justice in the duel!" George took over the words and said, "So we resolutely rejected the conditions of Riddle's teaching assistant."

"Then Assistant Coach Riddle sneaked up on us without paying attention to dueling etiquette, and beat us up with his fists." Fred said angrily.

"Professor, you told us that there is no physical contact in the duel arena." George cried and sniffed his nose in aggrieved expression. "Assistant Riddle's actions are a blatant disregard for the duel rules!"

Dracula listened to Fred and George's complaint with great interest, and quickly completed the whole incident in his heart

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Most of what Fred and George just complained about should be fine.The two of them, as fourth-grade students, were called up by Riddle to "teach"...or rather, they were sparring partners. This was a very normal thing.

However, Riddle probably felt that he couldn't show his strength on these students, and wanted to have some fun, so he let the pair of twins who cooperated tacitly together, trying to test his strength more.

It's a pity that perhaps Fred and George together couldn't meet Riddle's needs, so he put away his wand and used these two little wizards to hone his physical fitness.

Not only the magic power of the new body needs to be adjusted, but also the physical fitness.

Dracula knew the twins Fred and George very well, and he knew that the two of them certainly could not be as qualified and moral as they said.When it happened that Riddle put away his wand and fought with them, the two of them could only be overjoyed, picked up their wand and rushed up...

Of course, facing a master like Riddle who could cast spells silently without a wand, even without a wand, it was impossible for the Wesley twins to beat him.

So the two of them each received a fat beating from Riddle...

"The behavior of assistant coach Riddle is really unreasonable." Dracula nodded with a face of approval, "Don't worry, I will vent my anger on your behalf."

He stood up from the jack-o-lantern and patted the twins on the shoulder with a chuckle.

Fred and George looked up at Dracula in disbelief, with expressions of extreme surprise on their faces.

In fact, they were just angry for a while, so they came to Dracula to complain, but they didn't think that Professor Dracula would really be so kind and vent their anger on them.

"Is what you said true, Professor?" Fred asked still incredulously.

"How are you going to vent our anger, Professor?" George asked.

Dracula looked at the two big dark circles on their faces, and raised the corners of his mouth playfully.

"Don't worry. I will personally have a duel with Assistant Coach Riddle to help him exercise well..." He said with a smile, "In addition, I will also cancel his position as a temporary dueling assistant. How can you take the lead in violating the dueling rules?"

After hearing Dracula's way of venting his anger, Fred nodded in satisfaction.

"Professor Dracula, you are still our favorite professor!" He gave a thumbs up.

However, George who was next to him keenly sensed something was wrong, and asked in a low voice: "Professor Dracula, Professor Snape is not here today... If the position of Assistant Professor Riddle's duel assistant is cancelled, who will give it to him?" Where are we training?"

"Do you still need to think about it? When they are not here, of course I will train you!" Dracula's smile became even more playful, "When the time comes, the whole academy will come together, and I will personally train as your duel opponent Your dueling skills!"

The childish eyes of Fred and George suddenly enlarged, and expressions of extreme horror appeared in their eyes.

"No, Professor!

"

"Professor, no way!

"

However, Dracula had already been aroused by Riddle's fighting style, ignored the crying Wesley twins, and went straight to the duel stage in the center of the auditorium.

The newspaper in Dracula's hand was thrown in the air by him, and reflected by the shaking candles in the jack-o-lantern, several large characters on the cover appeared——

"Azkaban was attacked by an unknown dark wizard, and has been successfully repelled by the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic!"

……

The newspaper continued to fall, and landed lightly in a skinny old hand.

That hand put the newspaper on the table, gently supported a pair of half-moon-shaped glasses on the slightly crooked bridge of the nose, and stroked the long white beard on the face under the glasses.

"Professor Dracula, I heard that you had a great time at the Dueling Club today?" Dumbledore stroked his beard and looked at the silver-haired figure sitting by the window of the principal's office with a smile.

Chapter 130 Six, Quidditch Buys Back, The Villa is by the Sea

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After Halloween, it's November.

Entering November, it means that Hogwarts Castle has officially entered winter, and it also means that the first official Quidditch match of each school year will kick off this month.

After a draw, the first game of the year is Gryffindor vs. Slytherin.

