"I'll count down to three, and you all cast the spell together." Dracula stood on the podium and said coldly, "If you don't want to have double your homework or be put in solitary confinement, cast your spells with all your might!"
"Three." He said indifferently.
The little wizards were at a loss, and most of them looked helplessly at the classmates in front, behind, and around them, hoping to form a unified front.
"two."
Driven by Fred and George's "righteous" expressions, they gradually made up their minds and picked up their wands a little nervously.
"one."
As Dracula finished speaking, the Weisley twins, as the leaders in attacking the professor, took the lead in using their special skills -
"Muauseam!"
Dracula's eyes twitched slightly, and he swung the vicious snot curse back at the two of them in disgust. Fred and George's identical noses immediately began to run profusely.
The twins looked at each other, sniffed at the same time, and then started playing around, happily smearing their snot on each other's clothes.
The remaining little wizards gradually plucked up their courage when they saw someone taking the lead. Also under pressure from doubled homework and confinement, they began to cast various spells at Dracula.
Dracula did not dodge or evade, but instead chuckled and spread his hands, even closed his eyes, and used his body to take all the spells.
The next moment, the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom fell into silence.
"Professor? Professor?"
Seeing that Dracula didn't move, Cedric, who had not had the heart to take action just now, called out softly.
"Professor, are you okay?"
Seeing this, the other little wizards also started to panic. The classroom immediately became noisy.
The twins who were rolling on the ground wiped their noses, stopped playing, and looked at Dracula on the podium.
"Professor Dracula, are you really in trouble?" The two men showed unconcealable joy on their faces.
Hearing the noisy noises in the classroom, Dracula, who was analyzing the strength of the little wizards' spells, frowned.
"Quiet!" He opened his eyes and knocked hard on the desk with his pointer.
"The calculation results are out. The spell I just received is not higher than Mr. Diggory's. Diggory doesn't need to do this homework." Dracula said, "The next five people whose names I call will have their homework doubled, and they will be put in solitary confinement in my office tonight!"
Dracula pointed out the five people who did not dare to cast the spell at all, took them aside and asked them to practice on their own, and they were not allowed to leave the get out of class until they cast the spell.
The task for others was to read the textbook on their own and master the theoretical content of the first part of "Dark Arts: A Guide to Self-Defense" in the next class.
After assigning these contents, Dracula walked around the classroom comfortably, quickly reading the students' textbooks. In this way, he quickly understood the first part of the content that the third-grade wizards had to learn, and successfully taught without bringing any textbooks.
When they turned to the Weiss brothers, Fred raised his hand weakly.
"What's wrong?" Dracula asked curiously.
"Professor, you've been hit by so many spells, do you really not feel any discomfort?" He asked with a snot hanging on his face, unwilling to give up.
George nodded in agreement.
"Don't worry, I'll be fine." Dracula showed a malicious smile, "You guys should hurry up and collect the money during this time. I'm waiting for you to pay me the forty Galleons!"
The twins lowered their heads at the same time, both looking sad.
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After class, Dracula went to the principal's office first.
"I think there is something wrong with the teaching at Hogwarts." Dracula sat casually in front of a wall covered with portraits, holding a bloody lollipop that Honeydukes had just delivered. "How can there be students who can't even cast a spell after learning magic for two years? Dumbledore, how do you want the four founders to see you?"
"Professor Dracula, the third-year students are all wizards who have passed the second-year final exams. It is impossible that they cannot cast a spell." Dumbledore did not take it as an offense and consoled him with a smile, "I think it is possible that your teaching style frightened them."
"It's not me who scared them, it's their own mentality. The students at Hogwarts are all spoiled!" Dracula broke the lollipop into pieces with one bite and subconsciously wanted to throw it out of the window.
But he immediately thought of Professor McGonagall, who was pursing her lips seriously, and silently withdrew his outstretched hand and threw the candy stick next to Fox's paw.
"Help me clean up the garbage, Fawkes." Dracula stroked the golden-red feathers of the phoenix and continued, "If it were a few centuries earlier, such students would not be able to survive in society after graduation."
Fox looked at him with disdain, but the bird was under a lot of pressure from the powerful dark power of the vampire, so Fox still spit out a ball of fire and burned the candy stick to ashes.
"Professor Dracula, times are changing." Dumbledore gently adjusted his glasses and said to the antique-level figure in front of him, "In fact, after leaving school, wizards today can still live well even if they are not that powerful."
"Among the students I have taught, I can list many wizards who are not very powerful but live a good life - for example, the famous female magic singer Celestina Warbeck, Devlin Whitehorn who founded the Light Wheel Racing Broom Company, and Glenda Chittock, the famous host of the wizard radio program "Magic Hour"..."
"In this era, everyone can always find their own shining points in different fields."
A gentle smile appeared in Dumbledore's eyes as he stared at Dracula's wine-red eyed child.
Dracula was silent for a moment.
"Perhaps what you said makes sense." He looked deeply at Dumbledore and said in a deep voice, "But the curse of Defense Against the Dark Arts is still there, which means that Voldemort is not completely gone at all."
"A new round of war is not far away, right? When the time comes, how will those wizards who excel in other fields protect themselves?"
Dumbledore was stunned for a moment, then sighed and shook his head, took off his glasses and wiped them carefully.
"Sometimes, when people say 'a mysterious man is dead', they are just deceiving themselves. In fact, many people understand it, but even more people forget it because of self-deception." He said this after a while.
"The decline of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts over the past few decades has indeed had a huge impact on the wizarding world here."
"So, Hogwarts needs a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor like you, Earl."
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