Although the Gryffindor players didn't show it on their faces, they were actually a little unconfident in their hearts.

This is because, with the support of Draco Malfoy's rich father, all members of the Slytherin team have replaced the latest Nimbus 2001 broomsticks, whose performance is almost as good as that of the Gryffindors. Sweeping the old antiques caused a crush, and only the Nimbus 2000 that Professor McGonagall gave Harry can compare with them.

The batsmen, Fred and George, had scouted the enemy early, and, according to them, "the Slytherins are flying like lightning!"

Just because of Slytherin's top-notch hardware equipment, Gryffindor team captain Wood was very anxious during this time.

In order to defend the Quidditch Cup champion, whenever he had time, he pulled the Gryffindor players out to conduct a devil training that made Harry and others talk about it.

According to Fred and George's description, Wood's devil training is even more perverted than Professor Dracula's Defense Against the Dark Arts class and dueling club!

……

The first Saturday morning in November, the day the first Quidditch match begins.

Harry woke up early in the Gryffindor dormitory.

He lay on the bed for a while longer, unconsciously looking out of the window, from the high Gryffindor Tower to the distant Quidditch pitch that was still green even in winter, thinking about the upcoming Quidditch match.

Harry was a little nervous.

He was mainly thinking about what Wood, who is desperate for the defending champion, would say if Gryffindor lost; but he was also thinking about the fact that they were up against teams riding the fastest money could buy. The broom, this obvious hardware gap is by no means a little bit of technology can make up.

But when he thought of the arrogant faces of those Quidditch players in Slytherin, the incident when Malfoy humiliated Hermione as a mudblood, and the pain when Ron fell under his own slug curse...Harry never As eager as I am now to beat Team Slytherin!

His heart was churning and heaving, with his eyes open, he lay on the bed thinking wildly for half an hour before getting up, getting dressed, and going downstairs to have an early breakfast.

When he arrived at the auditorium, he found that the other members of the Gryffindor team probably had the same mood as him, and they had all come here early.

They sat huddled around the empty long dining table, each one seemed nervous and taciturn...

Eleven o'clock, the official start of the Quidditch match, is gradually approaching. Almost all the teachers and students of the school began to go to the Quidditch stadium to watch the match between last school year's defending champion and the No.2 team in the standings.

It was a sweltering and humid day, and there was a faint rumble of thunder in the sky.

When Harry walked into the dressing room, two of his best friends, Ron and Hermione, rushed over to wish him luck.

Afterwards, he and the rest of the team changed into bright red Gryffindor Quidditch uniforms, and then sat down to listen to Wood's customary pre-match pep talk.

"Slytherin's broom is better than ours, that's undeniable," Wood said seriously, "but we sit on the broom and everyone is better than them! We train harder than they do, in all weathers I have flown in all environments, and in today's weather, if it rains, it will be an advantage for us!"

"Exactly," put in George, shrugging his shoulders. "I haven't had my clothes dry since August."

"Of course, Professor Dracula's Defense Against the Dark Arts class and dueling club also contributed a lot." Fred added.

Wood glared at the two of them, and continued to say passionately: "We want to make them regret it and let them know that a Seeker who spends money to sneak into the team can't win the game!"

Harry nodded approvingly.

Wood was very emotional, his chest was heaving, he turned to Harry and said, "It's up to you, Harry!"

"You have to show them that, as a Seeker,

It's not enough to rely on a rich dad.Harry, today we must catch the Snitch before Malfoy, or die on the field!Because we have to win today, we have to win! "

He repeated "must win" twice, which shows how eager the Gryffindor team captain is to win.

"So take it easy, Harry," Fred reassured, winking at him.

However, the next moment, Wood turned his vicious eyes to Fred and George.

"I heard that you started another bet and re-bet Slytherin to win?" He said ferociously, "If I see that you are not working hard during today's game, see how I can deal with it." you!"

"Ah...hahaha, Oliver, how do you know?" Fred laughed, "Actually, it's all just our strategy, don't you know that slip-up—"

"Buy Quidditch instead, and the villa depends on the sea; occasionally buy a draw, and ride on the Nimbus; make a big bet on an unpopular one, surpass the big dog; buy a ball and buy a strong team, and line up on the rooftop... We are the strong team, so we can't purchase!"